He-hello. *sigh* "Later today or tomorrow," eh? More like a whole month. -_- Anyway I'm very sorry for not posting anything forever. I been busy busy dreadfully busy~

Er... yeah. Anyway, I really hope this doesn't suck. I did most of part I in May/June and the rest... today. Eh, it's probably weird. But don't worry, it will get better! THIS I SWEAR! Plus, alll confusion shoulds be cleared up in part II and in other future one-shots in this collection thing. Yurps.

I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians or the Heroes of Olympus seriesesesesssss. Ahem.

1. Chance Battle part I

Chaos. A flying Warship named, the Argo II. The upperclassmen were shouting orders, giving commands, and passing around weapons and First Legion was preparing to bear arms. Why? Because the Greeks were attacking.

Everyone on the ship was jittery. They were running around gathering their swords, shields, and anything else they may need in case of a brawl. Jason and Leo were shouting orders, and giving commands. Piper was helping a 12-year-old camper with their armor. Annabeth was brushing Rachel up on battle techniques, in the event that the oracle would be threatened. They had located the Romans' camp. They were less than a mile away, and were preparing descent.

The Argo II has landed, and the crew piled off the Greek trireme. The Roman demigods stood in formation, prepared to fight, but just watching their Greek brothers and sisters. They watched, and waited for them to make the first move. The new guy, Perseus, son of Poseidon-er, Neptune, stepped forward. Jackson had excelled as the new praetor of the First Legion, had become the new consul as of the start of the year, and stolen the hearts of half the girls of the First Legion in less than his first two months there. Unfortunately for his fangirls, there was no way of getting to him with ever too loyal (and possessive) Reyna quick at his heels. "You are not welcome here! I will ask you once, please leave!" He called.

Now Jason Grace, son of Jupiter- I'm sorry, Zeus, was in a similar situation as Jackson. He stepped forward to represent Camp Half-Blood's side. "We mean you no harm! We came here to make peace!" Behind the blonde-haired and blue-eyed boy, a voice shouted out, "Yeah, so cut the crap kid!" Jackson scowled at this defiant son of a Greek and his comrades.

(A/N: I really hate to do this, sorry, but just remember that Percy's always been a little slow. Even if it has been 6 months, and Jason got it after like a week. =_=)

Drawing his sword from its sheath, hand crafted from one of his subordinates, a son of Vulcan. He pointed toward this boy who pretty much asked for a death sentence. "Fine then. We shall do this the way Romans. After all, so they say, 'When in Rome, do as the Romans do'!" And with that he let he let out a loud battle cry, and the Roman demigods made their advances on the Greek demigods. It was intense. There was some understanding throughout the epic battle that it would be sword on sword, knife on knife, spears to spears, etc.

Annabeth was desperate. Despite this silent rule, she knew she just had to get to Percy. Before… before anything happened. She swiftly moved through the crowds of half-bloods fighting. She assisted where ever she was needed, while making her way to Jason and Percy.

Piper couldn't take it. She was really hoping for everything to go well, and that everyone would make nice. She wanted to try to end this peacefully, and just get on with their real mission. A battle was slowing all their plans! The solstice was almost here, and a battle was just unnecessary. Every dagger she met, Piper forcefully knocked away, grabbed the person who wielded it, and use her charmspeak. "You will stop fighting right now, and try making peace between the Greeks and Romans. Do you understand? Go!"

"Y-yes! Okay, yes, milady!"

She chuckled. These Roman boys were to easy. She repeated the process. Unfortunately, she was so distracted at one point of her charmspeaking, that when she pushed the fine looking son of Venus- so her half-brother- off to spread the peace, she didn't notice who was right behind her… until it was too late.

Perseus. Percy Jackson, son of Neptune, the new praetor of the First legion. That's who he was, right? Then why did he see so many familiar faces? These faces seemed more familiar than his own underclassman, and even his fellow upperclassmen. This didn't make any sense! Why did he even start this battle? No! Why was he feeling a soft spot for these accursed spawn of Greeks? Yet, why did he still feel like this was all just a big mistake? He felt like they belonged here, or rather not here, but him, with them. He wished his teacher Lupa was there to explain these questions and their answers to him. Percy knew that Lupa told him more than he was supposed to know, but he hasn't regretted it like she said. Quite the opposite. He was glad he knew about the Greeks' "Camp Half-Blood" in the East. We had always been told not to visit the hoe of the gods without invitation. Because we had never gotten an invitation, they must have just been trying to keep us away from our other demigods. It doesn't matter anymore, Percy thought. They're here now. And victory lies in the hands of the Romans! But was there really a victory to win?

Seeing that punk be all high and mighty as a Roman really pissed Clarisse off. She couldn't help it. She had an ADHD moment and just could not help it. That Jason kid was taking too long with formalities. They were probably going to have to fight anyways. Jackson was crap-talking, and she couldn't stand it. "Cut the crap kid!" She yelled at Jackson. She could have gone worst and taken it way further, but she wasn't that stupid. But even so, her boyfriend, Chris clamped his hand over her mouth. Thalia, the Hunter lieutenant scolded her for her rash behavior, but then whispered, "But to tell you the truth, I was thinking the same gods damned thing. That isn't our Percy. It can't be." Clarisse and Thalia had actually not known each other for a long time, but they were alike in several ways and agreed on a lot.

A battle broke out. Because he had stepped forward as the leader, Percy went straight for Jason. As fast as he could, Jason flipped his coin, and hoped for a sword. Luckily, he got heads up, and Ivlivs sprang into a sword. just in time, too. He barely had enough time to think when Percy Jackson brought his own sword Anaklusmos down on the son of Jupiter. Jason blocked the blow, and tried with all his strength to overtake his opponent.

As soon as the battle broke out, Thalia made up her mind that she would try to knock some sense into Percy, and make him remember her and the rest of his friends. He had people who had cared and worried about him, and what does this seaweed brain do? He starts a row. Though the subject was irrelevant to current events, she couldn't help think of Luke. He switched sides unexpectedly, and when she finally saw him again, he was totally different. Thalia began to feel hurt, for some reason unknown to her. This hurt turned into anger, and Thalia used her anger to plow through the battlefield toward that stupid Seaweed Brain.

"Really, we don't have to fight like this! We came to seek you assistance in the rising issue of the giants," Jason tried to explain, half out of breath. He had no idea how good Percy was. Then again, he did know how good the training at the Roman camp was, and even a little kid could beat up harpies and empousa.

"We can deal with them without you," Percy said, and lunged at his opponent.

The son of Zeus dodged, just barely, and made a poor strike to his arm. Although it was a weak blow, it was still a blow. Jason wasn't hoping for blood, but even so he found it unreal that his sword merely bounced off the other boy. Distracted by this, the son of Neptune disarmed and kicked the other boy's legs out from under him. A real ninja-move, Leo would put it. He smirked, and pointed Riptide down toward Jason's chest. Mockingly, he said, "Any last words?" His smirk turned cold.

Something clicked in Jason's brain. Had this happened before? This was too familiar. He was on the ground, defeated. He was looking up at those cold, green eyes, ready to finish him off. But there was something different. This time, that blade would not spare him. He tried so hard to remember when, and who… so familiar…

"R-R-Reyna…?"

Percy was startled. "What?" What could this puny Greek want with her? "What do you want of my-" Lucky for Jason, not twenty yards away, someone screamed.

Okay, there are probably horrible mistakes in there, but I really want to just put it up and out there. I'm sorry if anything in part II doesn't match or contradicts with this one.

*sigh* Until then (It'll just be a few minutes... or hours).

Oh yeah! And I'd really like it if you could vote in the poll on my profile, that be really cool! Please review! Or wait until part II, that's okay, too.