As soon as I heard this song I immediately thought about Reyna and how she feels about Jason. So I just had to write this.

This is a song-fic based on how Reyna feels about her and Jason. First, is the danger Reyna feels is going to happen. Next, is basically Reyna wondering if Jason feels that special pull between them. Then, is Jason's disappearance and the campers trying to comfort their Praetor. Finally, is Jason returning, except Reyna discovers Piper is with Jason.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from Heroes of Olympus. They all belong to Rick Riordan. I also don't own Sally's Song that belongs to Amy Lee.

Reyna POV

When I look at him it feels like something epic is about to happen. I can't tell if it's for the good or bad. Something will happen sooner or later. Or maybe I'm just being paranoid. Maybe not.

He's Praetor, I'm Praetor. We've been working closely together with each other for years. We know each other very well. Doesn't he feel the pull between us? The bond? The rubber band that stretches out and out and out. Then, one day...will snap right into place. Doesn't he see how I see us in the future? In New Rome...married, raising a family together. Fate wants us to end up together. Doesn't he see?

He's gone. What happened? Where is he? What does this mean, not only for the camp, but for us?

"He'll come back."

"Probably on a secret quest."

"Jason wouldn't leave you to run the camp by yourself."

People try to cheer me up. But I just wave them off. And put on my stony, hard, ice cold mask. I try to like the reassurment, the comfort. For a while…then I don't.

If he was still here, would something have happened between us? If he returned, would things go back to normal or would things electrify between us more? What will happen between us?

He's Back. But, he doesn't see. He's blind with me. He's found someone else. A Greek girl named Piper. That daughter of Aphrodite. He forgot about us. He doesn't remember. What could have bloomed into something beautiful. Or... it was just never meant to be.

My stony, hard, ice cold mask will be forever attached to me.