Jason closed his eyes and attempted to squelch the headache that cut through the center of his head. He had been fighting this one for hours, ever since they had gained a statue and lost two crew members. He could still picture Annabeth and Percy falling into Tartarus—their hands intertwined as they plummeted.
Jason rocked forward suddenly, grabbing his head aggressively as a fresh wave of pain rocked through his skull. Safe in his cabin, he gave in to the pain, allowing it to overcome him only after locking his door. Jason had learned not to give in openly after the fiasco with Hazel.
It was as if he could not rid himself of the pain without becoming someone else, someone blunt verging on cruel whose only thought was for efficiency and duty. Well, not his only thought. There was a lot of Graecus-hating thoughts too. Those were the thoughts that scared him most—not because they were foreign and intrusive but because they came naturally to him.
Even as his memories had begun to return back at Camp Halfblood, Jason had felt distant from them and from the life they revealed to him. It had felt like he was receiving glimpses from someone else's life, a life where nothing was gray and everything had to fit into a box so it could be completely understood and categorized. Jason had watched that Jason Grace in those memories follow everything to the letter of the law and never question, just as he had been raised to do from the age of two.
But he did not want that—not anymore. He wanted to be Roman and Greek, not one despising the other. Jason wanted to be with Piper, wanted to give a chance for the Roman kids to be kids, not growing up under the yoke of the army like he had. The Greeks could give them that. He wanted to get the Athena Parthenos back to its place to reconcile his two camps. Yes, both Half-Blood and Jupiter were his camps!
"Aargh!" he tried to muffle his exclamation of pain by pressing his fist against his mouth as the headache became blinding and he felt himself fade into the backdrop. All of his opinions and good intentions were eclipsed by one directive: Jason Grace was a soldier; soldiers follow orders.
I forgot the disclaimer on my last story: I'm not Rick Riordan, he owns these amazing characters that are all ruining my life.
Anyways, this is based on the idea that Jason is both Greek and Roman like the gods and is thus experiencing the same issues with controlling his opposing sides and bringing them together.
Hope you enjoyed! Read and Review. If you have any questions about my theory, feel free to pm me.
eMMeD :)