Disclaimer: I do not own the Percy Jackson characters or Heroes of Olympus characters. PS. This is a total Jasper story. There will be very little Percabeth or any other relations.

Piper

I snuggled closer to something, the heat that radiated off it in thick, reassuring waves, embraced my body in its soft touch. The heat massaged my sore muscles, slowly loosening the stress that had clustered together and tightened them. I nearly moaned in ecstasy. I was slightly curious to what the something was, but sleep felt too good. My mind was starting to drift away when something started softly caressing my cheek, rubbing small circles into the skin. I leaned into the gentle touch, loving the feel of the rough touch against my smooth skin.

"Morning, beautiful," A deep voice whispered in my ear, tingling the sensitive skin.

My eyes fluttered open before finally focusing on a gorgeous face. Jason. His white blonde hair glittered like gold in the light that had streamed in through the metal blinds. His sky blue eyes were clear as he stared at my kaleidoscope eyes, shifting as constantly as the ocean rumbling below us. His pale skin stood in contrast against my deep tan, thanks to my Native American lineage. His strongly-defined features and toned muscles resembled a Roman king, perfectly. The little scar on his lip curled like a crescent moon when he smiled. And man, he had a beautiful smile.

"Morning, Sparky," I murmured as I pressed my forehead to his. His eyes slightly glazed over when his nickname slipped from my lips.

"Still not going to give up on that nickname, Beauty Queen?" He asked, lightly planting a kiss on my lips. I smiled and burrowed my hands into his soft hair, admiring its feel against my fingertips.

"Never," I murmured, softly, before pressing my lips against his.

Jason encircled his arms around my slender waist, drawing me in closer to his gorgeous bare chest. Every part of my body slipped perfectly into his, like pieces to a puzzle. I wrapped a leg around one of his, adding more spark to an already blazing fire. As we deepened our kiss, I noticed all my anxiety over our very recent victory over Gaia, all the harsh words the children at the school called me, the doubt that I never fit in here, that I never could belong with such a powerful group of people gradually drifted away until there was nothing but Jason.

Jason's hands trailed down my back and slipped inside my shirt, slowly tracing little patterns into my skin. Carefully, he fingered the edges of my tank top, gently pulling it up. He slid it off my body and over my head, his hands still caressing every inch of my bare back and stomach. With one last kiss that had me aching for more, he drew away, eyes sparkling like stars. He burrowed his face in my neck, his fingers playing with the ends of my hair, before gently kissing a trail across my skin, beginning at the crevice in my neck. His lips brushed over my collarbone, igniting my blood on fire. My heart pounded, erratically, in my chest with each second.

"Oh, gods! Do you have to do that in front of me?" A voice demanded, snapping both of Jason and I back to reality.

"Leo! Get out of here!" I yelled at him, furiously, covering my body with the thin white blanket. Jason leaned in front of me to cover anything that might be too revealing.

"Alright, alright" he held his small hands up in surrender. "But I'm here to tell you that we've set course to Athens. Less than 3 days. So see ya guys. Just remember to wear protection, Jason. We don't need a pregnant-" I interrupted him, furiously, my cheeks heating up just like Jason's.

"Shut up, Leo!"

"Bye guys." Leo grinned deviously before leaving.

Jason gazed back at me, his lips curling into a giant grin. I scuffed, hitting him playfully in the arm. I narrowed my eyes into a death glare, which I happened to have learned from his amazing sister, Thalia, as he widened his eyes in mock innocence.

"Not a word of this, got it?" I muttered, implying there will be consequences if he did. He just grinned.

"Got it, Beauty Queen," he replied, winking at me. I pursed my lips.

Before I could smack that stupid grin off his face, he fled into the bathroom, locking the door. A smile danced on my lips as I slipped out of the small bed. I threw on my pale blue tank top before searching for a different outfit. I opened my small dresser before slipping into a pair of white washed short shorts that reached the middle of my thigh. I yanked on a curve hugging white t-shirt with a sweetheart neckline. In big red curly letters, the word Free Spirit was etched into the shirt. I slipped my feet into a pair of my old converse sneakers.

I stared at the mirror attached to the chestnut dresser. My chocolate brown hair was messy, tendrils of it rebelliously slipping out my tight braid. I rebraided it into a French braid so it cascaded down my back like a restrained waterfall. I placed an eagle feather, white but stained by the occasional chestnut brown streak that would thin out as it kissed the center, in my hair near my left ear. Hurriedly, I wove some of my choppy bangs into small delicate braids, tying it with small rubber bands and different colored beads, mostly red, blue, and purple. Even though I looked pretty in the mirror, I was still self-conscious. Were my shorts too short? Did the white shirt look good with my dark skin? Did the eagle feather match my outfit? I was pretty sure my mother was the cause behind these thoughts. Ugh, next time I see her...

"Wow, Pipes. You look as beautiful as ever," Jason murmured behind me, encircling his arms around my waist.

He leaned in, kissing the side of my neck and leaving the skin his lips brushed tingling. I just nodded my head, staring at the floor. He noticed my expression through the mirror and frowned. He turned my body towards him, pressing me into his chest. Placing his fingers on my chin, he gently lifted it, forcing me to stare into his sky blue eyes.

"You really don't know how beautiful you are, do you?" he asked in a low whisper, leaning in so his lips lightly brushed mine.

I smiled against his lips before drawing away. "We should probably head onto the deck." He nodded in agreement before grasping my hand with his, heading towards the deck.

The sunlight warmed my face as we strolled onto the deck. It was a beautiful morning. Like usual. I closed my eyes, stretching my arms out in a T formation, like an eagle soaring in the blue sky. I could feel Jason's eyes on me, a smile playing on his lips. He wrapped his arms around the top of my chest, pulling me closer to his chest. I placed an arm on his forearm while my other arm dangled at my side. He leaned his head forward until it was resting lightly on the top of mine. I smiled, both of us watching the sun as it shone over the Mediterranean Sea.

"Aw! That's so adorable," I heard Hazel coo from behind us.

My cheeks flushed to a pale pink that spread like wildfire across my cheeks. I jerked away from Jason's warm embrace, facing Hazel with a hand on my hip. Jason glided up next to me, his hand snaking around my back and his hip barely grazing mine. That same hand brushed the one that was planted on my firmly on my hip, but with little resistance, he, slowly, pried it away, grasping my slender hand in his. Gods, I loved him.

"See that, Frank. Why can't we be like that?" Hazel asked, pursuing her thin lips. Her curly brown hair revealed golden highlights here and there, bringing out her golden irises.

Frank shifted his weight, rubbing his forearm. He was blushing a bright red as he focused his attention on the ground. I noticed a smile on Hazel's face when she clasped her slender hand in his large one. He gazed up at her, smiling. He planted a kiss on her lips. Immediately, she fanned her face in an old-fashioned gesture, her cheeks heating up to a bright red. Frank grinned before gently pecking her cheek.

I glanced at Jason, his eyes focused entirely on mine. His sky blue eyes sparkled brilliantly in the sun. I smiled, vibrantly. Jason smiled back, the small scar on his lip curling up. He leaned forward, turning me to face him. He pressed his forehead against mine before lightly brushing his lips against mine.

"You are so beautiful," Jason murmured against my lips. My cheeks flamed up, immediately, betraying me.

"Whatever you say, Sparky," I whispered before pulling away.

"Sometimes, I wonder about you, Beauty Queen," Jason muttered behind me, which caused me to burst out laughing.

I started to head down to the meeting room/dining room. I was starving. Quietly, Jason followed in pursuit. But he kinda didn't have a choice. I mean I was practically dragging him there. Once we arrived at the room, I quickly picked up a plate. Immediately, three pieces of French toast appeared on it, smothered in maple syrup. My stomach grumbled as the smell infiltrated my nose. I plopped down in the nearest chair, digging into the delicious food. I glanced at Jason while shoveling down my last piece of toast. He was slowly munching on a piece of bacon. After the last bit of French toast was plopped into my mouth, I stared at Jason, who was still nibbling on that piece of bacon. I raised an eyebrow.

"You eat like a princess. Very slowly," I mentioned, shrugging my shoulders when he eyed me, curiously.

"Maybe that should be my nickname," Jason muttered, sarcastically, under his breath. His eyes widened when he realized what he said. "Wait, no. I was being sarcastic."

"Oh, I know, princess," I murmured, smiling brightly. He groaned, rubbing his forehead.

After he finally (Let me quote, finally) finished his bacon and pancakes, we started up a conversation with Annabeth and Percy, who decided to join us a little while ago. It was actually great talking to them, especially since they were stuck in Tartatus. Nobody dared asking them about their little "adventure". Ever since, they escaped, the light in their eyes seemed to have dimmed. Jason still blamed himself, even though I always exclaimed it never was his fault. Even now, his sky blue eyes were a dark blue, resembling a sky before a storm. I grasped his hand, squeezing it reassuringly. He glanced at me, his features lighting up.

"Everybody. On the deck. NOW!" Leo's voice ricocheted off the walls as he screamed into the microphone.

Jason leapt to his feet, sprinting toward the wooden steps that led to the deck. I hurriedly followed in pursuit along with Percy and Annabeth, who were nipping at my heels. The moment the sunlight brushed my face, I realized two things. 1. That we were being attacked and 2. That what was attacking us were pale women with eyes as dark as charcoal and hair as fiery as the rays of sun, riding a ferocious griffin while only one, probably the leader, was riding a beautiful golden palomino Alicorn (Winged Unicorn), whose mane and tail was fiery white and its irises as golden as Hazel's. The vampiric demon women screamed, their squeals piercing my eardrum. The griffins dashed forward along with the leader's Alicorn, its beauty difficult to even gaze at. We were outnumbered 3-1.

"This is not going to be easy," Percy muttered, exhaustedly from behind me. I nodded my head, slightly, in agreement.

I unsheathed Katopris, its bronze metal glowing in the sunlight. I raised my arm, narrowing my eyes in concentration. Frank and Hazel were completely surrounded, their backs together as they fought off the demon women with their poisonous griffins. The clang of swords rang out through the air as the demon women unsheathed their ivory elongated swords. Hazel dodged the poisonous claws of the griffin, but her movements were becoming slurred while Frank glowed in a deadly, red aura as he sliced his sword through one of the demon woman' chest and swung his sword, decapitating her griffin pal. Yellow powder enshrouded them, but there were still more enemies to be killed. I dashed toward them, ducking and dodging the ivory swords or the venomous claw. I stabbed a passing griffin in its neck, a powder of dust erupting and causing the demon woman on its back to fall to the ground in bewilderment. I drew my arm back before slicing through her chest and piercing her chest. Her eyes widened in horror as she dissipated into a pile of yellow dust. I leapt into the air, flipping in mid-air, before landing lightly on my feet, my balance still intact.

I attacked two nearby demon women, their griffins already shifting in the air, yellow staining its clearness, due to the amazing accuracy of Frank. One of the demon woman were unaware of my presence, so I easily punctured her neck, driving into her skin until its point ticked her windpipe. She disappeared into a wave of yellow. Her friend, though, was suddenly aware of me as specks of yellow dust tickled her skin. She whipped around, her fiery hair trying to lick at my skin. She snarled, revealing a pair of elongated pearly fangs as deadly as the dagger in my hand. Leaping forward, she lifted her ivory sword back, about to pierce me when I side-stepped, allowing her to crash into the ground. She screamed as she leapt back onto her feet, her balance wavering slightly. My lips curved into a smile as I kicked my foot out, swiping her off her feet once more. She didn't have time to open her mouth as Katopris plunged into her back, penetrating her unbeating heart. She dissipated into the air, joining her friend.

I faced the rest of the vampiric demon women and their griffins, a clash of swords and claws against the brave efforts of my friends. My friends were fighting, bravely, but they were fighting a losing battle. Rage flooded through my chest when I noticed a stealthy demon woman sneak up behind an oblivious Jason, her ivory sword ready to pierce his chest. Narrowing my eyes, I dashed toward the demon, my knife raised. I paused, aiming for the her head. I drew my arm back before throwing it forward. It whirled toward its target before lodging itself in the middle of the demon woman's eyes. She widened her eyes in surprise as she exploded into a pile of yellow dust.

"Bullseye," I muttered under my breath, smirking. Jason snuck me a glance, his eyes thanking me gratefully. I nodded, smiling broadly.

Soon, the air was thick with the remains of the demon women and their faithful but poisonous griffins. Pursuing my lips, I gazed at my friends. They smiled, their lips curving only slightly. They were happy the fight was over and we all survived. Sometimes, I think the Fates toy with us, but they never let one of us die. As I searched my friend's faces, my eyes locked onto a pair of sky blue eyes. I smiled, stepping towards him. In the corner of my eye, I noticed a golden blur and a pale figure leap off it.

"Jas-" I murmured, but I was cut off by a blade that protruded from my chest.

I gasped, staring in surprise at the blood stained sword. I gazed up at my friends, but mostly Jason, their faces etched with surprise and horror. Blood flooded out from my chest, staining my shirt. The ivory sword was yanked out of my body just as everyone dashed forward, their weapons raised. I laid a shaking hand over the gash on my chest, blood clinging to my fingers. I heard the sound of swords clattering and finally, the sound of a body crashing into the deck and a cackled laugh. But I couldn't look up to see who fell. The feeling in my legs vanished and I collapsed, Katopris clattering away from my side. Instead of landing on the ground like I expected, I fell into a pair of muscled arms. I gazed up, my eyes locking with Jason's. His eyes were shining as the tears threatened to break free.

My lips curled up into a weak smile.

"I was more than just a pretty face… Right?" I managed to whisper without choking, though it was harsh and nearly inaudible. I could feel my lungs start to fill up with my own blood. I struggled to breathe, my lungs hiccupping with the effort.

"You were a hero and MY pretty face," he murmured, tears streaming down his angular cheeks.

He stroked my cheek as black dots danced in my vision. My eyes fluttered shut as death dragged me away.

I know you're probably thinking if this is a Jasper story why did I have her die. You'll just have to wait and see. *Grins deviously* I have changed the monsters and that little kissing scene. I like this better.