I'm the one who is a staunch believer of J/T, because... Just because. So here are bring to you yet another fic full of epic moments in the episodes where Jay has felt a twinge of something. This is probably going to be crazy, since I'll have to rewatch everything all over again, but I trust it will be absolutely fun to write. No, I just know it. So, please review and let me know what you think and whether you think I should bother continuing at all!

Disclaimer: I don't own Class of the Titans. There, short and sweet.

Prologue

Sighing, Jay grimaced as he heard the furious slam of the sturdy oak door in the room beside his. Theresa was in a foul temper alright - he had just asked her politely whether she could give the visions a go and she had burst out at him, calling him a jerk, a pompous, overbearing leader and a person who pushed others too hard.

Okay, so maybe she had a little truth there, but pompous? Overbearing? Jerk? Those words did not apply to him at all! Besides, he was just caring for the world. Why was it no one seemed to see that?

He lay on his bed, frustrated at the turn of events this night. All the other teammates had quietly stared at him and dispered, with Odie patting him on the back sympathetically. And they had all left him standing there, staring at them in disbelief at their lack of concern for the matter regarding Cronus. Did they have any sense of responsibility at all? The answer was probably a flat-out no.

But then again, he was the leader. He was expected to carry this heavy burden, it was upon his shoulders, just like the world was.

At times like this, it was all he could do to try and escape from reality and hide in a world of fantasy where nothing went wrong, fantasies that began with his one of his other obsessions - ahem, he meant loves - like Theresa.

Sighing again, he pulled out his private, confidential journal from under his bed, which was kept safely from others' eyes. It was personal, obviously, and he hadn't written rather secretive things there, stuff that he would want anyone to know - obviously not. One of the reasons why he didn't want anyone reading it was because it had a lot of journal entries pertaining to a certain someone who had lurked in his dreams for a long time.

However, tonight he wasn't in the mood for writing any of those journal entries. But maybe, he would just open it and read some of his past entries, the memorable ones that revolved around the girl next door (literally). Oh, he should, really, to keep him from stressing over his duties.

Opening the cover and his eyes stopping to rest on the first page, he smiled a little as he embarked on another journey - back to the past.