This story will be a collection of drabbles from the time aboard the Argo II. Most will center on Percabeth, although I do take requests through reviews and am open to anything. Thanks for reading

Piper McLean, despite who her mom is, does not get jealous a lot. Okay, so maybe that's a lie.

Because even though she claims she doesn't care about being pretty, sometimes it hurts a tiny bit that Annabeth and Hazel both seem to be more beautiful than her. And even though she knows she's useful in battle, she also knows that a pretty voice and a dagger wont win a war, while Reyna's sword fighting skills will.

But those are the kind of things that Piper can just shove to the back of her mind, and try to forget about. Because, despite the little nagging voice in her head, Piper knows that she has saves every single one of the sevens' butts more times than they can count.

Piper is actually jealous of one thing, though. And it's the kind of jealousy that burns a pit in her stomach every time she thinks about it.

She feels the green eyed monster coming out of her, the jealously gnawing at her stomach now as she watches Percy and Annabeth. They don't she's here, and she's not about to make her presence known now, not when they'll know she's been spying on them.

Percy and Annabeth are leaning against the railing, looking out over the sea. Percy is making the water rise in shapes. He already did an owl, a heart, and for some reason, a lightning bolt. Annabeth was laughing, the kind of laugh that comes from deep inside of you, which was a new sight for Piper. Instantly, Piper felt bad about the jealousy, when Percy made her friend so happy.

It wasn't that Piper wanted to date Percy. No, it was more that she wanted her relationship with Jason to be just as perfect.

"Remember, almost a year ago, it was our one month anniversary? And we had that whole picnic set up but I didn't even remember it was our anniversary." Percy stopped making the water shapes long enough to look at Annabeth.

"Yeah?" Annabeth said. "I thought you did remember." She stifled a laugh, and I could tell she was trying to look mad.

"Nah, I totally didn't. But that a pretty good recovery, huh?'

"That was a pretty good night."

"Pretty good? Annabeth, do you know how many girls would kill to go to Paris? That should automatically make up for every stupid thing I ever do!" Piper could tell Percy was also trying not to laugh, but, meanwhile, her heart fluttered. Paris? He took her to freaking Paris? The pit in her stomach grew, and Piper cursed her mom for making her act like this.

"Yeah, like disappearing for a year," Annabeth said quietly.

Instantly, the mood went from happy and carefree to silent. Piper bit her lip. Percy finally took his arm off of Annabeth's shoulder and turned to face her. "Jeez, Annabeth, I am so sorry. I am so sorry I disappeared. I am so sorry you had to wonder if I was still alive. I know what it's like. Remember back when we were fourteen and Luke kidnapped you. What I felt during that week, I can't imagine feeling it for like six months."

"It's fine, Percy." Annabeth wiped her eyes. "I shouldn't have said anything anyways." She tried to turn away from him and back to the sea, but he gently grabbed her shoulders.

"Look at me, Annabeth, I am so sorry."

"I know. I know it's fault, and truthfully I am so flattered that I'm the only thing you remembered that I can't be mad at you. I just, it just slipped out and I didn't mean it."

Suddenly, Piper realized she wasn't really jealous of their relationship, she was madder at Jason for not caring about theirs the Percy cared about Annabeth and his. Piper knew that if she was Annabeth and Jason was Percy, that he wouldn't remember her the way Percy did Annabeth. The daughter in Aphrodite in Piper knew that.

Piper closed her eyes tight, ignoring the burning behind her lids. Because she realized that even though Jason was no Percy, and that even though he would spontaneously kiss her or make her belly laugh, he was good to her.

Now every time Piper saw Percy and Annabeth being cute together she wouldn't feel the burning jealousy she used to.

But that is also a lie. Because, Piper has to admit that when Percy tucked a lock of Annabeth's hair behind her ear; when they fell asleep in the stables, legs intertwined together; the way they talked, lightly touching each other as if to reassure themselves that the other was still real she felt jealous.

Now, though, as she walked around the streets of Rome, most likely on the way to her death although we can ignore that part, with her hand tightly inside of Jason's she felt none of that jealousy.