Hey everyone! So, I don't really know what inspired me to write about Jason and Thalia. It's one of my favorite parts about the entire POJ/HOO series, and I thought it would be great to expand further on their sibling relationship. Just a bunch of drabbles, but hope you enjoy. Review if you'd like to, and I'll appreciate it :) (I do not own the rights to the Percy Jackson series, sob).

Chapter 1: Nightmares and blue moons

Jason!

Jason, where are you!?

Jason!?

A mighty chasm appeared on the ground, its cracks snaking its way to the girl with eyes as blue as a cloudless sky. As quick as thought, a flash of light consumed his vision, a roar of thunder booming overhead. The girl reached out.

JASON!

With a startle, he woke up violently, already brandishing a weapon in his hand out of reflex. He was surrounded in darkness, with only a pale blue illumination peering from the bunk window. His heart was pounding wildly, his dream losing vividness with every passing second. Finally, he set down his golden pocket knife and took a breath to calm himself, closing his eyes in hopes of remembering the girl from his dream.

She had been so familiar, so real that he never doubted her existence; a voice young and full of aching concern… and love. But no matter how many times he had this dream (and it had been hundreds), he could never discern the identity. It was the voice of a child, a girl, and nothing more revealed. Once upon a time, he would have been frustrated with this lack of knowledge. He remembered that as a kid, he would even spend weeks feeling dazed and confused just trying to figure out what his dreams meant. But when he was younger, he was also filled with strong curiosity and the hope that one day he would find out the truth behind this dream girl. Now that he was older, wiser, all it did was leave him feeling sad, hopeless… deprived.

"Jason… are you okay?"

He looked in the direction of the soft whisper, finding himself staring at his bunk mate, Gwendolyn. This wasn't the first time she had seen him like this, but the concern was there all the same. Jason just cast his eyes downward, not wanting to talk about it like usual. There was no one in this cohort (or legion for that matter) that knew of his lifelong nightmare, and he never felt inclined to share. He didn't know if it was because he was scared no one would have an answer, or that the girl in his dreams would disappear once he had the nerve to confide in someone, or maybe it was because he was the son of Jupiter and he felt obligated to remain stoic and unafraid. Either way, Gwen had always understood his need for privacy and gave him space by falling back into a peaceful sleep.

Jason flipped back his sheets and padded towards the window in a silent manner, not wanting to attract more attention from the other legionnaires in the barrack. With his task achieved, he stood idly by and stared at the half moon for a long time.

Jason!? The girl's voice echoed in his thoughts, her bright eyes briefly flashing in his mind.

His own eyes grew more sorrowful, and he wondered if she was staring at the blue moon too.

How many times did he want to leave Camp Jupiter in search of this girl? It was uncountable, and yet, Jason was never able to muster the courage to find her. He could feel that she was important, but what could he do? There were billions of people in this world, with no idea who she was or even where to start. Just like her, the surroundings of his dream were just as hazy as mist. Plus, he was the son of Jupiter. One foot outside of the camp and the monsters would already be hot on his scent. And the idea that it was a dream itself… well, he knew from many experiences that dreams could have malicious intents. It wasn't always a thing to trust.

…

And what of his duty?

He winced, absent-mindedly scratching the tattooed lines on his arm, not quite used to his newfound responsibility as praetor. The unwanted responsibility, but a responsibility nonetheless. Jason hoped that with the end of the Titan War, things would go back to normal for him. Now, he had hundreds of people to lead, and thus, there was no more room to mull over the whereabouts of a mysterious girl.

It was pointless to care now.

Yes, he decided; it was best to banish this silly dream once and for all. He was the praetor now, and everyone looked up to him. As the son of Jupiter, he had to set an example. This exemplary role shouldn't have surprised him, even if he did everything in his power to keep this fate from happening, like joining the Fifth Cohort many years ago when he could have been in the First. Jason had to accept his destiny, even if he didn't like it.

Even if it meant staying up until sunrise to avoid the girl with eyes as electric as his own.