A/N: The things that come into your head when watching Class of the Titans Episodes to cure Writer's Block!

This is one of them.

Based on the events of Trojan Horse, this is my take on an 'alternate' storyline of the episode.

All I'm saying is this; what would happen if Jay wasn't a good leader?

Enjoy :D

Chapter One

"A good leader must know when to retreat."

"Then I guess I'm not a good leader."

Hera eyed him gravely, her young pupil refusing to back down and accept that Odie was no longer a part of his team. Though she would never admit it, she thought of Jay as her son, and his determination and loyalty to his friends made her more proud than anything.

But he also needed a reminder that he didn't have to be so stubborn.

The goddess broke off from his glare. "So be it." She turned now to regard the rest of the team, quickly making a selection. "Neil, as of now, consider yourself team leader."

The blonde looked up from the golden shield he'd been appraising himself in; he was the spitting image of his foolish ancestor that had wasted away, in love with himself. He blinked several times. "Come again?"

This caused a chorus of stunned exclamations from the remaining young heroes.

"No way!"

"You've got to be kidding!"

"Neil? In charge? In charge of what?" Herry, who hadn't been paying attention to the conversation until then, looked confused. Theresa, taking pity on him, whispered in his ear. He took a moment to glance at her, making sure that he'd heard correctly, before readdressing Hera.

"That's totally unfair!"

Hera scowled. "Unfair or not, I have made my decision."

At that, Jay strode towards the door. Theresa moved to cut him off. "Jay, say something!" The five teens watched as he ignored her, striding towards the door, only pausing to clap Neil on the shoulder. He stared at Hera with stormy eyes.

"Good luck." He told the blonde sarcastically, and then walked out the door.

Neil smiled brightly. "Yes I am."

Five eyes turned expectantly back to Hera. "That will be all." She said, dismissing them. As an afterthought, she added, "Stay close to school and the dormitory. Is that understood?"

They nodded as they filed out. "Yes Miss Hera."

Outside, Neil beamed – his promotion already offering several possibilities for a new look. "I guess I'll have to get myself a more commanding wardrobe."

Atlanta punched him. "Enough, Neil."

The blonde shot him a wounded look. "What was that for?" He cried, rubbing his sore arm.

She shrugged. "I'm a fighter, not a lover."


"I can't believe Hera put Neil in charge! I mean, even Herry would have been a better choice!"

"Yeah." Herry smiled. "With my well-developed physique and being near indestructible, I would make a superior leader than Neil – or Jay."

This display of vocabulary earned him three perplexed looks. Archie rolled his eyes, assuming Herry was making fun of him. "Never mind."

"What about me? Or Theresa?" Atlanta posed. Theresa nodded in agreement. Immediately, the situation had turned into one of Archie's whines to a standoff between the purple haired boy and two peeved girls.

Archie laughed – definitely the wrong thing to do.

"Either one of us is just as qualified as you are to lead this team!" Theresa interjected.

"Like I'd ever take orders from you."

"What, you can't take orders from a girl?" Atlanta snapped; a feminist to the bone.

"Actually, I won't take orders from a junior."

"That's it!" Theresa pushed past Atlanta, scowling at Archie. "I challenge you to a duel! You and me, no weapons or powers. Do you accept?"

Once again, three faces stared incredulously at one of their own. Theresa shrugged indignantly. "What?"

"You're kind of acting a little bit, well... odd." Atlanta explained. That was an understatement – Theresa was the type not to get mad, but get even. Archie would have woken up tomorrow with red streaks through his hair or something. Not been challenged to a duel. That was the kind of thing that he did.

Theresa snorted. "I am not! I'm standing up for my moral rights! Now, do you accept my challenge, Archie?"

The purple haired teen waved her away. "Please. Wouldn't be much of a fight. I've got better things to do – like hunt. I'm outta here."

He stormed out, with Theresa on his heels. "Don't you walk away from me!" She snapped. "I have challenged you within my warrior rights! Come back here!" The door to the gym slammed closed behind them.

With this, Atlanta turned back to Herry, the urge to bicker still in her system. "What makes you'd be such a good leader anyway?"

"I beg your pardon? Do you desire to examine my résumé?"