Hi everyone! I don't normally write for the Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus fandom, but I thought that I'd give it a shot because I love it so much. Also I've been reading a lot of 'The Son of Neptune' fics that I really didn't seem to enjoy, so I thought that I'd write my own the way that I'd want it to happen. Heck, I wasn't evern going to post this and just write it for the sake of writing...but my addiction to ff.n got the best of me and I thought that I'd see how this went. Sorry to be so unorginial, but the way I see it, my idea is original, so I'm happy with that :)

Anyway, I hope that you enjoy my idea :) And I apologise in advance if I don't get a few Greek/Roman facts right. Just know that I really tried my best :(

"In the name of the Gods what is that?" "A DISCLAIMER." "Ohh...": I don't own Heroes of Olympus, Percy Jackson or any of the characters mentioned in here. Those belong to an AMAZING Author named Rick Riordan ;) However I do own the plot...please don't steal ;( Be original, people!

The Son of Neptune

Chapter: 1

Jason

Jason's life suddenly became more complicated (even if Jason didn't think this was possible) when he found himself standing in the huge entrance hall – more commonly known as the atrium – of a huge, old Roman style house which he found to be quite familiar. The son of Jupiter stepped back in wonder as he took in the glossy white floors made of marble, the four huge pillars in each corner of the room and the skylight which allowed rays of light to flitter down onto the floor. All of the walls matched the floor aside from the back wall which was a huge mosaic of the 12 main Roman gods and the colours were so clear on it that it looked as if it were brand new and not thousands of years old like Jason knew it to be. In the middle of the room was a big pool of water – the impulvium – which had a fountain in the centre and was surrounded by twelve marble busts. He recognised each of them immediately; Jupiter, Juno, Neptune, Mars, Mercury, Vulcan...all twelve of them he knew.

Jason smiled when he realised that he recognised everything in the atrium, but hardly had any time to enjoy it. His thoughts raced madly in his head while he tried to remember how he'd got there, but came up with nothing. Last he remembered he'd been desperately trying to get to sleep in his cabin back at Camp Half-blood…ah. That was it. He was dreaming. Dreaming about a place that he knew…

Suddenly, he heard voices over to the right talking in hushed tones and as he walked towards them they got louder.

Who are you, boy? Someone scarily familiar growled and Jason knew that it was Lupa, the wolf goddess – the one who had tested him and then taken him to the camp.

He peeked out from behind a marble pillar and he could suddenly see them. Lupa, looking familiar as ever, was carefully circling a boy that looked slightly older than Jason did. He had dark brown, mattered hair and startling green eyes the colour of the ocean. He seemed so dazed and confused, but held his ground against the she-wolf. There was no doubt about it; this guy was the missing camper Percy Jackson.

"Don't tell her!" Jason wanted to shout, but his voice didn't work in this dream world. The less that Lupa knew, or Percy knew for that matter, the better off he was.

"I'm Percy," he said slowly, his eyes locked on hers without fear. That was a good start, Jason thought. Showing fear to Lupa was, in her eyes, showing weakness. He knew that her Demigods needed to be strong.

"But I don't remember anything else," he admitted with a confused frown. Jason secretly wondered if that was the face that he used every time he couldn't remember something from his past.

Lupa stopped circling him. Are you sure that there isn't anything else that you know?

Percy reached slowly into his pocket and gripped something. "Don't do that," Jason muttered to himself but, once again, no one else could hear him. He was just there to watch.

"I…I remember who my father is, Lupa," he said, as he fiddled with whatever was in his pocket nervously.

Who? she asked, her wolf eyes narrowing.

Jason knew it was all over there. The moment that he said 'Poseidon' he was going to be in serious trouble.

"Neptune," he said surprising both Jason and Lupa. "My father is Neptune, God of the sea."

Good, she said, now let's see if you can fight. Then she lunged at Percy and the dream changed.

Jason was now standing on a huge mountain of dark rock. He had no idea where he was but there was one thing that he recognised. There, right in front of him, was Porphyrion himself, standing tall on the mountain and tending to a fire. He looked about the same as when Jason had last seen him; scaly green dragons legs and bright green skin, hair with bloodied weapons woven throughout it and blank white eyes. If anything, he looked scarier than when Jason had first faced him. He was glad that this was only a dream.

"Oh great Gaea, please accept my offering!" He said and dropped a huge, dead pig onto the fire. For a quick moment, Jason wondered if 'Mother Earth' really liked the smell of dead pigs but he shook his head. He really needed to pay attention. "It is time that my brother, Polybotes, arose! Awaken brother, and we shall take down Olympus for good!"

At first nothing happened. The whole mountain was dead silent aside from the cackling of the fire and the heavy breathing of the giant. But then a low rumbling started to spread throughout the mountain and Jason could feel the earth beneath his feet shaking. Slowly, the rumbling below became louder and the ground started to shake fiercely. Jason lost his balance and fell to the floor but Porphyrion managed to stand his ground, smiling wickedly with sharp teeth. Then, slowly but surely, the earth beneath them started to split apart, separating Jason and Porphyrion with a jolt, but Jason forced himself up onto his knees so he could stare across at the jagged crack that had spread across the mountain. Deep inside the earth, something roared loudly, almost shattering Jason's eardrums in the process.

"Revenge!" It growled hungrily and Jason could hear it getting louder as it rose from deep inside the mountain. "I will have my revenge against Poseidon for trapping me! HE WILL PAY!"

"He will, brother!" Porhyrion shouted in reply. "But first, I must make our guest comfortable."

The giant turned straight towards Jason and almost seemed to focus his white, milky eyes on him. "Didn't Jupiter ever tell you not to eavesdrop, boy?" He said to Jason as if he could actually see him. "No matter. You do not stand a chance. You, and all of your kind, will fail. We'll make sure of that." Then he brought his twenty foot spear down on top of Jason and he was surrounded in a mist of darkness.

Jason woke with a start, breathing heavily and covered in sweat. He sat up in bed and glanced at his watch, cussing in Latin when he realised that it was six…in the morning. He was meant to be over there by five – and he would have been if it weren't for the plaguing nightmares keeping him awake all night. Rubbing his eyes hard and banishing the past night from his mind, he decided to get a move on.

Jumping out of his bunk, he quickly pulled on a pair of jeans and an orange Camp Half-blood t-shirt but still glanced over at his purple shirt from the Roman camp which he still couldn't remember the name of. Sighing, he picked it up and stuffed it under his pillow. Not yet, he thought, not yet.

When he was ready, he took one last look at the huge statue of Zeus in the room and bowed his head quickly before racing out the door.

"You're late!" Someone over to his right called. Looking over his shoulder as he ran, he saw the guy from the Hermes cabin – Travis stoll – who was shirtless and sprinting behind him.

"So are you!" He retorted.

"Well I– By the Gods! I forgot my shirt!" And with that, he turned jogged back towards his cabin. Jason was secretly glad that he wasn't the only one who'd overslept. It seemed that most of the other campers were as exhausted and disorientated as he was in the mornings.

By the time that Jason arrived at the huge limestone cliff deep within the forest he was sure that it was 6:30 and he was over an hour and a half late. He was so late in fact that the huge structure had been locked up as if to say 'come back again next time.' Jason hoped that Leo wasn't going to chew him out for this.

"Hello? Leo? Piper? Someone open up!" Jason shouted as he pounded his fist against the rough cliff. His hand hit painfully against the rock and he was surprised to find that it didn't sound hollow. If Jason didn't know better, he would have thought that there was nothing inside. But he did know better. And, therefore he kept shouting for someone to open the door.

"And what will you do if I don't open it, son?" A voice bellowed and Jason jumped, subconsciously looking at the sky thinking that his father was speaking to him or something. Not that that had ever happened before, but he couldn't rule it out. His father, Jupiter, was capable of that sort of thing after all.

"Leo, stop messing around with the loudspeaker," he said in annoyance, remembering that they'd discovered that a few days ago. The two boys had thought it could be used as a good prank to pull on other campers, making them think it was one of their parent's talking to them. Leo had tried it out on Connor Stoll last week after he'd tipped water all over Leo's bed and short-circuited it completely. But the difference was that Leo had managed to fix the bed within a couple of days while Connor was still trying to figure out how to get ahold of a magic Cappuccino maker that also told jokes to give to his 'father.' He hadn't put two and two together, even though the obvious thing was that Olympus was closed and none of the gods were in contact.

"I am not Leo!" he continued. "I am Zeus, Lord of the sky!"

"Come on, Leo," Jason said, figuring that this was Leo's punishment for being late. "If you really were my father, you'd be calling yourself Jupiter, remember? Now quit fooling around with the loudspeaker before my dad really does get angry and blasts you to pieces."

Jason heard Leo sigh, but it sounded deep and echoey over the speaker . "Fine, Jason. Opening the door."

Jason stepped back as the door swung open quickly, almost tripping on a loose rock as he did so. But what he saw on the other side made his eyes widen in awe. The whole of bunker 9 had been completely rearranged to suit its new needs. All of the worktables that had been evenly dispersed around the room when they first found it had been pushed out to the edges of the airplane sized hangar, still with the blueprints sitting on the top of most of them. All of the garage sized doors were open and almost every demigod at the camp was coming in and out continuously, carrying large pieces of metal, – celestial bronze – wood, and other materials Jason didn't recognise. Above them, where the sign that read 'Bunker 9' in Greek hung, there was now a new sign that read 'Project Argo II' in Latin. But these things weren't what really made Jason amazed. In the centre of the room was the frame of a gigantic ship about the size of a small airplane with the Hephaestus campers around the outside, working madly.

Jason blinked a few times and rubbed his eyes, but before he had time to question the effects that lack of sleep clearly had on him, Leo ran over and patted him on the back.

"Good morning sunshine. Glad you could finally join us. Overslept?"

Jason nodded. "That's what happens when you request that everyone meet here at five in the morning."

"Hey, everyone else managed to get here to help the cause," Leo said, gesturing around at all of the campers working hard on the ship.

Jason decided to let it go and muttered a sorry as he continued to stare at the huge ship in amazement. "What did you guys do? Stay up all night?"

"Something like that."

"And…the other campers?" Jason asked, watching as some of the Aphrodite campers – Pipers brothers and sisters – offered food and drinks to everyone as they worked.

"That would be my doing," someone said from behind them and Leo and Jason whirled around. There stood Chiron, the Camp director of Camp Half-blood who also happened to be a centaur and the trainer of Demigods. "This is our new major project, so until it is complete all morning activities are cancelled. The Hephaestus cabin are doing most of the work of course, I just thought they could use…reinforcements."

"I never said that we needed…" Leo trailed off as he looked between the huge boat and Chiron. "Yeah, reinforcements are great."

Leo looked back towards the boat again and frowned when one of the campers, who almost appeared to be sleep walking, started hammering at a beam, beginning to split the wood.

"HEY!" he yelled and cursed in ancient Greek. "Be careful with that! Oh, great…I'll talk to you later Jason."

And with that, he ran off to assess the damage.

Jason's eyes then skimmed across the room until they landed on Piper. The daughter of Aphrodite was leaning over one of the workbenches and examining one of the boat blueprints that Leo had drawn up from a different angle. Upon sensing that someone was looking at her she glanced over her shoulder and waved at Jason before going back to work.

Now that she was the head counselor of the Aphrodite cabin, Piper had really started to change. Her dark hair had finally started to even out and dropped nicely past her shoulders, her rainbow eyes now carried intelligence and happiness and Jason could have sworn that she was slightly taller than she had been when they'd first gone out on their quest over a month ago. But that wasn't all that had changed about Piper. Jason had also noticed that she now had an amazing confidence in herself that seemed to make her shine.

Chiron followed his gaze and then put a hand on his shoulder. "You don't look like you slept well, my boy."

Jason moved his eyes away from Piper and back onto the ship as he shook his head. "I had a dream."

"Hmm, this does not surprise me," Chiron said in understanding. "May I ask what it was about?"

Jason opened his mouth to say something but he was cut off by someone shouting behind them.

"Chiron! Look who's come back!"

Annabeth, daughter of Athena and the girlfriend of the missing camper Percy Jackson, was walking swiftly towards them. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a loose braid and her grey eyes were shining with pure happiness for the first time since Jason had met her. Following her was a young satyr who was trotting to keep up. He had long curly hair with horns sticking out high above it and reed pipes around his neck. And, of course, his legs were covered in thick shaggy brown fur complete with goat hooves – like all satyrs. But although he seemed glad to be back at camp, Jason could see sadness and worry in his brown eyes. But Jason didn't have much time to focus on the Satyr because coming up behind Annabeth was…was…

"Annabeth!" Jason called desperately, unsheathing his Gladius that he'd received from Hera. "Look out, behind you!"

Jason lunged at the monster with his Roman sword, his adrenalin rushing through his body. But just as he was about to strike, he was hit in the face with a butt of a knife – hard. Jason groaned as he hit the concrete floor and glared up at Annabeth.

"Are you crazy? There's a Cyclops behind you!" He shouted at her.

Chiron chuckled as if understanding some weird inside joke and clopped his hooves against the floor. "I'll leave everyone to get acquainted," he said, turning to the Cyclops and the Satyr. "I'm glad that you two have arrived back here safely – even if the news isn't as you could have hoped."

"You can say that again," the Satyr muttered but Chiron ignored him.

"If anyone needs me, I will be at the big house meeting our other guests," he finished and then galloped somewhat dramatically out of the bunker.

Annabeth stared after him for a minute before turning to the Cyclops and the Satyr again. "Jason, this is Tyson, Percy's half brother," she said gesturing to the Cyclops. "Tyson, this is Jason, son of Zeus. Or in his case, Jupiter."

"Hi Cousin," he said, his bright, brown eye shining. "Nice, big ship."

Jason blinked in astonishment and made note that the missing – but somewhat found – camper was starting to sound really weird.

"And this," Annabeth continued, pointing at the Satyr, "is Grover, one of my old friends…and Percy's best friend. They've just come back from looking for him. We've…we've called everyone back now that we have an idea where he is. There's no use in having them out there when they're not going to be able to find anything. Everyone is better off here."

The satyr, Grover, reached down and took Jason's hand, helping him up. "Nice to meet you," he said, avoiding his gaze.

Jason nodded and stood. "It's funny that you should mention Percy Jackson."

Annabeth's eyes narrowed. "Why?"

"Because I had a dream about him last night."

So...there you have it. I know it's sounding a bit boring at the moment, but things will pick up. More of the characters that we know and love will be on their way back soon too :) Including Percy. We'll definitely see more of the son of Neptune soon ;) I also have some interesting and original plans for where the Roman camp will be...but you'll have to keep reading to find out. MUHAHAHAHA. So evil.

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-Bell