Hey guys! My name is Ann... and that's all the personal info you're getting out of me. XD So, this is my first HoO fanfiction, so please give me CC but compliments are nice too. Thanks for reading and I really hope this fic turns to be your liking!

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Jason tried to be quiet as he shut the bathroom door, but he ended up slamming it.

It was midnight, and he had just been on watch, when a wave of nausea hit him. He had been standing on the deck, the wind rushing around him and the clouds parting for the Argo II. Percy's shift was soon, so he could go back to sleep soon.

When he had first started feeling sick, he had shrugged it off, tried to take his mind off of his increasingly throbbing stomach. Looked at the stars, paced around the deck, leaned over the edge of the ship, the wind cushioning him and weaving through the fabric of his t-shirt.

He had been sure it would pass, until his head started to hurt. Like the stomach aches, it started dull, but increased and about half an hour later, he hadn't been able to suppress his nausea anymore. He had barely managed to keep his food down as he ran down the stairs and scrambled through the hall and into the bathroom, barely managing to turn on the air conditioner before leaning over the toilet and retching, the cold tile freezing his knees through his thin jeans.

The fan hopefully concealed what he was doing, that way no one would know. He had to do his part during this quest, and he couldn't do that if he was lying in bed sick, and he had no doubt Piper would have him stay in bed.

His stomach clutched painfully and he bit back the urge to purge again.

He slid against the wall and gripped his head in his hands, it was pounding and he could feel his heartbeat between his eyes.

His stomach rolled again, and he leaned over the toilet. His hair had gotten longer and he pushed it back from his forehead as he heaved again. His mouth tasted bitter and he lifted his arm onto the counter and turned the water on before pulling himself up and rinsing his mouth out. The water that ran down the drain was pink and Jason hoped more than anything it was just the hue of vomit, not blood.

He opened his eyes after having then scrunched shut to lighten his headache, and squinted at how bright the lights were. They were screwed in directly above the sink, and hurt his eyes and wasn't helping his headache at all. He blindly groped at the wall for the light switch and adjusted the lights so they were dim.

He could barely make himself out in the mirror, but he could see how disheveled he appeared. His hair was damp with sweat, but he didn't know why, it was the opposite of warm outside, and it wasn't that warm in here.

His eyes had slight bags under them, and his shoulders sagged slightly under the pain of the headache and stomach pains combined. He squared his shoulders and rubbed his eyes. He didn't look much better, but at least now he just looked tired. No one would question that, especially at midnight.

His head still pounded, but his stomach wasn't rolling as much, so he flushed the toilet, rinsed out his mouth once more and turned off the light and fan before exiting the bathroom. He headed back onto the deck and barely made it through the last ten minutes of his shift before heading to his room and collapsing on his bed still fully clothed.

HoO

Piper woke up to Annabeth knocking on her door. Since Annabeth is the most disciplined person on board this boat, she has the assignment of waking everyone up at seven. Waking the seven at seven, ironic.

"'M awake," Piper mumbles into her pillow as Annabeth waits behind the closed door.

"We have a meeting in thirty minutes in the dining room," she states before moving on.

Piper grunts in agreement before rolling out of bed and peeling off her PJs. She tosses them into the corner, before locking the door and rummaging through her dresser for some clothes. After finding a satisfying pair of jeans and a breezy pink shirt, plus a feather necklace, she pulls on her shoes and heads toward the bathroom. She had taken a shower after her shift the night before, so she didn't need one now.

When she reaches the bathroom at the end of the hall, the first thing she notices was the fact that her hair was sticking out at at least thirteen different angles. She grabs what she could tell was Hazel's brush and quickly ran it through her hair until it lay flat enough for her to twist it into a single braid. Normally she would take the time to twirl multiple braids, but she didn't feel like it this morning.

She did her other morning requirements, the basics, before heading toward the meeting room. It had only been around twenty minutes, but she didn't have anything better to do.

When she reaches the meeting room, everyone was there but Jason.

"Hey Beauty Queen," Leo flirts goofily as she sat down next to him.

She rolls her eyes as he flits with some nuts and bolts. "Morning Leo."

"Where's Jason?" Annabeth asks. "The sooner we finish this meeting the better."

She pushes her chair back, "I'll go get him."

She shoves the door open and heads down the hall toward his room, her feet clank down the hall loudly against the wooden structure. She reaches his door and notices that it's slightly ajar. She softly rapped on his door before slipping inside and closing the door behind her.

The light leaking in from the window was enough to see by, so she didn't turn on the overhead light, it would be a cruel way to wake him up.

Jason is curled on top of his bed, dressed in yesterday's attire, his bed still neatly made. She kneels beside his bed, he was faced away from her, his spine and back of his head being the only parts of him she could see clearly.

"Jason?" she whispers, placing a hand on his shoulder. But she quickly withdrew it, he was warm and she gently rolls him onto his back as he began to wake up.

She places her hand along his forehead and was sure it felt warmer than usual. He didn't look too bad though, maybe she was just paranoid.

"Piper?" Jason asks as his eyes flutter open. He groans and rolls back onto his stomach.

"Are you feeling alright?" she asks, rubbing his back soothingly. He seemed tense, and he wasn't acting like himself. He was usually punctual and responsible, he never misses anything or accidentally sleeps in. It isn't like him.

"I'm fine," he says, pulling himself to his elbows and rubbing his forehead. "Just tired."

"You sure?" she asks, he's hiding something, but she doesn't want to pry. He always tell her everything, normally in his own time.

"Positive," he sits up, his long legs swinging over the side of the bed. "I'll meet you guys in the meeting room in a few."

"Alright," she walks to the door and opens it, "See you there."

He smiles, and since it seems genuine enough, and he seems fine, Piper rolls it off like it's nothing.

She shouldn't have, but she didn't know.

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So... what do you think? Like it? Love it? Hate it? want me to ditch it? Want me to write more?

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XAnn