A/N So... I think I have an idea for a possible plot. This probably won't be updated every day in future, just saying.

On his way back to his cabin, Jason made certain to take a route that, whilst longer, contained only right turns. If he had to hear another person telling him to turn left, or to watch out for trees, he thought he'd explode. Thus, no left turns.

The night was moonless and surprisingly cool for the time of year - with the summer solstice only a few days off, many campers had packed away their long sleeves, but they were probably regretting it now. Jason called a warm breeze to rush around him, driving the chill away.

He paused for a moment by the beach and watched the spot on the horizon where the sub was setting into the sea. The path it left on the water sparkled invitingly, but he was too tired and bruised to give in to it now. He had refused to ask one of the Apollo campers to see to him, as he was certain that nothing was broken, and did not wish to appear badly affected by Piper's trick.

It was only sort of true. He hadn't been hurt (much) by hitting the tree and then the flag (that was rather heavy) falling on his head. What... was hurt the right word? What affected him was the way that she always seemed to single him out. If it had been Percy running with the flag, she would only have called "slow down", Jason was willing to bet.

What was her problem with him?

He sighed and turned (right) in the direction of his cabin. Everything they did turned into a contest. Capture the flag, obviously, but then climbing, archery, even canoeing, for heaven's sake.

He would just have to beat her at something, that was all.

XxX

The next morning, he got his chance. His first session after breakfast (waffles with cream and honey) was sword fighting- and Zeus and Poseidon, being only two people cabins at best, had a joint session with cabin 10.

If there was one thing Jason was good at, it was sword fighting. And flying. And messing with the weather. And taking command. And running in full armour. And-

"-son. Earth to Jason."

"What?" Percy had joined him on his way to the arena.

"I was just saying, forget it."

Jason blinked at the green eyes beside him. "Forget... what?"

But he thought he knew what Percy was talking about.

"The Aphrodite cabin, that's what. They're a cabin of almost twenty-five people, and you're... just you. They'll slaughter you if you try and embarrass them. Or their counsellor, for that matter."

That stung. "So you don't think I'm a match for Piper McLean?"

Percy winced at his angry retort. "I'm just saying, that's all. You just need to be car-"

"See you in the arena, Percy," Jason snapped, and stormed away.

He knew he shouldn't have gotten mad at Percy just then, but it touch on almost exactly what he was thinking.

He was a son of Jupiter (or Zeus, whichever), one of the most powerful demigods ever to set foot anywhere; but what if he wasn't? What if he was weaker that he thought?

Arriving at the arena put a stop to his thoughts.

When it came to choosing sparring partners, he looked at Piper. She held his gaze. Challenge accepted.

"No use of powers?"

"Agreed."

He hadn't thought she would agree to that.

Piper was fast, and her aim was good. She slashed out viciously, and defended well. But she was armed with a dagger; only a handspan and a half at most.

Jason had a full length sword, and he fought to win.

They didn't notice the ring of campers surrounding them; that they were the only ones fighting.

Their duel went on longer. Piper almost scored a hid on his left arm - he responded with a sweeping cut to her knees, which she jumped and tried to bring her dagger down in his helmet.

That was her mistake.

He stepped aside and allowed her momentum to carry her forwards, then stuck out his foot. She went sprawling in the sawdust at his feet. The part of the crowd made of Aphrodite campers groaned, but the rest cheered. He hadn't realised that the Ares cabin had come to watch.

He placed his sword to her back. "Submit, McLean?"

Instead of agreeing, Piper snarled her displeasure at being bested.

Jason lifted one foot to start walking off, when-

"Trip over, Grace."

He also landed on his face in the dust.

"McLean! We agreed no powers!" He spat out a mouthful of sawdust.

Piper picked herself up, brushed off her shirt and jeans, and smirked.

"Oopsie..." The rest of her cabin joined in the laughter now.

This was too much.

Rolling up to his feet, Jason called the winds to help him. A fierce gust blew her braids back to him - only one of them returned to its place down her back.

The other landed on the floor by his feet, severed by his blade.

The crowd gasped as one.

Piper whipped around and opened her mouth again, eyes blazing. "Grace-"

Using the winds to divert the sound of her voice, Jason found that he didn't have to listen to her commands. Her eyes widened as he stepped forward with his sword, ready to remove her other braid.

"STOP!" He glared at Clarisse, standing between them.

"Clarisse, mo-"

"Shut up, Jason. You too, Piper. Find somewhere else to kill each other - I've got things I need to do. Shake hands."

It was so unlike Clarisse to be giving peaceful orders that both he and Piper stared at her. Her scowl deepened.

Grudgingly, they shook hands.

"I'll get you for that, Grace," Piper promised.

"I'm counting on it, Beauty Queen."

Jason turned, picking up his trophy, and left the arena. He didn't really know what he was going to do with a strip of brown hair, but it was worth taking it just to see the look on Piper's face.

One-all.

A/N Reviews would be appreciated...

No, I don't know what Jason's gonna do with his 'trophy' either.

Hope you enjoyed it! Oh, if you have a better idea for the title, please tell me.

~Fi