A/N: Oi! Tengo un capitulo nuevo! Lo siento, mi espanol no es muy bueno. I didn't use a translator for that, btw. I don't have accent marks either and my spelling is probably off, but it was supposed to say "Hey! I have a new chapter. I'm sorry, my spanish is not very good"
Its short. Sorry.

Disclaimer: I am a teenage girl, not Rick Riordan. I only own the plot and whatever OCs I chuck in there. I don't own anything I reference, either.

They could stay in the rooms converted into bunks for two weeks, longer if necessary, but would need to find new arrangements as soon as possible. Pictures were most likely made public, but, as Piper explained to them, Gaea did not have many supporters so it was easy to find a land lord that wouldn't mind. While they had to submit all records to the government, the fake identities would solve that problem. There was a low-risk mission in two days that a few of the 'newbies' would be on. It was a pretty good deal.

XXXX

Four months. Four months, 26 missions, two apartment changes, 7 new recruits and 5 casualties.

Which meant a sleepover, with all the old and a few of the new. Percy was sprawled over the bed, Annabeth, Clarisse, Chris, Grover and Nico were playing cards on the floor, but had pretty much given up after Nico won the first six rounds (something about spending a long time undercover in a casino). Thalia was laying over her girlfriend of one month, Reyna, the pair hooking up after she got fed up listening to Annabeth's pinning over Piper and made the discoveries of 1) Soon she would be as bad as her, and 2) the sooner they got together, the sooner she could move out and stop listening to the pinning. Leo was playing with the swivel chair.

They had reached the point of tipsy-ness where they would be spared the headache and memory loss, but the speed bump between brain and vocal cords had been flattened.

Cue the pinning.

"Hes perfect, a golden boy." There was a slight slur to the words. "Everyone listens to him, perfectly willing. And he actually knows what to do, not just winging it. He makes an actual difference. Everything I ever wanted to be." Someone made a vague noise of agreement, familiar with the routine. "And hes damn hot."

Reyna, who could hold her liquor like a pro, and shared Thalia's opinion on pinning, spoke up. "You know, the whole confession thing worked pretty well for us. Maybe one of you pathetic sops should try it. Oh, but Annabeth, make it more romantic than what we did. Piper digs that." (Reyna was referring to the crash of a moment, in which Thalia stuttered over a few words before adopting a devil-may-care attitude and shouting it out. After a bit more head clashing, an angry make out session occurred and now here they were.)

"Oh gods, don't get her started on that." Thalia's warning was too late.

"Ohhh Piper..." Annabeth was the definition of lightweight, demonstrating

this fact in her speech. "The girl with kaleidescope eyes...Eve-every one underestimates her, ya know? Bu-but just cuz she gets emotions and shit, don't mean shes less. Uggh, emotions. She'll just, just walk up to you and say the most perfectest things... Makes the world seem right again."

Nico joined into the conversation, his natural brooding personality leaking out again. "There is so much screwed up in our lives. I'm not even sure of my own age, much less if I'm the legal age of drinking. But this... this is something else. Maybe there is still something good in this world. Maybe the spark of love keeps hope alight."

"That shit's deep," Leo mumbled from where he had let his head fall into the desk. Annabeth was soon to follow the falling over parade, falling asleep with her butt sticking strait up in the air; consequently, they wrapped up the evening with dragging the unconscious into more comfortable positions and curling up in some corner or another to hole up in for the night.

XXXX

The constant life or death atmosphere they lived in was quick to eliminate any awkwardness they would normally have after discussing such topics, and trust was a necessity in their line of work, so the morning after went without a hitch. Clothes were changed, hair pulled back and otherwise messed with until it looked presentable, and teeth were brushed (or at least rinsed with Listerine). As Percy went to leave, however, Reyna grabbed his arm.

"You know, solider, I was serious about what I said last night. Talk to him." Her deep, cavernous brown eyes gazed unflinchingly into his own, the seriousness showing through the orbs.

Maybe he would. Reyna knew what she was doing.

A/N~ Was that the tittle in there? Oh, I believe it was.

Its coming back. AND THAT QUOTE IS MINEEEEEE, plz ask if you want to use it. What I actually said was, "Love in literature is always described as a spark between two people. Likewise, hope is described as a flame. Maybe love is the spark that keeps hope alight." Mine. Copyright-ME

Shoutout to my followers, favoriter, and reviewer. Thanks so much!
Also, we'll be getting into the real Jercy soon, so any ideas on how you want that to happen? I already have an idea of what Jason is gonna say.

Oh, and I'll probably only update on the weekends when I have time to write. Sorry.