Title: What You Don't Remember

Author: jasongracist

Rating: T

Summary: The second she laid eyes on Jason, Reyna hated him. His arrogant smile and bright blue eyes made her want to punch the daylights out of him. This story begins at the dawn of time, when Jason and Reyna met. It's just a compilation of all the headcanons I have.

A/N: I don't really have much to say… hmm… Well enjoy I guess cx oh I'm considering POV switches but idk I don't remember ever writing in Jason's perspective I guess it would be really bubbly and cute and fluffy baby Jeyna-y because Jason Grace is a small baby child but :/

Oh, by the way, when Reyna says she didn't bother learning the different names of the baths, it really means I didn't. Latin I, I should have learned it but all I remember is therma and I'm not even completely sure that's part of Latin I. You'll see what I'm talking about in a second.

Disclaimer: I do not own PJO/HOO. If I did, BOO would be a whole lot better because frankly it was a shit book the best parts were Reyna and Nico bye

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Reyna

As Jason explained the events of the weapons shed to the two praetor staring at them with astonished expressions painting their faces, Reyna's mind drifted to her mother. She so badly wanted to grab a mirror and gauge how many of her traits her mothers had given to her. She gave a small smile as she compared Hylla to the glowing goddess. Reyna's sister looked almost exactly like their mother.

"-so then Lady Bellona pops out of nowhere it was so frickin cool oh my god and me and Rey-"

"Rey and I," Reyna corrected, not noticing the laconic use of her name.

"-we were just standing there staring at her and then she tells Rey that she's her mom it was awesome and she did something to her sword Rey can you show it to them?" Jason looked at her expectantly with an encouraging smile adorning his face.

"Right…" she mumbled dazedly, her fingers fumbling for the sword at her belt. She unsheathed the sword and held it out to the two praetors.

Elizabeth took the sword from her, examining it. Zane plucked something from the hilt, Reyna caught a flash of silver. Elizabeth gazed up at Zane, taking the object from him.

"It's a ring. Your Mom must have left it for you." Elizabeth smiled kindly at her before dropping the ring in Reyna's open palm. "See the design on it? That's your Mom's symbol."

Reyna brushed her fingers over the symbol, an arrow crossed by a burning torch. Something deep within her ached as she slipped the ring onto her right index finger.

"The sword is blessed somehow… I don't know... might want to get it checked out by some Vulcan kids." Zane winked at her before bending down to hand her the sword. He straightened and put an arm around Elizabeth.

Elizabeth regarded at Jason, who was standing aside and gazing at the conversation unfolding in front of him. "Have you been skipping activities all day, Grace?"

"Did you get a haircut?" he muttered, grinning sheepishly.

"Get going. We have war games tonight." Elizabeth winked.

"Yeah okay but what cohort are we putting Rey in?" Jason was practically vibrating with curiosity. Elizabeth raised an eyebrow at the word 'we'. Reyna snorted softly.

"We'll announce tonight. Before games." Zane smiled.

Jason groaned. "Well what am I supposed to do with her now? Take her around with Fifth?"

"I'm sure the Fifth Cohort will welcome her with open arms." Elizabeth ruffled his hair.

Reyna was twisting the ring around her index finger, over and over. It was odd. She didn't even notice.

"Yeah okay but you know you're putting her in the top three." He took her hand and they walked out, not looking back to see their expressions.

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Elizabeth was right. The Fifth Cohort did welcome her with open arms. Quite literally. All twenty of them wrapped their arms around her, all talking at once.

"What's your name?"

"Is that Bellona's symbol on your ring? That's sooo cool!"

"How old are you?"

"Has Jason been dragging you around all day?"

"Where did you come from?"

"Guys, guys, give her some space!" Jason called fondly, his blue eyes sparkled and Reyna instantly caught it. These people were his family. He grew up with them. The thought made her smile. She caught his eyes and bid him a silent 'thank you'. He nodded, smiling at her widely.

"It's nice to meet you all but I really just want to take a bath and get some fresh bandages, first." She cringed. How rude could she be?

"I'll take you to the baths. Dakota, can you get the bandages out of the kit for her and set them out?" A girl stepped out from behind the crowd of people. She looked about 14 years old. Her brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail, her hazel eyes sparkled with defiance. "I'm Gwen, by the way."

The idea of going somewhere with a complete stranger made her uneasy, at least she was a girl. But she had been at Jason's side the entire time, out of all these people, she trusted him the most. She glanced at him and he was nodding at her to go. I'll meet up with you later. He seemed to say.

So Reyna allowed Gwen to lead her to the baths. "You haven't lived until you've had a Roman bath." she was saying.

"Oh." Her mind was picturing a row of baths, hidden by curtains.

"Reyna, right? After you saved him from the Cerastes monster, he went on and on about you and how you jumped in front of him so he wouldn't get impaled."

"It wasn't that big a deal. He just wasn't paying attention to everything at once." she mumbled, her wounds burned at the memory.

"Well, anyway, we owe you. He's basically the glue of the Cohort. We're pretty much a joke around camp. Then Jason, a son of Jupiter, chose us and we were really surprised."

Jupiter. Reyna's eyes widened. Gods of Olympus, he was basically royalty.

"Here are the baths." Gwen gestured to the tall, marble building looming in front of them before shoving soap and a towel into her hands. "You'll probably want to change your clothes too… hmm. I'll drop off some clothes back at the cabin." With that, Gwen left her.

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Reyna sighed in content as she slid into the warm water after peeling off her sweat dried and blood stained clothes. The baths were a series of pools, cold, hot, warm. Each with a different name she didn't bother learning.

She scrubbed her skin until it felt raw and clean, watching the dirt uncover tanned skin, covered with minor wounds like scratches. She cursed herself for not bathing earlier, any of these wounds could be infected. She gently ripped her bloody bandages off, watching the water wash away the dried crimson clinging to her. Reyna sighed again, closing her eyes and sinking into the water. Roman baths. She could get used to this.

Reyna scrubbed herself with the soap Gwen had given her until she was sure the smell of sweat and blood had washed away from her. When she had thoroughly washed her hair, she gazed in horror at the amount of dirt and blood that was caked in it.

Finally, she felt she was as clean as she could ever be. She wrapped a towel around her, running back to the Fifth Cohort's cabin, hoping she wouldn't get caught mostly naked. She cursed herself for not thinking to bring the clothes with her.

As luck would have it, she did get caught. At first, the flash of blond hair made her blush. It was Jason. It must be.

"Not everyday you see a girl streaking out of the Roman baths." the voice she heard behind her was definitely not Jason's. Not Jason's sweet, cracked puberty voice. This voice was ugly and nasally and made her want to punch whoever it was. Instead, she ran.

A spindly, pale hand caught hers and she squeaked. "Don't touch me." she tightened her grip on her towel as she turned towards the boy.

He gripped her hand with sweaty, small hands. Not at all like Jason's warm, dry ones. She shook her head. No more Jason.

"I'll touch you if I want. In Greece, women were inferior to men, and they still are." The boy in front of her was twiggy, his face scrunched into a sneer. He looked maybe around her own age. His eyes were the color of oatmeal. She hated oatmeal. "What's your name?" His eyes were traveling down her body as if she was a painting to observe.

Reyna's hand cracked across his skin so hard, he fell to the ground, releasing her hand. "Next time you say that to me, I will kill you."

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Reyna was sitting on Gwen's bed in a violet Camp Jupiter shirt and too big jeans. She twirled the ring on her index finger, shaking from the incident with the twig boy. Even after bathing, she felt dirtier than ever.

"Reyna!" Jason's happy voice rang out after the bang of a door opening widely. "Come on, it's almost sun down. We're about to start war g- what's wrong?"

She looked up at him, taking comfort in his natural easy expression, ignoring the concern in his eyes. She'd only known him for a day, and yet, she could read him like a book. "Nothing."

"Shut up." he said sharply, shutting the door behind him and sitting next to her. "Tell me what's wrong."

She hesitated before digging her nails into her palm and talking. "I don't remember ever being anywhere but Circe's island. I was pretty young when my family was caught there. Circe hated boys. And she made us hate them too. She told us they weren't worth effort at all and they'd just break you and leave you. When the pirates caught us, it just told us what Circe said was all true." She looked up at him now. He was listening intently, her hand in his. "You were the first boy who was ever actually nice to me. So I thought maybe boys weren't that awful after all."

At this, his eyes lit up like fireflies after sunset.

"But when I was leaving the baths, this boy caught me. I was just in my towel because Gwen said she'd leave clothes out on her bed for me. He went on and on about how girls were inferior and he could do whatever he wanted with me or to me and I slapped him." she sighed and shrugged. "I guess I'm just shaken up."

The anger in Jason's eyes caught her by surprise. "Octavian."

"Who?"

"That's his name. The guy. He's the worst ever and at war games now, we're going to kill him." He smiled at her. "No one does that to my friends."

Reyna blushed. "Okay."

"You're okay to go, right? To the games? I can tell them you weren't feeling up to it or something." He stood up, running his fingers through his hair.

She tugged on a strand of her own hair. "Yeah, yes I'm fine. Let's go."

"You should probably tie your hair back first. That's the first thing someone's going to yank." Jason smiled.

Reyna was taken aback. Hylla had always done her hair. "Oh um the thing is…" she looked up at him. "I can't…"

He grinned widely. "I can."

She looked at him sceptically. She wasn't much for gender stereotypes what with Hylla constantly repelling anything remotely considered 'girly' but Jason knowing how to do hair?

He rolled his blue eyes. "Liz taught me how when I was younger. I was curious."

He sat behind her, taking her thick hair in his hands. She sat uncomfortably as he worked away, winding the strands through his fingers. He worked quickly, braiding it down her back and tying it off. "Done."

She felt behind her head and ran her hand down the length of the braid, pulling it over her shoulder. Not bad. "Thanks…" she blushed.

"No problem now let's go."

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Alright I had more but this chapter was getting too long so I cut it short.

I would just like to mention that most of this is being pulled out of my ass I honestly don't know how a Roman Legion works though I should because I have a test on it this Friday oops.

Does anyone know if Reyna's cohort was mentioned at all? Please PM me, I would like to have some sort of canon aspects.

This story is killing me I mean Jason and Reyna are 13 I'm trying to be subtle and make it go slower, just hints of small crushes being formed but I feel like they took to each other too quickly. Reyna's pulling back a little but Jason's all out, taking her hand putting his hand on her shoulder... doing her hair...

Do y'all think that's like way too platonic like if there was any romance between them, doing her hair for her would've just been creepy? I've always just had that headcanon though.

Young Reyna is so hard to write because we know so little. Did she always have a fear of showing weakness or did it develop at CJ? Should she be less trusting of Jason? I have nothing to go on.

I think there's going to be a period chapter for Reyna eventually, maybe when she's 14 and she and Jason are being super cute battle besties together.

At any rate, read, review, criticize, advise, and all that good stuff.