So I was watching a film, I won't say which until I've finished writing, and a fic idea hit me. BAM! It's brilliant, and I started straight away, which is why I wasn't working on this. But siriusly, once I post chapter 1, you'll understand. I've written sooo goddamn much, the introduction is like 40 pages long so far.

Kay kay, here ya go soz I waffled.

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Chapter 7

Jason I

Jason landed on the decking of the ship, stumbling slightly.

He had been flying ahead for a couple of days now, zooming through the air with the wind whipping vaguely therapeutically through his hair, before coming back and telling his friends how much further they had to stay in the ship. It was a nice ship, Jason didn't want to be misunderstood, but after nearly a week of solid flying? Cabin fever alert. Cabin fever to the max.

"Jason?" Piper's voice carried over from a little while away.

"Here!" He called, sticking his hand out round the corner and waving it for her to see.

It nearly hit Piper in the face, as she was closer than he realised, and she slapped his arm away, the various braids in her hair swinging.

"Funny. Now how far are we from Camp?"

"Not far at all, a couple more hours max and we'll be there." he told her, smiling at her as a grin broke out across her face.

Piper visibly relaxed.

"Oh thank the gods. I'll message Reyna to get her butt over here. I think a little charmspeak will calm her down to be ready for the… well, the news. You go tell everyone that we're almost home."

Yes ma'am." Jason smiled, enjoying the eye roll his girlfriend gave him.

He started off with Leo; he wasn't hard to find.

Follow the smoke.

Jason coughed as he stuck his head into the dark torch-lit engine section.

It was hard to see Leo, the room absolutely crammed with metal cannisters, pipes, tools, even a few household boilers dotted about, steam coming out of various holes, making the room intensely hot, droplets of water running down the metal panelled walls. Beneath one that was leaking steam copiously, Jason saw some skinny legs sticking out. He knelt down, patting Leo's knees.

The was a crash that sounded very much like a head hitting metal, and a loud curse. Jason winced. Leo rolled out, the black curls of his hair shooting out wildly in every direction.

"Are you trying to set fire to the ship?" Jason asked, gesturing around him, at the smoke that obscured the ceiling.

"Not anymore," Leo said, wiping his oily brow with what looked like an even oilier rag, "Though it would make a pretty cool defence. What do ya want, Sparky?"

"Just going round letting people know that we're almost at Camp. Four-ish hours, give or take. Will the ship hold up until we arrive?"

"Should do." Leo rubbed his near black hands on his jeans, and stood up, kicking the rolling board underneath the boiler. "I'll get the rest of my cabin working on it when we land."

"That sounds good. Do you know where Hazel and Frank are?" Jason asked.

"Yeah, they're in the games room, I'll go tell 'em. You get Death Breath and Annabeth." Leo said before adding with wide eyes, "I'm a poet and I didn't know it."

"I've got them, Shakespeare." Jason laughed and shook his head, on his way to Annabeth.

She was in- Jason paused a little- Percy's room, and had practically hidden herself away for the entire duration of their trip back. Jason softly rapped his knuckles against the door, and a muffled 'come in' answered him.

He pushed the door in; Annabeth was sat on Percy's still unmade bed, nestled in the blue duvet. Surprisingly, Nico sat on a chair in the corner; they seemed to have been talking.

Jason took a quick moment to scan Percy's room, having never been in there before. It was exactly the same as his, only a little messier. The smell of salt was strong, on the little seashells all on the windowsill, on the dirty clothes pushed into a corner, on the picture frames crammed onto Percy's nightstand. He could see Annabeth in a lot of them, along with pictures of a kind hearted woman Jason presumed to be Percy's mum, a bunch of demigods in orange t-shirts waving a flag, and oddly, Percy in-between a grinning cyclops and a satyr munching on a can.

"Nico!" Jason said, refocusing. "I was just looking for you too. We have news, we're almost at camp!"

His exclamation raised some weary smiles from the two teenagers. Jason tilted his head and leant on the door. He knew that they missed Percy, for Hades' sake, they all did, horribly. Though Jason resented the underlying rivalry he felt they always seemed to have (though Percy himself never seemed to draw attention to it), he chose to focus on the good feelings they had, like when they used their combined powers to take down an enemy, lightning coursing through tidal waves. In those moments, it wasn't about who was stronger, but about how strong they were together, brothers in arms.

He thought he'd grown to know Percy pretty well, what with being in a confined space with him for Gods know how long on a potentially fatal quest, and looking at the two withdrawn demigods in front of him, he knew Percy wouldn't want them to be sulking about, and he certainly would not want Annabeth locking herself away to study and barely talk to anyone.

"We've got about four hours before we land, come up and have a lunch picnic with us? Frank and Hazel made Chinese..." He trailed off temptingly before ducking his head, "…with a little help from Piper's cornucopia, of course. But it's warm, good, and we need to be in the best health when we arrive. Ready?"

Annabeth and Nico exchanged a look, nodded, and stood up, tiredly following a beaming Jason on to the deck. Jason had actually planned this out with the others; Hazel had found a blanket in the one of the cupboards of the ship, and they had laid out all the food on it. Annabeth's eyes brightened when she saw the rest sitting down, waiting. Even better, the sun had just come out. Perfect weather.

They laughed through lunch: whenever the conversation dimmed, or someone brought up Percy and the mood went sour, someone would quickly start a new topic, as to never leave any of them alone with her thoughts.

"I've got a little surprise for everyone." Leo sat up, grinning brilliantly. "Through my awesome powers of reasoning-"

Everyone snorted.

"Hey," Leo protested. "Anyway, we don't use electric stuff or games much, do we? Cuz monsters are drawn to them, like flies to Frank's pants."

Frank shook his head, arm round Hazel. Jason watched out of the corner of his eye as Coach Hedge turned his head towards them. Frank shrugged his bear like shoulders, and Coach Hedge put his hand on his bat.

Leo carried on. "But, we're in the middle of the sea, right? Not many will be able to find or reach us."

"Kelli found us, with her friends." Annabeth said.

"Yeah, but they were looking for us." Leo said, clicking his fingers like he always did when was in his, as Piper put it, 'little boy at show and tell' mode.

"Most monsters are looking for us." Annabeth replied, though a smile was appearing as Leo capered about.

"Who cares? I got a video game set up for this afternoon!" Planting his feet in one place, Leo whipped off a sheet that had been draped over a large object.

It was indeed a TV, albeit a little dented, but it was accompanied with a console and several controllers. Piper whooped and clambered over them, plonking herself down straight in front of the TV. They all ended up playing a war game (oh the irony), but it was pretty fun, Jason had to admit.

"Alright," He said, his tongue between his teeth as his elbows tilted from side to side, holding on to the controller, "There's a bomb on my left, watch out-"

"Aaaargh!" Screamed Leo, bouncing up and down where he was sat. "I blew up!"

"Leo, careful!" Annabeth said. "You're jogging me, and I'm in the perfect position right now."

"Does anyone have a rocket launcher?" Asked Piper.

"I found one in a secret tunnel." Replied Frank.

"You did not, I showed you where that was!" Leo sad indignantly.

"Only because you followed me, Leo." Hazel said, her fingers slipping on the unfamiliar buttons.

Nico leant over, helpfully whispering tips to his half sister, while simultaneously throwing grenades from out the shadows. More than once, did Jason have to stop Leo from pouncing on Nico after he kept killing him. Nico smirked.

It was only when Jason had been stealthily blown up by Annabeth for the fifth time, that he looked up with a sigh. The shore of Camp Half Blood loomed in the distance, some tiny figures sword fighting with what looked like matchsticks.

"Oh, guys, we're here, we're here!" Jason put down his controller, tapping Frank on the shoulder.

Most scrambled up straight away, but Nico paused for a few seconds to save their place in the game. They all came to stand on the prow, and Jason wrapped his arms around Piper's waist. Finally, no more hovering. They would only be here for a few days then set off again, but he would treasure those days.

He needed to be there right now.

Being able to fly and everything, Jason was off the ship before Leo even reached the Wii nun chucks, Piper shrieking in his tight hold

They landed on all fours on the beach, Jason digging his fingers into the sand. Fiery, grainy sand after weeks of flat wooden boards!

Jason tried to make a sand angel.

Piper laughed as she swept burning sand off of his back a few seconds later, and for a second, Jason felt his age.

"It's your own fault!" She chuckled.

"I didn't expect it to be so hot." Jason explained, pouting.

"Don't call your girlfriend 'it', Grace." Leo whispered as he swaggered by, heading towards the Big house.

Jason leant and smacked him on the back of the head, grinning.

Campers cheered when they saw them, emerging from the trees, and followed them, shaking their hands and asking questions loudly. They tried to answer as best they could. Jason noticed Annabeth scowl and cross her arms, and he tried to move the group along faster. He breathed a sigh of relief when Chiron appeared to greet them, as every demigod fell quiet to hear what they had to say.

"Demigods, you have returned! Was your quest achieved?"

"Sort of, yeah. We have the Athena Parthenon in the ship, and the Roman praetor, Reyna, is on the way." Jason said.

"That is good news!" Chiron exclaimed as the cabins whooped, high fiving and cheering, and Jason smiled a little; Greeks never changed.

Chiron's head lifted, searching behind them.

"Where's Percy?" He asked.

No-one answered.

The demigods around them got quieter until it was silent, each of them craning to see.

Annabeth bit her lip.

The noise of breaking branches above them saved the hassle of replying, as Reyna descended regally on her Pegasus. She hopped off and, after Jason greeted her (and explained who she was to the other campers) dusted off her armour.

"You have the Parthenon? Good. I will call in our people under the grounds of a truce." She said, nodding in a satisfied way. "You seven will be ambassadors, I presume. Or nine," she added, glancing at Nico and Coach Hedge, before frowning. "No, eight. Who's missing? Where's Percy?"

"Let's go into the meeting room," Jason heard Annabeth speak up quickly from the back, "There's a lot that's happened."

Along with Reyna, the Cabin heads and Chiron, they set off to the big house, leaving a crowd of confused and worried demigods behind.

What was going to happen now?

Would the Athena Parthenon unite the camps and therefore the Gods?

And where exactly was Percy?

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Happy Valentines day! Is there an apostrophe? I don't know. I don't care, no one got me anything this year. :( Except my friends, who sent me those strange memes, Thanks guys.

It takes so long to write my other story, the amount of words is just huge. I'll post as soon as I can [remember].

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Yoyoyo updated 8/11/18