a/n: A lot of you really want to read more about Jackson and Chase. So I decided to dedicate this entire chapter to their story. Enjoy :)

Chase closed her eyes, just breathing in the scent that was still familiar after all these years.

She let out a loud laugh. She was home.

Opening her eyes, Chase took in the sight of Camp Half-Blood at night. The trees waved in a steady breeze and the water from the Canoe Lake lapped at the sand.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Chase spun around to find Jackson with a huge grin on his face.

"Yeah, beautiful," she murmured.

"Ya know, I didn't spend very much time here but I don't think there's anywhere else I'd rather be." Jackson had walked up beside her, and they were both staring out at the dark water.

She smiled up at him. "Is it real, do you think?"

Jackson sighed. "I don't know. It feels real."

He turned and looked into her eyes. "I want it to be real."

For a moment Chase couldn't breathe. She couldn't look away from Jackson's sea green eyes.

He took her hands in his. "You feel real." His voice was just a whisper.

Chase leaned in a little, wanting to be closer to him. Jackson's eyes were on her lips, and her body was heating up.

A booming voice made them both jump back. "To find the Doors you must first find what is wrong. Find what is there that shouldn't be."

And then it was silent again.

Chase had a slight blush on her fair cheeks, and was glad it couldn't be seen in the dark.

Jackson shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. "What the hell was that?"

Chase looked around, as if she could find the voice that had spoken. "I don't know. It sounded like Cosmo wants us to find something though."

"Yeah," Jackson walked to the edge of the beach. "Whatever's not supposed to be here."

Jackson slowly stepped into the water, letting the water wet his feet.

He looked up at Chase, who was still standing on the shore.

"I haven't felt the water in ten years." He looked so much younger with a smile on his face. "It makes me feel. . . good."

Chase couldn't help but smile in response. Walking up to meet him, she stepped in, feeling the cold water wash over her feet.

"Do you really think we can do this?" Chase's voice was low against the sound of the waves.

Jackson gave her a sideways grin, and took her hand in his. "Are you kidding? You can do anything. You're the smartest person I know."

He swallowed. "In fact, if there was one person I had to get stuck in Tartarus with. I'm glad it was you."

Chase's cheeks were now a deep scarlet, and she could feel her heart beating in her chest.

"You're my best friend, Jackson." Her voice was a whisper in the wind, and for a second she was afraid he hadn't heard her, but then his grip on her hand tightened and she found herself in his arms.

Chase looked up and saw Jackson's eyes glint in the darkness, and then his lips were on hers, and her hands were wrapped in his hair.

Jackson's arms wrapped around Chase's waist, pulling her into him. "You're beautiful," he murmured against her lips.

Chase pulled him back in, kissing him with every pent up emotion she had.

Jackson's warm hands slipped inside of her shirt, leaving a trail of fire on her stomach.

Groaning, Chase pulled Jackson's t-shirt over his head, wanting to feel every part of him.

Her hands on his chest, he kissed her neck, biting down gently over her pulse.

Chase's eyes closed and her head fell back. This was better than anything she could have ever imagined.

A noise above them made them look up.

Jackson growled. "Are you shitting me? Our mini-me's have the worst timing."

Chase laughed at the expression on his face.

She leaned in, and whispered in his ear. "I'm not done with you. We are just getting started."