OKAY. So I know a lot of you who comment on my forum, are also fellow writers (and amazing ones at that *coughs*nicecatch42*coughs*) so I'm going to let you in on something. Here is how I get most of my grammar correct – I write on word document first, with all the codes for italics and bold in fanpop style. This way, I can get my spelling AND grammar correct, since micro word does a grammar check. When I am done, I copy paste it onto the forum. Simple success! :D Feel free to use this method! And a shout out to Crazyfanatic! YAY! You started reading! My coolest fanpop buddy is reading, and this MoA is now whole! Btw, from now on I have a pattern. I will only be writing from Percy and Jason's POV and on OCCASIONALLY some other character's

Jason Grace

Memories had come back in a flood as soon as Jason had stepped out of the Argo that morning.
And with good memories, also came ones just as bad…like Octavian for instance.
Jason was in no way happy that that old crud was going to be accompanying them on this quest, but there was no loophole.

He and Reyna had tried everything.

But Octavian had it all planned out…

"I would like to join you on the Argo II to Rome and Greece," Octavian had demanded this morning, intruding Jason and Reyna's meeting in the Senate room. And yes it was an actual meeting, on who would join them on the Argo II.

"No way in Asphodel!" Jason had begun to argue, but Reyna put her hand up, indicating that he remain silent.

"Let us see if his argument is valid." Reyna had said calmly. Jason had slumped back into his seat without a word, and he strongly regretted it now.

"My argument, you ask? Oh, believe me it's valid. You see, I'm a senate. A senate has every right to accompany you on this quest -"

Reyna cut him off, "None of the other senates are accompanying us."

"Oh yes!" Octavian had said dramatically as if he had practiced this over and over in the mirror, "But you see, none of the others want to either! I, on the other hand, volunteer. Why should you deny me? I have proven myself worthy of many things, and we both know I can survive this."

Reyna had opened her mouth to speak but Octavian had started again, with all the more drama, "Oh but you know you need me dear Praetor! I am a descendant of Apollo, and with my powers, I would be such an advantage."

Jason had considered asking What powers?, when he realized that wouldn't be much of a valid argument, since there was no proof he didn't possess the powers of Apollo, either.

Reyna had obviously not had any reasonable doubt in mind, as she had silently accepted defeat when she muttered, "Very well. Be back here at seven. We… we leave tonight."

… Indeed they do leave tonight.

Jason was scared out of his wits after what had happened to Annabeth. He had so wished she would be there with them, since she was probably the only one who could keep them alive on this quest, and then she went into some mild comma.

Thank the Gods for her sake, and everyone else's, that she was good and well now. The doctors said whatever was inside her had simply evaporated, not a trace left. She would have some mild headaches (occasionally – hopefully not –migraines), nothing serious, which would subside with time.

The way Percy had embraced her when he saw that she was alright… it made Jason feel jealous.

He was jealous because he didn't remember getting any warm embraces from Reyna. Did she care about him the way Annabeth did Percy? Or was it just a strict, professional relationship?

That's not how Jason remembered it. Yeah, he and Reyna hadn't been a couple, but they had definitely been more than colleagues.

Or had the fact that Jason had been gone six months changed all that? Was their whatever-you-wanna-call-it relationship really that fragile?

Jason pushed all Reyna-related thoughts out of his head. He needed to concentrate.

The Map of Italy and The World Map was spread out on the desk in front of him. He was in his room, waiting for Percy Jackson to show up. They had to find the safest way to Rome, or come up with some plan at least.

His room was just as he had left it, and believe it or not, it wasn't that much of a mess. All his clothes were in their correct drawers or cupboards. Only a few papers and chocolate wrappers littered the floor. It was nothing serious.

Jason was a guy, but he was just cleaner than most of what Reyna used to call 'His Species'.
A smile spread across his face as he thought of the happy times with Reyna…

Snap out of it! He scolded himself. No thinking of Reyna, he remembered.

Percy walked in from the door that was right across from where the Jason was standing, at the table in the middle of the room.

Jason wondered why Percy hadn't taken his room by now. It was pretty much his now if he wanted it, since he was praetor.

Yeah, why didn't he take my room like he did my people…? Jason shook the thought away. He couldn't afford to hate this guy just yet. He could be a serious asset… Heck he was a serious asset.

"You figure anything out?" Percy asked, walking over to the table and taking a seat across from Jason.
He was blunt and to the point. No 'hi' or 'hello'. Jason was grateful for that.

"Well, for one thing, a flight from San Francisco to Rome should take around eleven to twelve hours if not delayed. But that's on a plane. The Argo II doesn't fly that fast. Leo didn't have enough time to fix it, so it can't withstand that much flight duration either. So we'll have to fly as far as we can, preferably towards the North Atlantic Ocean, so that we can –"

"-So that we can sail from there onwards," Percy completed for him – without permission might Jason add.

Jason noticed the uneasiness on Percy's face, and he was pretty sure it had nothing to do with the sailing part.

Then his eyes suddenly lit up, "We could stop by New York then?"

Jason knew Percy had his family there, so this time he sincerely felt bad when he said, "I thought of that too, but it's too dangerous. There are too many monsters because of Camp Half Blood."

Percy seemed to understand the dangerousness more clearly now. He slumped a little, "Right…" He muttered.

"But, I think Washington DC would be the safest place to stop," Jason continued, "And after that I'm not sure what to do… we sail from there is all I know…" Jason told Percy. Jason was done with the flying bit, and the sailing bit was all Percy's.

"Well we can't exactly sail anywhere from Washington, but we can bring the boat closer to our destination until it's ready to take flight again." Percy said tapping his chin with his fore-finger, thinking hard.

"But what is our destination?" Jason asked.

Percy pulled the map toward him and studied it with concentration. A strained look was plastered across his face and Jason didn't blame him. He was dyslexic too.

"I say we sail to the middle of the Atlantic, here," Percy pointed at a spot on the map, "near the Azores Islands… Would we be able to take flight by then?" Percy looked up and asked Jason.

"I'd think so… But I'll have to ask Leo, hold on." Jason slipped a phone out of his pocket. He wasn't really supposed to have one, but he only kept it inside camp, where it was safe to use. He dialed the number of the phone he had given Leo.

"Hello?" Leo spoke from the other end.

"Yeah, Leo, listen. If we were to fly the Argo to Washington and sail it the rest of the way until we reached the Azores Islands, could it take off again?" Jason asked, straight to the point.

"Hmm… I'm pretty sure it could. But it'll take some warming up… I'll get started right now." Leo assured Jason.

"Yeah, thanks man." Jason said, before shutting the phone.
Percy looked up expectantly.

"The odds are in our favor." Jason stated.

"Well that never happens…" Percy muttered. Jason actually had to hold back the urge to laugh. The guy was pretty funny.

"Okay," Percy sighed, "So from there we take off. We land in France, Bordeaux… That should take around three, four hours… We can find a place to stay there. And from then onwards we find our way to Rome, which should be easy. We can figure out how to avoid the monsters on our way." Percy concluded.

Jason realized that the guy was pretty smart. It wasn't a bad plan, and it all fit in perfectly.

"Alright… so in about an hour we should all be at The Crossroads where the Ship is." And with that, Percy got up and left.

And just like that Jason's insides snapped as he let free the emotions of fear and anger he had been hiding from Percy.

AN: So this chppie was more informative than the rest. I ACTUALLY searched all the flight durations from all these countries and got the plan down. The next chappie will be much more action packed.