A/N: I AM VERY SORRY THAT IT'S BEEN LITERALLY FOREVER! Seriously, I am. Every time I'd sit down to write I'd get distracted by some of my friends. Note to self: don't write and go on facebook at the same time. So please don't hate me for this. I'm not letting myself leave the house till I have the next three chapters written.


I'd tried everything to find Jason. I'd called adoption agencies (I didn't have much luck because of privacy laws and such) and searched the internet. And you know, it was pretty dang hard. It was almost like he didn't want to be found.

Of course I didn't think of Facebook. I mean, it's the 21st century and not to brag, but I'm pretty smart. But at that moment I felt dumber than ever before.

Sally had brought over my laptop (AKA my baby) so I logged on to Facebook. I had two notifications so I clicked on the button. Freaking Farmville. No one plays Farmville anymore… except apparently Hannah Coleman. I'm pretty sure helping her harvest her plants is not on my to-do list.

I typed in Jason Grace and lucky me there was a lot. The first one to show up looked like he was five. (A/N: That's actually the truth, there's a lot of Jason Grace's). I put in the location as New York, thank gosh there was only three results. Seeing how the only one who was blond was the second one I assumed it was him.

Then it hit me. This could actually be my brother. After all this time I could've found him. On Facebook of all places.

My hands shaking, I started to type the message.

Hi Jason, the message read. My name is Thalia Grace and I'm 95 percent sure you're my brother. I know this is probably totally weird and unexpected, but I need to see. So I can be sure. Please reply.

I took a deep breath and squeezed my eyes shut before letting my mouse hover over the send button. Then I clicked down. Send.

All I had to do now was sit there and wait.

I remember when Jason and I were kids and we'd do the craziest things. Our mother was drunk half the time so we never had to worry about her getting mad at us. She was completely oblivious. However, once we took the piano bench and went down the stairs on it. We thought it was genius, I mean, sledding in the summer? One broken arm and forty-eight stitches later Jason and I got in trouble for the first time in our lives.

"Hey," I looked up. Percy was standing there, looking slightly uncomfortable. With his expression full of worry and his constant fiddling with the hem of his shirt I could instantly tell something was wrong.

"Hey to you too," I replied. When it came to Percy it was better not to ask what was wrong rather than bombard him with questions. Just let him say it when he was ready.

"So... how are things?" he wondered, seeming uncomfortable. I winced at the feeble attempt to lift the tension. He seemed very fixated by his old beat up shoes.

"Good if you consider the fact I have cancer," I joked. Percy tried to smile, but failed so it ended up looking more like a grimace.

"So Nico is donating some stuff to you?" Percy asked awkwardly. Poor kid.

"Uh, yeah he is actually," I said back, not quite sure where exactly he was going with this.

He walked up to the little TV in the corner of the room. "Wow, this TV sure looks old," he blurted. "Look, it even has an antenna." I sighed, praying for him to just say it.

"Sure does," I said, rolling my eyes. He gave the antenna a little poke.

"Thalia, why are you mad at Nico di Angelo?" Percy let out. He let out a relieved breath before starting back up again. "Do you want to die or something? Because he's being awfully generous."

"I'm not mad at him and I don't want to die, it's just that I don't get how it's him. I've known him for years and I've said like ten words to him. I never stood up for him when others were being jerks. I don't deserve this and he shouldn't have to do this for me," I explained. Glancing down at my hands, I bit my lip. "I guess I'm not mad at him, but mad at myself. But if you tell anyone that I will beat you up Perce," I added, smiling a bit.

"Thalia," Percy said, wording it carefully. "I think he forgives you. He cares more than you think." He sat down on the bed, causing it to groan, like it was protesting against his weight.

"What do you mean?" I asked, totally confused.

Percy shrugged apologetically. "I've already said more than I should," he said.

"What is this Pretty Little Liars? It's not like A is going to pop out and kill you," I complained.

Percy rolled his eyes. "I got to get going, Mom is going on a date with Paul again and I need to give him a warning." He stood up and stretched.

"Well aren't you Mr. Protective," I teased him. Percy rolled his eyes as he walked out the door.

Once he was gone I flipped open my laptop. One new message. I clicked on it and I swear my heart stopped when I saw who it was from. Jason.

Oh my gosh, I can't believe it's you. I haven't seen you in years. I can't believe it. Do you live in New York?

A smile slowly spread across my face. It was really him.

Holy crap it's really you. I live in New York. Come to the New York hospital and ask for me. I'll explain here.

I scrolled up and down my newsfeed. Drew was pregnant. That's not surprising. She was always bragging about how many guys she was… with. I, on the other hand, have only kissed one boy.

I wondered if Jason was actually going to come. Man, I was so excited. I'd been waiting for this to happen for years and now it was. After about ten minutes I began to doze off, ready to let dreamland welcome me in with open arms.

Then suddenly there was a knock on the door.


A/N: I KNOW! It was the shortest chapter I have ever written in my entire life, and I understand if you don't want to review. But this part was very important and it had to be done and that was it. You'll see them meeting face to face soon. And the surgery is not so far off so yay! The REAL stuff begins afterwards. Bye bye (Heart)