Please, allow me to indulge for a moment. If you just want to read the chapter, then go ahead, if you happen to have some strange urge to listen to me ramble, by all means, read on.

This fic actually started as a one-shot, based off of a story by Mcabi. The original one got taken down due to someone who was highly insulted by the fact, and so I re-posted, this time giving a shout-out to Mcabi. And that oneshot got eight reviews, half of then asking me to continue.

so I did, and fourteen chapters later, here we are. I can't say how grateful I am to all of you who helped make this fic come to life and helped me reach my goal of 100 reviews. This was the first of my rice ever to do that, and I owe it all to you guys.

"Have I told you I was sorry yet?"

Piper glanced sidelong at her boyfriend, lying next to her on the grass at Camp Half-Blood. Around them, a picnic was spread out on the blanket they had brought, with a basket of bread, some cheese and a thermos of juice, but the food lay untouched. Piper was perfectly content to stay in the warm grass with Jason's arm draped around her shoulders, pressed into his chest and with her arms wrapped around his neck. It felt so much more natural than it had ever been with Will.

"Oh, only about ten thousand times," she said dryly, leaning in to kiss him on the nose. "And I told you I accept your apology."

"Well, I'm sorry," Jason smiled, and Piper sighed in exasperation. She snuggled closer to his warm body, wanting to never move, wishing time could freeze in place.

"It's okay," she assured him. Surprisingly, there had been no awkwardness between the two of them when they got together. In fact, it was like nothing had ever happened at all— accept for the Aphrodite cabin racing around for a week, squealing and congratulating her. Jason had also seemed a lot brighter, and the two hadn't spent a moment apart since their plane touched back down in New York. As for Piper, she had to admit that her mom had been right— nothing had ever felt as natural as holding hands with Jason or standing up on her toes to kiss his lips. And she was planning on staying at Camp for a year, before going back to her dad for the school term. Tristan McLean had assured her that he would be fine living alone, and congratulated Jason— after firmly telling him that son of Zeus or no son of Zeus, if he hurt Piper again Tristan would have his head on a platter.

"So," Jason started at length from beside her. "No quest, no crazy villains to stop, no monster outside of the border… what are we supposed to do now?" Life at Camp had slowed down a lot— there were still training sessions, but it wasn't as frantic. The climbing wall still shook and poured lava down its face, but it seemed to do it less and less. Their were still monsters in the woods, but half of them had been taken out one day by Percy when he was in a bad mood, and campers no longer felt a need to take them out.

Some things never changed, though. Naiads still giggling and waved as Jason passed the lake. Mrs. O'Leary would still bound from table to table at diner, sniffing for scraps and taking any she could find. The Apollo cabin still led sing-along every night far into the hours of early day. It was the same camp, Jason reflected, just more relaxed. With no impending invasions or death threats or massive drakons patrolling the border, the demigods were allowed the sit back and enjoy their life. Even life outside of camp was safer, due to the fact that Gaea's disappearance had sent most of the monsters down to Tartarus.

There was one new change, though. A league of Cyclopes, lent by Poseidon himself, were busy building row after row of houses, half of them bordering on the beach and the other half bordering on the forest. Annabeth and two of her siblings were overseeing the project, and Tyson had been appointed foreman of the job.

They were building New Greece, a safe haven for all Demi-Gods to live if they didn't want to go to Rome. Now, as Piper stared at it, the half-built houses and outer shells of plazas seemed to be a lot more than that. It held potential— a place for her and Jason to grow up together, get old and married and maybe even have kids. The thought was such a good one that she found herself inevitably smiling.

"What's with the happy face?" Jason asked, nudging shoulders with Piper and turning to face her. Their faces were just inches apart.

"Just… thinking," she said. "About the future, about us. About how we might actually have some peace for once." A small smirk formed on Jasons face as he stared into her eyes, blue in kaleidoscope.

"You really believe that might happen?" he asked, his voice laced with sarcasm but with an undertone of hope. Piper smiled and nodded.

"I really do," she said, leaning forwards to press her lips to his.

So here we are, at the very end. Again, thank you to every single person to read/review/follow/favourite this story. To anyone who actually cares, once I wrap up my other story, LIT, I'll be starting a whole new one, she Son of The Assassin: Prince of Persia

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