To 0G R3- YES :O

To BethnPercy- I will get to your story, I promise! (I'm about four chapters behind on Lou's past at the moment, had a headache for about three days now D: As for this version, I've once again done my best to keep it as close to canon, but obviously with Jason alive now, there will be less Murdering Apollo and more Pissing Apollo Off. Because why not? And yes, she called her dad a bastard, but he deserves it.

To RandomFanAuthor- I DIDN'T DO THAT BECAUSE REASONS I CAN'T SAY RIGHT NOW

To Thals13- JASON DID DESERVE BETTER!

True to her word, Louisa passed out as soon as their bubble broke on the beach. Jason caught her, cradling her head against his shoulder as she began to snore softly. Piper lingered at his side, her hand tentative on his arm. She was shaking, torn between tears and smiles. They were alive. They had made it.

But what cost had it brought on Louisa?

Now Louisa wasn't awake to attack him, Jason had his own insults for her, minus the ungodly amount of swearing. "Why are you like this?" He demanded of her quietly. "Why are you so stupid?" Louisa, obviously, didn't respond, drooling on his shoulder instead. Jason sighed, hugging her to him. Tears speckled his eyes. "She's never going to change." He sniffed, studying his cousin's face. "You're so fucking stupid."

"You're so fucking stupid." Piper corrected, planting a hand on his head as though she wanted to squeeze his dumbass brain out. "How could you do that to me, Jason? How could you-?" Her voice broke, she crouched beside him. "I hate you."

"I couldn't let you die."

"And I'm supposed to just let you die?"

"It's… it was the better option." Jason said quietly. Piper looked ready to slap him, but he was shaking as much as she was. They both looked down as Louisa mumbled in her sleep.

"Break your spine…" And then she smiled, squishing her cheek on Jason's chest. "Asshole."

"I see she doesn't change much between asleep and awake either." Apollo remarked. Jason coughed a feeble laugh, wiping at his face. "I, um… I am sorry to intrude but… should we not move? We need to dry off and-"

"Yes." Piper nodded, glad for something to do, something useful. "My home isn't far." She rose. Jason stood too, tucking his arm under Louisa's legs, ready to carry her back. Piper touched his arm, one final check that she was definitely seeing him, still alive. Then she turned and led them along the beach.

Piper's dad had to do a double- and triple-take upon seeing six soaking wet teenagers trampling into his empty hallway, one of which was still snoozing, dripping seawater all over the marble-tiled floor. He glanced at Crest, a funny look rippling across his face. Apollo recognised the look of a mortal succumbing to the Mist, recalled the fragility of Tristan McLean's mind. Maybe he saw Crest as a very big dog or a really hairy young man. Apollo was just glad Crest had wrapped his ears up again.

"What's going on?" Tristan asked, hurrying to them. He squashed Piper's face in his hands, checking her for injuries. If he noticed her new scar or if the Mist made it seem like she had always had it, they didn't know. "Are you hurt? What happened?"

"Fuck." Louisa said, snoring softly, head lolling onto her chest. Tristan blinked at her.

"We went for a walk." Piper lied, taking her father's hands reassuringly. "And a bit of a swim."

"At night?"

"Yes, Lou… that's her," she nodded at the sleeping swearer, "she quite enjoys swimming and talked the rest of us into it. She's just asleep, she tired herself out trying to drown us." Tristan blinked. "You know, in the fun, love-you-really kind of way."

"Yes. Yes, I know." Tristan nodded, his confusion clearing up. He smiled. "You're all soaked, let's get you warmed up. The water's still on if you want to have a shower, but I…" He looked around, puzzling over something. "I can't remember where we put the spare towels."

"It's OK, Dad. I should still have a couple in my room."

"Ah, thank you, Piper. I don't know what I'd do without you." Tristan kissed her forehead. Piper hugged him, tightly. Her new swimming buddies knew where her thoughts lay- Tristan could have stayed up all night for a daughter that would never come home.

Jason had a solution to waking Louisa up. Probably not his smartest move, but he wanted to make sure she was OK. They had showered and dried off, Piper recovered some clothes from packed suitcases while their own were laundered. She helped Jason with his plan, the others watching from the other side of the bathroom.

They lowered Louisa into a bath of cold water. She awoke almost instantly, kicking and smacking Jason in the head when she saw him. Piper had avoided any attack, having dropped Louisa unceremoniously and jumping back to a safe distance.

"Ow." Jason groaned, covering his eyes and the oncoming bruise on his forehead.

"Dick!"

"Yes, yes, I love you too."

"Lou, ssh!" Piper pressed. "Dad doesn't understand all of our… nonsense, so you have to, you know, not destroy the plumbing."

"Can I destroy Jason?"

"No. You need to rest."

"I'm fine."

"Then get out of the water." Piper instructed. Louisa looked at her sidelong, mulling something over.

"No."

"Thought so." Piper smirked. Louisa wriggled in the water, splashing her hands and sinking down to blow bubbles. "How are you feeling?"

"Pissed off."

"You're always pissed off."

"Never at Jay though. I am now." She glared at her cousin. "Dick." She repeated. She splashed in the water again, glaring at it. "Pfft, this is lame."

"We're not putting you in the sea." Jason said, checking his fingers as if the bruise would stain them. "The last thing we need right now is for you to storm after Caligula."

"Fuckin' Booties." She reached up and swatted at Jason again, missing as he leaned back and caught her hand. "What made ya think you could go after him, you shithead?"

"I had to."

"No!"

"Lou-"

"Not talkin' to you."

"Lou-"

"Not listenin'!" She started 'la-la-la'-ing loudly, yanking her hand free from Jason's and covering her ears. He kept trying to get her attention, so she closed her eyes. "I don't talk to cousins who get themselves killed!"

"Well, my cousin likes to get herself killed more than anyone else I know!" Jason countered. She pretended not to hear him, humming a quick, nonsense tune. Jason sighed. His answer was to shove down on her head and push her under the water. She kicked and glowered at him, more offended than drowning. Jason looked as though he were trying to find a way to drown her and, if so, how much reprimand he would suffer if he did. "You shush." He ordered. "You've done nothing but cause me trouble." She gaped at him, smacking his hand away and sitting up.

"Me?" She demanded. "You bastard! You thought you'd take on an emperor today, an emperor!" Piper shushed them quickly, looking to the door and listening for her father. Jason lowered his voice to a hiss.

"You can't say that when you've taken on Titans and gods and literally every form of monster imaginable! Even Gaia! We thought you were dead!"

"I got better!"

"That's not the point!"

"I came back! You wouldn't come back from shish-kebob! You needed me!"

"And I'm grateful, but now you've angered the Fates."

"I literally do nothin' else." Louisa rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, I know." Jason flicked her in the head. Louisa stared at him, incredulous. "I'll tell Reyna what you did."

"She'd be more grateful than you, you asshole."

"What? You running off again? Doing something stupid, again?" Louisa slouched in the water, hunching her shoulders. "Saving me or not, you didn't tell her you were going and now you've got yourself in some new level of trouble-"

"Ah, no. I've definitely pissed the Fates off before."

"You weren't being sarcastic?"

"No."

"Oh gods, should I ask?"

"No. No, that's…" She grimaced. Jason's expression softened, something understanding.

"OK." He said, nodding. He glanced over his shoulder, remembering their audience. "You get some rest, Lou. We'll-" He was interrupted by her laughing, the same cackling laugh she had when she realised Booties was threatening her.

"No way, cuz. We're gettin' your dumbass back to school."

"Lou, this is really unnecessary." Jason pleaded. Louisa ignored him for the millionth time- probably charging up on another tirade of insults- and continued. She had an iron grip on his forearm, dragging him along behind her like a disobedient dog on a leash, marching down the school corridor.

She had called on Storm to bring them here. The pegasus was relieved to see her, but angry that she had run away, snorting and stomping her hooves, headbutting her rider. Jason got a far better reception, nuzzled and huffed at instead. Louisa informed him that Storm had called him a 'dumb-dumb'.

He had noticed Louisa rubbing at her ears. It was a habit he recognised, one she hadn't done for a while. With a bit of pressing, he learned what had happened at Camp Jupiter, what she had done. But he didn't get a chance to scold her. He wasn't allowed, because he had tried to take on 'Fuckin' Booties' without her. Something something, shish-kebob, something something, dickhead, something something, only I can kill you.

Jason wasn't sure how she knew where she was going, in his school, and he wasn't sure how much longer his arm would stay attached. She yanked him along. The door to his Literature class came into view and she beelined for it. "Lou-" There was nothing he could do to stop her; she kicked the door open with a crash that made several boys and the teacher yelp. Jason was hauled in, arm on the verge of leaving its socket.

"Wh-?" The teacher, Mr Ingridin, gaped.

"Can it, Elbow Patch." Louisa snapped, her tone loaded with enough force to shock him into his seat. "Move, nerd." She swiped the books and paper's from Rajah's desk. He scrambled under her glower, scarpering to the back of the room. Louisa kicked his chair out, tugged sharply on Jason's arm and spun him, shoving down on his shoulder so hard, he hurt his tailbone on the seat.

She snatched up the wooden ruler Rajah had left behind, brandishing it less than an inch from her cousin's nose. "You keep your dumb-fuckin'-ass right fuckin' here for the next ten years or I swear to all that is fuckin' holy, you will not be free of me."

"When am I ever free of you?" He retorted. That was a bad move. Her eyes flashed dangerously and she laughed, a sound that froze his spine. She pushed the end of the ruler to his cheek, perhaps contemplating peeling his face off with it.

"If I catch you doin' anymore of this shit-" She circled her hand before him. She did not finish her sentence. Instead, she snapped the ruler in two, stabbing one, broken side down, deep into the desk's surface. The other, she aimed at his throat. "I'll let you decide what part of ya body that is." She flicked the ruler in the desk- it did not move. "Am I understood?"

"Yes."

"Sorry, what?"

"Yes, Lou. I understand."

"Good." For extra measure, she embedded the other half too, a hairsbreadth from his hand. Then she slapped him. "Piss me off again, I fuckin' dare ya." Jason stayed quiet- this had been coming, he knew that much. Didn't stop his face from hurting though.

With one final glare, Louisa took her leave, slamming the door so furiously, the glass shattered.

No-one spoke for a good three minutes. Jason listened for thunder, staring at the two bits of ruler and imagining his spinal column.

Mr. Ingridin finally rose from his seat, trembling and gaunt.

"D-do I n-need-?"

"No security, sir. No police." Jason shook his head. Mr. Ingridin pointed a violently shaking finger at the broken door, mouth framing a question his voice would not sound. "That was my cousin, sir. Louisa. I… I did something a bit stupid and.. she helped me. But now she wants to kill me for said stupid thing."

"Is, um…" Rajah squeaked. "Is she coming back?"

"Probably not for a while. She has some things to sort out."

"Oh. Oh." Rajah gave a nervous laugh. "Do excuse me, I- I have a few things to sort out myself." He hobbled from the room, opening the door gingerly in case it shattered some more. A few others followed suit, leaving with all the grace they could muster after having the living daylights- and perhaps a few other things- scared right out of them.

Jason looked again to the ruler pieces in his new desk. Despite his stinging face and her warning still ringing in his head, he could not help but smile. There was nothing quite like family.

I think it's the next chapter I messed up. I may have a fix for it, but then that means I have to rewrite a section of it so I maaaaay not do that and just fumble through it like normal ^_^