Hey, guys! It's been, like, forever since I updated this story, but I was really lacking the inspiration for it. I loved the whole idea, but I was a little bit stuck on how to get it out. But! I've finally managed to do it! So here's another one-shot!

The ship: Jasiper

This was requested (kinda) by SilverHuntresses, so I hope you enjoy it!

Prompt: You're part of the guerrilla theatre club on campus and crashed my class for a performance

"I honestly didn't think you'd be that into acting."

Piper looked up from where she was stretching on the floor to see Annabeth leaning on the mirrors by the area she was stretching in, watching her with a smirk on her face.

Granted, when she decided to attend the University of New Rome (without telling Jason, mind you), she hadn't expected to join any drama clubs. After all, she didn't really want to follow her dad into acting, and she wasn't quite sure that acting was for her anyway, but this… this was fun.

After all, Piper was a girl who did politics. Piper was so into politics, even though she was doing it alongside Literature, that she could take it any and every day of the week, and guerrilla theatre was something she could finally be passionate about. She could convey how she felt about any and every political issue.

And today's issue? The differences in godly heritage.

And since it wasn't her politics class that was on right then, they were going into Jason's politics class.

The best way to tell your boyfriend that you were attending classes there.

"Shouldn't you be at debating club right now?" Piper asked as she pulled herself to her feet, turning to face the mirror so that she could do her facial stretches.

"Shouldn't you have told Jason you're in your second year of classes here?" Annabeth shot back with a smirk, folding her arms.

Piper scowled at that. Annabeth had a point – she really should have told him that Reyna got her to be allowed to start classes here the year before, especially since Jason thought she was spending some time doing an internship and living with her dad, but she stayed in a different building, and she loved this place. It was like her home. And she had friends here.

Like the friends who shared classes with Jason, and so would be in there doing the sketch whilst the rest of the class had no idea what was happening until the last minute.

(The professor knew they would be doing a sketch in there – it was no biggie, really.)

This was going to be great.

The scowl melted off Piper's face as she thought about it, transforming into a smirk. "Imagine the look on Jason's face when he realises it's me," she told Annabeth with a grin, turning to look at the blonde.

"Imagine how upset he'll be if he finds out he's been studying here and you've been here and you haven't even told him the truth," Annabeth countered.

"Ever the optimist, aren't you, Chase?"

"Well, I do try."

"How about you quit bugging me and go back to your debating club? I'm sure there are some facts there you need to correct."

Annabeth scoffed and rolled her eyes at Piper, before picking up her satchel and slinging it over her shoulder. Granted, she knew that Piper wasn't trying to be harsh to her or anything, but sometimes it could come across like that. "Alright, alright, beauty queen. I'll catch you later, okay?"

"Meet you at the cafe for lunch?" Piper asked with a hopeful smile.

"You know it." Annabeth sent her a grin before leaving the room, heading for her club.

As soon as Annabeth had left, Piper went back to stretching, raising her hands up above her head and pushing upwards before leaning back slowly, taking a deep breath in. Different thoughts were fluttering through her mind at that moment, such as how Jason would react to her presence and maybe just what she should wear as part of her outfit for the thing, and she almost missed her name being called from the door.

"McLean!"

Piper looked over to whoever was calling her name and smiled when she spotted one of her friends, a blonde named Elle from the drama club, waving over at her. The brunette waved back, before heading over to her.

"You ready to go?" Elle asked, folding her arms as she watched Piper stretching her arms as she walked over.

"As I'll ever be," Piper replied with a grin.

"All prepped to show your boyfriend where you've really been for the past year?"

Piper gave her a look. "Does everyone need to nag me about this?" she demanded with a huff. "So I haven't told him about me attending here yet – big deal."

"You might not think it's a big deal, but just wait until he finds out," Elle countered, before turning to head towards the door. "Now, come on – we need to go and get ready for this thing. That class starts in a couple of minutes."

"Coming…" Piper mumbled, before following the other female out of the room.

Jason sighed as he headed down the corridor to his class, his sneakers squeaking against the oak floors as he made his way through the building. He was tired – he knew that living with Percy and Dakota would be crazy, since (despite the fact that they both had girlfriends) they were really outgoing and excitable guys, but he hadn't expected late nights watching Disney movies with piles of popcorn, chocolate and coffee (a dangerous substance for demigods, Jason quickly realised) instead of studying. Yet, that was what he got – and that was what he was suffering from now.

As he reached the door to the lecture theatre, his hand bumped into that of another person, and he glanced up to spot a blonde reaching for the door handle just as he was. He quickly brought his hand back, his cheeks turning a faint pink.

"Uh… sorry…" he apologised lamely, causing the blonde to chuckle.

"It's alright," she replied with a smile, and Jason took that brief reply time to quickly analyse her. About average height, long blonde hair held back in a French braid, with blue eyes and freckles dusting her cheeks (he wasn't staring… he just happened to notice). If anything, Jason thought she reminded him of an oh-so-familiar demigod who was dating a good friend of his.

His thought was confirmed when she reached out a hand for him to shake. "Elle Tanner, daughter of Apollo."

Jason took the hand and shook it, smiling at her. "Jason Grace, son of Zeus… I mean, Jupiter."

"Ah, so you're the saving Grace people talk about?"

"The one and only."

The female laughed lightly, and Jason knew that if he wasn't taken by the one and only daughter of Tristan McLean, he'd have fallen for that light laugh as well. She could've passed off for a daughter of Aphrodite, and Jason was sure of it.

"So, I'm guessing you've got a class now?"

Jason was snapped out of his thoughts by her question quickly enough to respond with a nod and a smile. "Right in here. Politics class."

"You're a freshman?"

"Yup."

The female's lips quirked up into a small smirk. "And here's me thinking that the great Jason Grace would've been here for longer than that."

Jason snorted as he placed his hand on the door handle and pushed the door open, standing aside for the female to walk into the lecture theatre. "I would've, but you know the gods – they always have plans that are seemingly more important than anyone else's."

"When they just end up screwing things up?" Elle questioned jokingly as she walked in.

"Why, of course."

"I never thought I'd hear a Roman speak like that about the gods."

"You live around the Greeks long enough and you pick it up." The blonde simply grinned as he moved to take a seat nearer to the middle of the lecture theatre they walked into, not really taking much notice of the people in front of or behind him. Or, at least, he tried not to. A lot of people he recognised from back in the legion, but if people started recognising him as an ex-praetor, he wouldn't get any peace at all. Elle took a seat just behind him.

"I like you, but not enough to sacrifice a quick get-away."

He snorted. "Thanks."

It was at that moment that the room, previously filled with chatter, went silent, only to then be filled with near silent whispers and hisses. Jason frowned as he looked around the room, wondering why exactly everything had gone so quiet.

Until he saw it. Or rather, her.

Two rows from the front of the lecture theatre, a girl sat. He couldn't see much considering her back was turned, but her dark, curled hair didn't completely cover up what was stuck pretty firmly between her shoulder blades.

Aphrodite.

A good couple of seats away from her, maybe a row or two behind, sat another student with something stuck to their back; this one was male and had Ceres on his back. Looking around the room, Jason spotted that there were various students with the names of gods stuck to their backs: Mars, Apollo, Mercury, Nemesis… Jason was pretty sure he spotted almost every god who could have kids in there, except for the Big Three, of course. After all, there weren't that many children of the Big Three – only four – and only two of them attended university.

He almost jumped when he felt a tap on his shoulder and turned to see Elle smiling at him.

"Hey, just warning you that I'm heading down to say 'hi' to someone, so I won't be gracing you with my wonderful presence for a little while." She patted the rucksack on the table. "I'm leaving my stuff here, so I'll be back."

He nodded, calming his rapidly beating heart, before he noticed her back as she headed down to somewhere near the front of the theatre.

Apollo.

Was this some sort of cult meeting he'd accidentally walked into?!

Just as he was about to get up and leave, though, he heard a commotion coming from nearer to the front of the room and paused, looking up from where he had been packing his books.

"A child of Aphrodite? Doing politics?!"

"You must be mad."

Jason's brow furrowed deeply. A son of Mars and a son of Apollo (which he guessed from the signs on their backs) seemed to be rounding on the daughter of Aphrodite he'd seen sitting down before practically sneering down at her. She seemed to be paying them no mind until the child of Mars pushed her books off her desk.

"Hey!"

"Did you not hear what I just said?"

"Does my heritage matter?"

Another book was swept off her desk, this one by the son of Apollo. "Does a daughter of a manipulative goddess who uses her looks for her own gain deserve to take this class? Go back to beauty school or something."

"I deserve to be in this class just as much as you, sunshine. Unless you were planning to go and sunbathe on the beach after this?"

There was a collective hiss around the room as the son of Apollo narrowed his eyes at her, about to say something when Elle stepped in, holding her hands up to stop him.

"Hey, hey, we don't need to start anything in here before class starts," she warned, glancing between the two offending males.

"Class won't start until that little princess heads back to her rightful place," the son of Mars sneered, and everything exploded at once. Students from all over the room, all with names of godly parents stuck to their backs, honed in on the developing situation; some of whom Jason hadn't even seen were in the room. From what it looked like, it was girls against guys, with the guys mostly being what seemed to be children of Mars, Apollo, and a couple of Bellona kids too.

And then, just like that, everything froze.

Literally.

Jason was so confused that he didn't notice a speaker step up onto one of the desks until their voice was heard loudly around the theatre, and pretty much everyone who wasn't involved in what was going on was watching.

"Is this what we've come to? Judging each other based on our heritage and not who we are as demigods and what we can do? Are we not separate entities from our parents; can we not make decisions for ourselves?" They began to walk slowly across the desks, all the while keeping their eyes on the audience. "Do we judge all mortals based on what they have or have not done? No? Then why do we do so with demigods? Why does the ability of a demigod to do a subject depend on their heritage? Why do the strengths of a demigod depend solely on who their mother or father is?" They stopped when they reached a desk right in the middle of the room, somewhere everyone could see them. "After all, we are all individual beings, aren't we? We are not just our parents' children, and we want to be recognised as more than just offspring. We are our own people, and we all have the ability to become great people! We are individuals, who got here on our own strengths, who have made it this far on our own, and being classed according to what our parents have done is not fair at all! We just want to be who we are!"

The scene began moving again, and the son of Mars was advancing on the daughter of Aphrodite he'd picked on in the first place. The shove he gave her sent the girl stumbling and Jason was tempted to shoot out of his seat and go to her aid, but this wasn't any normal fight. At least, not from what he'd seen in the past few minutes.

He just didn't expect the girl to bounce back so quickly, and with a dagger no less…

Wait a second, Jason recognised that dagger. It was almost impossible for him not to. After all, he'd travelled for months with the person who owned said dagger.

That meant…

That's when kaleidoscopic eyes landed on him, and he just about managed to pick his jaw up from the floor. Because he'd recognise those eyes anywhere. Changing from a serious brown to a much happier blue, they focused back on the guy in front of her again, the bronze blade mere inches from the other guy's face.

"Just because I'm a child of beauty doesn't mean I can't kick your butt into the ground."

The son of Mars stared at her for a second in shock, before sneering. "I'd like to see you—" He was cut off when the blade nicked his cheek, a small trail of blood beginning to make its way down to his chin.

"Don't tempt me."

"Alright, class!"

It took less than a second for all of those who'd been part of whatever had happened to scramble away, some racing out through the entrance to the lecture theatre whilst others took various seats around the hall, acting as if nothing had happened. Their lecturer didn't even look phased as he took his place at the podium, setting up his papers and such. Though when he did look up, it was to meet the confused expressions of his students.

"What?"

"So you study here, then?"

Piper looked up from her spot on the ground to see a very familiar blonde approaching, a pile of notebooks and textbooks in his arms and a rucksack hung over one shoulder, his scarred lip quirked up into a slight smile. In fact, only his eyes gave away his confusion.

She sighed, glancing down at the textbook in her hands before back up at him. "Only… only since last year." Before he could speak, she put her hand up to stop him, getting to her feet. "And before you ask why I didn't tell you, Jason: what would you have done if I told you that I was coming here to study politics and literature?"

He opened his mouth to speak, then closed it, his lips pursed firmly into a thin line. He knew exactly what he would've done. He would've taken it as an opportunity to take a break, maybe stop working on the temples for a good while, and try to settle down with Piper without the gods' permissions. He would've seen her often, yes, but he'd be in and out so often that any promises of staying around and helping her would've been for nothing. And he'd have been too tempted by the opportunity to live like a normal demigod.

In other words…

"Probably risked getting fried alive by my own father for causing discord amongst the minor gods and ended up hated and replaced for a job that I started," he muttered. "Probably wouldn't have even made it here…"

"And you wouldn't be rooming with people who are actually your friends," she added, "because as much as I love you, we both need our space sometimes, right?"

He let out a snort, glancing down at his feet before back up at her. It wouldn't take a genius to realise he was still a fair bit hurt by the fact that she hadn't told him anything, but he partly understood. He was making new friends, getting to know old ones… old ones who'd known that Piper was here. Oh, he was going to kill Percy later…

He didn't realise she had stepped closer until he felt her hand on his arm, and he looked up at her sharply.

"How about we go get lunch, huh, Superman?" she asked. "I'm meant to meet Annabeth, but I'm sure she won't mind me making an exception for you. After all," she smirked at him, "you're cuter."

He simply raised an eyebrow at her. "Is that your way of trying to soften me up?"

"Is it working?"

He rolled his eyes at her as he chuckled, slipping an arm around her waist as the moved to head out of the building. "I guess it is."

So, I hope you enjoyed it! I'm really sorry if it wasn't what you guys were expecting... but please tell me in a review! And send in more prompts!