(A/N) Sorry about the long update; I had to finish a PJO/Hunger Games crossover called Fallen. There was also the fact that I had to decipher the rest of the plot and have a vague idea of what was going to happen at the end.

Disclaimer: I do not own PJO

Jason POV

I woke up amidst a tangle of bed sheets and managed to wriggle my way out. I was probably thrashing and screaming in my sleep…again. Thunder rumbled overhead.

"Oh shut up." I growled at it and covered my head with my pillow. "I don't feel like getting up." But I did anyway. My bare feet touched the floor and a cold shiver went up my spine. The marble basically froze during the night and it wasn't pleasant to sock-less skin. I shivered in my lightning-bolt-patterned boxers. Somehow even if it was a bazillion degrees outside Cabin One always was twenty below zero. My breath came out in a puff of steam and I pretended that I was a dragon breathing smoke (Come on now, you know you've done it at one point or another.)

I slipped my boxers off and threw on a Camp Half-Blood T-shirt and some jeans, along with my favorite purple socks. I had no idea why I liked them so much, but it just felt right wearing them. Was it because purple was my all-time favorite color, just like how Percy's favorite color was blue? Okay, I lied. I liked purple a lot, but it was nothing compared to Percy's obsession with blue.

I was ready to walk out when I saw one of my eye patches on the floor. I was the baby blue one with silver studs, but it wasn't my favorite. I picked it up and tossed it into the drawer with my three other eye patches. I sifted through them and frowned. None of them were that great. I didn't have one with a skull and crossbones or anything cool like that. I had the baby blue one, a plain black one, a pink one (which used to be white but it accidentally got washed with the Aphrodite kids' clothes and ultimately turned pink), and a purple one. I picked up the purple one and dangled it in front of my face. It didn't really match my outfit, but I put it on anyway.

I slipped out of the door and plodded to the dining pavilion, which was already packed. Of course, my table was clear and neat and I sat down. I drummed my fingers on the table while I waited to be served. The nymphs placed a plate heaped with waffles in front of me. I gulped and gave them a look like: Are you kidding me?

"I only want one, please." I told them politely, trying to fight the anger out of my voice. They merely rolled their eyes and walked off to serve other campers. Great; now the nymphs have begun to participate in the let's-stuff-Jason-like-a-turkey-until-he-throws-up game. I groaned and frowned at the five waffles that oozed with syrup. They looked delicious, but I could never eat all of them. I produced ten drachmas from my pocket and turned to see if Percy would eat one of them, but to my surprise the Poseidon table was empty. What had happened?

Other's seemed to be noticing Percy's absence as well. Annabeth came over and quirked an eyebrow. "Do you know where he is?" she asked, but there was a sort of undertone to it that said: If you put a finger on my boyfriend I will gauge out your other eye. I shook my head vigorously and Annabeth's steely grey eyes bore into me for a moment, as if calculating whether I was lying or not. Finally, she walked off to campers at the other tables to ask if they'd seen Percy around.

I managed stomach one of my waffles and I leaned back, feeling quite satisfied. I got up to leave when I saw everyone staring at me. Clarisse cleared her throat and pointed at the leftover waffles.

"I'm full." I groaned. The daughter of Ares raised her eyebrows and cracked her knuckles, so I sighed and sat back down again. The commotion of the dining pavilion resumed once more. Nico, who had been chatting with Chiron, walked over and sat next to me.

"Need any help?" He asked, giving a pointed look at the waffles, and I nodded. He plucked one of them off of my stack and snapped it up in two quick bites. "That's all the free-bees I'm giving you. You have to eat the rest."

"But I gained three pounds last week. Give me a break." I complained.

"Compared to the measly ninety-three pounds you weighed right after you woke up? For a guy your size that is completely unhealthy. I'm two years younger than you and even I weigh more than ninety-three pounds." The son of Hades scoffed.

"How could I possibly have weighed ninety-three pounds?" I countered and slammed my fist on the table. Nico looked at me with a glimmer of amusement in his eyes.

"It was just a guess, but seriously dude; you were basically a thin layer of skin pulled over a skeleton. You looked like crap." He snorted and gestured to the waffles. "Now eat." By the look on his face I knew he would either let me eat on my own or force it down my throat if it killed me. I managed to force another waffle down. It sat like a lead ball in my stomach and I could feel my stomach acid bubbling and growling in protest as extra and unneeded food was added. I looked up and Nico looked at me expectantly. "Now eat the next one." He growled.

"Thanks for your words of encouragement." I growled and crossed my arms angrily. I refused to get pushed around like this. This was the time I put my foot down.

"You're as stubborn as a mule, you know that right?" Nico asked and I shot him a withering look, which only made him chuckle. "Eat that or I'm telling Chiron that you're starving yourself." I threw my hands up in the air in exasperation.

"I am not starving myself!" I bellowed, a little louder than I intended. Everyone turned to look at me and a bead of sweat trickled down my forehead, but I continued, "I AM FULL! YOU HEAR ME? FULL. I DO NOT WANT TO FORCE DOWN ANY OTHER FOOD, NO MATTER HOW GOOD IT IS. THIS IS GETTING RIDICULOUS; I'M NOT A BABY SO STOP TRYING TO LOOK AT ME AS IF THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG, LIKE I'M TOO WEAK. IF YOU LOOK AT ME LIKE I'M INJURED, THEN YOU'LL TREAT ME LIKE I'M INJURED. STOP THIS NOW." There was silence and the shock on everyone's face was eminent. Before anyone could say a word I stormed off to the bushes on the side of the pavilion and unceremoniously threw up my breakfast in front of everyone.

"See, look what you've done. Now he's Bulimic." I heard Drew Tanaka scoff. Nobody laughed. I whirled around to face the smug-looking daughter of Aphrodite.

"I AM NOT BULIMIC!" I shouted and sprinted out of the pavilion. I ran to the beach as fast as my legs could, tears streaming down my face. It was the only place I could get away from everything; from the campers, from Chiron and Mr. D, and especially from the disappointed looks that everyone would be giving me. They'd think that I was a lost cause because I was bulimic, which I wasn't. I didn't want to throw up my food after every meal in order to stay thin like other people with the disorder did. I wanted to eat, I really did, but if everyone kept forcing the food down my throat and then expecting me to eat more, then I'd be forced to throw it all up. What was wrong with them?

The beach air battered my face and hair, making the hairs on my arms stand up. Despite the chilly breeze I was glad that I was alone. I had solitude at last. I collapsed into the sand and curled up, crying silently. The waves lapping at the shore comforted me a little bit and the warmness of the early morning sun heating the sand seeped into my bones. I hated myself more than I cared to admit. I hated how I had to be weak; how I had to be infected with a horrible disease. Why did I have to be the one to get infected? Why me? Why not some other son of Jupiter or Zeus?

Nobody would understand. Thalia, maybe, but she was off with the Hunters. She had new, cooler, stronger, immortal girl siblings. She didn't have time for her stupid younger brother. I lay there, listening to the lapping of the waves to calm myself down, when a twig snapped behind me. I leapt to my feet only to come face-to-face with Percy. I sighed with relief.

"Oh, it's just you. I thought you were Chiron coming to chew me out about throwing up my food or something. You would've thought it was funny, but you had to be there. Speaking of which, why weren't you there?" I asked, the relief evident in my voice as I turned to face the son of Poseidon, who was shrouded in the shade of the trees. That was a little strange.

Percy said nothing. His eyes were covered by thick sunglasses despite the fact that he was in the shadows. "Hello? Percy? Anyone home?" I joked and began to walk over to him, but he made a low growling sound in his throat and retreated into the shadows. I stopped in my tracks.

Was this some sort of joke? Percy was very strange and he did pull some of the weirdest pranks. Once he purchased a jumbo-sized back of skittles and began throwing them at the Iris campers whilst screaming, "TASTE THE RAINBOW!" Did I mention that he was also dressed in a Rainbow Dash costume? Then there was that other time he got turned into a rat because he was teasing the Hecate campers while he was in a Harry Potter costume. "Avada kedavra!" He would shout at the top of his lungs and bop them on the head with his makeshift wand. "THAT'S NOT EVEN A REAL SPELL!" the Hecate campers replied and then…yeah you get the point.

But something told me that this wasn't one of Percy's pranks. When he was pulling a joke, he usually couldn't contain his laughter, let alone maintain a straight face. The Percy that I'd just run into was poker-faced and dressed in all black, which was very un-Percy-like. It looks like I'll have to investigate. I will crack this case and I'll show everyone that I'm not as helpless as I look. And with that in mind I ran the way the son of Poseidon had disappeared.