A/N: Was just bored at 2:30am for this one and figured that Jason would be pretty good at batting and pitching considering he can control the air around the ball. What the mortals don't know wont hurt them though :P

Warren

It was definitely a great day to play some baseball, I thought as me and all of my buddies hauled our equipment bags to the baseball diamond beside our school.

Once we'd gotten ready, a small problem was noted.

"Uhh, Martin isn't here" someone pointed out, rather plainly. I sighed in annoyance and looked around for an explanation, but got none.

I then started looking and thinking for a solution. We needed one more person to play a fair game, even though we were only doing a few innings together. I mean, we all still had homework to do and dinner to be home for.

There was practically no one left at the school, but I noticed a tall figure with blonde hair standing near the parking lots with his hands in his pockets, and recognized him as Jason, a guy that was in my English and History classes. "Give me a sec, I got an idea" I muttered, pushing the bat I'd been holding into another of my friend's arms. I jogged across the field to Jason, greeting his curious expression with a timid smile. "Hey, uh, are you busy?" I asked, glancing back at my friends, who were all watching the exchange with amused expressions. Jason shrugged a little, "Waiting for my ride to get here so I can go home, but she said she might be late, why?" I drew in a small breath, "Me and my buddies were going to play a few innings of baseball, but one guy bailed on us, so we need someone to take his place."

Jason glanced at me, and then looked over at the baseball diamond warily, noticing all my friends watching. He then shrugged, "Sure, why not."

I grinned, and my face must've given him a kick, cause he smiled some too. "Awesome! You'll be on my team, with whatever spot you feel best playing." I said, turning and heading back to the diamond with Jason following. I fixed him with a scrutinizing stare, "You have played baseball before, right?" he just chuckled, "Yea, a few times." He responded, sounding a little mysterious, "I can play outfield, I like pitching, but I figure I'll leave that with someone you know better." He grinned a little, as if that wasn't his only reason to turn down pitcher. That just made me want to make him pitch.

I introduced Jason to the guys, some of them knew him from other classes anyways, so it wasn't too bad, and then we flipped a coin to decide who batted first, which ended up being us.

I grinned and sent Jason to bat first. "Might as well test you out right away" I told him, grinning. He rolled his eyes and grabbed a bat, walking to the plate with an eased expression.

One of my better friends in the group, Kyle, slid next to me on our bench, "I'm in his PE class and we did weight training last class man, if he can hit with the power of what he benched this will be interesting."

I snorted a little, "Anyone can lift a bar, it doesn't matter how hard he can swing if he can't hit the ball."

We turned our heads to watch as Jason lifted the bat and readied himself for the first pitch. I wondered if he felt any sort of pressure just from knowing all eyes were on him, the way he carried himself wouldn't suggest he felt nervous about judgement from others, but you could never really tell those things just looking at someone.

The pitch came, and Jason did my team a huge favor by connecting with the ball solidly, and sending it soaring past the outfielders and over the fence around the field. Every single one of us watched it bounce on the pavement on the other side in awe, while Jason calmly ran the bases, grinning widely.

He bounced down on home plate and then came over to the benches, earning half-hearted high fives from my team, as we still weren't sure the quiet kid Jason had gotten a home run on the first pitch his way, and hadn't put it at least fifteen feet past the fence before it hit the ground.

He ignored it all though, and waited for us to come back to our senses and return to the game.

Jason's spectacle didn't end there though, as he continued to show off without trying through the innings we played, even making a diving catch while he was in the outfield that left the guy who'd hit the ball sputtering curses on his way back to the bench.

When we were just getting near the end of our third inning, and we were out on the field, a blue prius pulled into the parking lots. They parked near the field and I made out the passenger and driver; a blonde haired girl and a black haired guy. Neither got out of the car though, another girl got out of the back seat, closing the car door and walking over to the field casually.

She had strangely cut brown hair, with one or two feathers tied on, it looked good on her, I'd admit, though if I saw the same style on any other girl I think I'd wonder what butcher they got their hair cut at. She had a pair of jeans on and a plaid shirt that looked a little big on her sitting loosely over a white tank top. Definitely a looker, and she had almost twenty teenage guys looking at her right now. Her eyes were focused on one thing though, and that happened to be our new resident superman of the baseball diamond, Jason.

He grinned at her and waved, and she rolled her eyes, but smiled a little. "Time to go Sparky" she said, amusedly. I frowned, knowing this was his ride, but there was still something I wanted to see him do.

"Hey Jason" I said before I could stop myself, "How about one pitch before you go, you said you preferred pitching" he grinned a little, as if relishing the chance, and then turned to the girl with a pleading expression, "Yea Pipes, can I throw one pitch? Please?" his childish tone made some of the guys snicker at him, but I figured he was dating this girl, so he probably didn't care if they laughed, he was dating a really hot girl and none of them were.

She glanced back at the car and then shrugged, focusing back on him. "Sure, why not. It'll give Percy and Annabeth more time to smooch in the car, not like we're in a rush" Jason laughed a little, then turned to me, putting out a hand wordlessly.

I got the message and tossed him the baseball.

Jason headed over to the pitcher's mound as the girl who I was assuming from now on was his girlfriend came over and took a seat on one of the benches.

Once the batter was ready, and by ready, I mean ready for a normal pitch from one of us, Jason got ready. I heard the girl laugh as she watched him and then shout "Go for a hard throw, Jason, we're leaving after anyways!"

Jason scoffed, as if he'd already had that in mind, and then threw a fastball that hit dead on with the catcher's glove and made him fall over backwards from the impact, because he definitely hadn't been waiting for that strong a throw. I looked over at the batter, and saw he hadn't even attempted to swing.

So conclusion, Jason was either secretly a major league baseball player, or he worked out or practiced pitching way more than was healthy for any human being.

None of us had a chance to ask, as Jason said goodbye, obviously holding back a smug grin, and walked to the Prius, holding hands with the brown haired girl. They got in the back and the car sped off without a second wasted.