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Jason and Hazel

Hazel

Hazel was bored. She was in the forum, chilling with a mug of hot chocolate. Frank was in a meeting with Reyna, no war games were going on, and no monsters of doom were threatening anyone. Just a quiet, chilly day in October. She was about to get up and see what Gwen was up to, or maybe IM Nico, when the stillness was suddenly broken by a male voice shouting "Hazel! Hazel I need your help!"

Hazel's heart jumped up to her throat and her head whipped around behind her only to see an out of breath Jason barreling towards her. She jumped up and her hand crept towards her hip, where she kept her spatha. "What?! What is it Jason?"

When the boy finally reached her, he stopped, hesitated, and then rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Oh, sorry. Not that kind of help. No one's in danger…yet I guess."

Suddenly Jason looked rather silly to Hazel. He was all bundled up with layers of sweaters, a scarf was up to his chin, he was out of breath from running and his cheeks were flushed from the cold. "Well then what is it then? Must be pretty important if you ran all the way here." Hazel sat back down and took her hand from her weapon.

Jason sat down next to her, fidgeting slightly. "Well, you see… I'm building a temple for a minor wind god right now, and apparently opals are his thing. Which I think is weird. Shouldn't a wind god have like some windy thing as his icon? Like wind chimes or something? Opals are nice and all, but they are kinda down to earth you know? But this guy insists on hav-"

"Jason." Hazel interrupted, nudging him slightly.

"Yeah… sorry. I need your help getting some opals. If you don't mind. But you don't have to!" He added on quickly. "I don't want to seem like I'm using you."

"It's fine Jason. I'm not doing anything anyway. Don't worry about it, I'll always help if you need it." She smiled. "But, you know I can't just make opals appear from nowhere… there are no opals around here."

Jason seemed undeterred. "Uh, I know a spot." He stood up and offered his hand. "I'll show you."

Hazel took his hand and he pulled her up. She then followed him down the stone road. Ever since the Giant War, Hazel had noticed that Jason was different. He was more carefree, less stressed, and even cracked a few jokes here and there. She supposed it made sense though. No more stress of a prophesy which stated he might cause the end of the world, no more praetorship, he had a good relationship, good friends, yet still a purpose in life to build shrines to all the gods. Life was good to Jason right now.

Hazel hadn't really known him before the Gaia fiasco started. When Nico brought her to the Legion, she only recognized Jason as the big leader figure alongside Reyna. He had confirmed her admission into the Legion, and the next day, he was gone. Snatched by Hera as a pawn in her game. The whole Legion mourned, but Hazel, as a newbie, was not emotionally attached.

However, as she, Jason and the rest of the Seven fought together, laughed together and cried together during the course of the war, Hazel realized why the Legion had mourned so greatly. Sure, she and Jason hadn't talked one on one that much, and she was a bit wary of the intense, military driven son of Jupiter. He was different from Percy, who was laid back and a go with the flow (pardon the pun) kind of guy. Jason was defined by what you would think of when you heard the term "Big Three". However, in that moment up on the cliff, when she saw Jason being kicked into the jaws of a giant turtle by Percy's brother in her illusion, she realized how much the demigod meant to her. He had his flaws, just like everyone, but above all he was a great leader, caring, compassionate and determined. Hazel was glad Jason was on her side.

Jason led her to a small path in the woods by the Little Tiber and pointed to a small clearing. "Right there. If I remember correctly, there should be a huge crate of opals buried under that rock."

He was right. Hazel could feel the smooth precious stones under the ground, buzzing, almost pleading to be brought to the surface. She looked up at him incredulously. "How in the world do you know about this?"

His cheeks grew even redder. "I...uh… funny story. I was about 10, and Dakota and I thought it would be hilarious to hide the opal supply from David, one of the Praetors at the time. I have no idea why we thought of opals, of all things, but we dragged them all the way here and buried them. You should have seen David's face when he discovered they were gone! He thought Stacy, a daughter of Apollo, took them to make one of her crazy sun catcher creations. I'll have to ask Dakota if he ever found out it was us… Anyway, I guess we either forgot they were here, or were too lazy to get them back."

Hazel giggled. "You two probably forgot and were too lazy to remember. I'll try to get them up for you." The picture of a little Jason along with a little Dakota running around with a bunch of gems was seared in Hazel's brain, making her grin. Who knew Jason had a mischievous side? She grit her teeth and focused on the opals coming to the surface…

0-0-0

Jason

Jason watched as Hazel closed her eyes, and then smiled as he noticed her nose scrunch up, as it always did when she concentrated. He rubbed his hands together, attempting to warm them enough to have some feeling in his fingers. How the Hades was Hazel not frozen? She only wore an overcoat and a purple beanie for warmth. Oh right. Hazel grew up in Alaska. She probably thought this was warm. It was cold (to him), but this was only California cold. Jason had this sporadic urge to grab her miraculously still steaming cocoa mug to warm his hands when unexpectedly, this kid comes running from the woods as fast as his little legs can carry him, yelling at the top of his lungs.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH! HEEEELLLPPPP!"

Jason immediately reached for his coin in his pocket, and Hazel gives a small gasp and grabs her spatha. Instincts kick in, and he finds himself sprinting in the direction the boy came from, with Hazel close behind. As the path wasn't far from the border of the Legion, they soon found themselves approaching the border wall, where they saw a small pack of hellhounds coming through a hole in the aging stone. There were about 5 or 6 huge beasts, and Jason didn't blame the kid, who was most likely on border patrol, for running. His first thought was to blast them with lightning, so he raised his sword and prepared to summon a bolt. Then he felt a small, timid hand on his arm. "Don't!" Hazel spoke quietly, as so not to draw attention to them yet. "Lightning will start a fire." Oh right. The ground was covered in dry grass and leaves.

"Alright then, old-fashioned way it is then." And then they both leaped out with swords drawn and started attacking.

Jason jumped forward and started hacking at the first hellhound. He slashed, stabbed, rolled under swinging claws and tried to avoid being bitten by teeth as big as his arm. He glanced back to check on the younger demigod, and was pleased to see that she was holding her own. So many young demigods were being brought to the Legion every week before he was kidnapped by Hera, that he didn't remember Hazel much before the war. All he remembered was a timid, young frightened girl being escorted by the mysterious Ambassador of Pluto. And then Jason knew Hazel as the quiet, calm one on the Argo II. She was the innocent cousin who could be trusted to hold your secrets and provide comfort when asked. But Hazel was also tough. She withstood all the shenanigans of Percy and Leo on the Argo, and always gave monsters a hard time in a fight. Jason remembered the moment when he wholeheartedly trusted the girl to save his life up on that cliff, and she didn't let him down.

As Jason ducked under a tail, he saw that her fighting style had improved. Hazel was never the best at swordsmanship, except on Arion when her spatha became an extension of her arm and was just the right length. But now as he kept glancing over his shoulder, he noticed that Hazel wasn't just using her sword, she was also using her brain. A hellhound would pounce on thin air for seemingly no reason, while the daughter of Pluto would get behind and slash at the monster. The dog would then whirl around, and then go after an invisible foe and Hazel ran around behind again. Jason grew a wry grin on his face when he realized that she was using the Mist to confuse the hellhound. That girl was tricky. Pretty soon, all that was left were piles of golden dust, which blew away in the cold wind.

Wide eyed and breathing heavily, Jason heard Hazel sigh in relief. She never liked fighting, Jason remembered. "Whew! That was exciting!" He joked.

Hazel laughed lightly. "Yeah," She leaned on her spatha. "Maybe I should tell Frank and Reyna to repair these walls once in a while." She gave a small smile and plopped on the ground, making the dry leaves crunch.

I was about to sit down myself and rest a bit when I felt warm air blast my face. Gods that wind god is impatient. And persistent. "So… about those opals…"

Author's Note:

There you have it! Hopefully it's not too OOC!

Let me know what you think! What characters should I do next? It doesn't have to be the Seven, it can be any background character as well

~Ellie