A/N: Hi. I'll just be over here, pretending not to notice your disappointed staaaarrrreee. . . OKAY! I'm sorry, alright! i promise to never leave that much time between updates again! I had writer's block and I still have writer's block, and I was super busy and I'll try harder from now on. Please don't punish me.

So yeah, sorry. i was really busy, and this stupid writers block is infuriating (why does it always turn up when it's Jane's turn to be in the spotlight?) I guess a lot of you have given up on me now, and there's probably only like threee people reading this, but oh well.

This isn't a very good chapter. Super super short, and kinda pointless. I'm sorry okay. Writer's block.

Also, I'm thinking of making a Percabeth story. No demigods, just regular Percy and Annabeth. I'm trying to figure out if I should do one where they meet at summer camp (not CHB) or one where they're famous actors, or something. . .if you have a preference or a suggestion, PLEASE let me know! Love you alll!

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO or Penderwicks. . .

Jane kicked the nearest tree fiercely, surprising herself. Usually, it was Skye's grief and frustration that took that path, not hers. But at the mere thought of Skye, her mouth tasted sour, and she kicked the tree again.

"Stupid sisters," she mumbled, as she plopped to the ground, holding her sneakered toe. "Them with their quests."

She had spent the last half-hour dreaming up a scenario where, at the last second, Annabeth and Chiron changed their minds, and just as Skye, Rosalind and Batty were boarding the Argo II, they called to her over the roaring wind and stabbing rain. Immediately, she raced aboard the ship, bidding a tearful farewell to her sisters, but promising to protect them nevertheless.

This daydream had failed to erase her anger, and only left her more disappointed because it would never happen in a million years. "Why do I always have to be left behind?" Jane thought. It was just like the time their mother had taken Skye and Rosalind to the Science Museum, but left her at home, because they thought she was too young. except this time, she wasn't too young. She just wasn't good enough.

"Hey."

Jane looked up to see Jeffery standing over her, smiling at her sadly.

"Hi," she replied, pulling her knees to her chest and pulling grass up from the ground.

"May I ask how you are?" he asked, sitting down beside her.

"Yes," she grumbled, but she couldn't fight the rush of affection she felt for him at that moment.

'How are you?"

She sighed. There was no way she could keep up the stubborn act any longer. "Oh Jeffery! I'm absolutely horrible!"

He tried to keep his face serious, but a smile found its way to his eyes. "And might this have anything to do with Skye's quest?"

jane frowned at him sideways. "You mean Skye and Rosalind and Batty's quest?" she queried, narrowing her eyes.

He blushed and averted his gaze. "Uh, yeah. That's what I meant."

Jane shook her head. Jeffery was much too obvious about his feelings for Skye, and in the last day or so, he had been even more so. "Well, if you must know. . .yes," she huffed, furrowing her brow and yanking the grass even harder.

"Hey, look on the bright side," Jeffery said, leaning against the tree. "I'm not going either."

That did comfort her a little. But although Jeffery did technically constitute as a candidate for a sibling rival, his exclusion from the quest didn't sooth her as much as one of her sisters' would. She shrugged.

"Well, just make sure not to resent Skye or the others cause of it. It's not their fault."

"What about me is not worthy of a quest!" Jane exclaimed, ignoring his suggestion. "I'm perfectly heroic!"

"You'll get your chance. We both will. They're just better for this job."

Jane couldn't believe the sense of acceptance Jeffery conveyed. He had no problem with being left out, despite the importance of the quest. he was perfectly calm and composed about the situation, save for a hint of concern, which Jane felt too. As unhappy as she was, she still couldn't forget that her sisters would be in danger.

The dinner horn sounded.

"C'mon," Jeffery said, pulling Jane to her feet. Jane left the tree reluctantly, but promised she'd be back to continue her sulking.

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Wow, I just scrolled through this and it's even shorter than I thought. . .sorry again.