Finally. The moment we've been waiting for the last eight months. Landing in Camp Jupiter. Everyone was running around the ship like a crazy person, and it looked like Annabeth had brushed her hair. I guess miracles do happen. We were about 15 minutes away from touch down in something called The Field of Mars. Clarisse would be psyched that her dad's Roman counter-part had an entire field named after him! I joined Annabeth on the starboard edge of the deck. She had her arms crossed over the railing with her chin resting on them, and she stared out wistfully into the distance. That's when it really hit me for the first time: Annabeth was young. Only about a year older than me. It seemed like an alien idea, because she always acted so mature and in control. But right now, staring out into the smog of San Francisco, she looked like an 8 year old in need of a hug. I leaned down on my elbows next to her. We stayed in that position for about 30 seconds, wallowing in what some idiots call companionable silence before I snapped.

"So what's up?" I asked Annabeth. She looked slightly annoyed at me breaking her train of thought, and got a little crease between her eyebrows. To my great surprise, she answered my question.

"Thinking about home. My dad's house is right around here. It's just that, during Christmas, when I was visiting my family, Percy was right there. Not ten minutes away. I was so close!" Annabeth pounded a fist on the wooden railing, and sounded a bit guilty as well as angry. Great. I get to play therapist to her for the second time today.

"How could you have known about the Roman Camp being in San Fran? Jason didn't remember the location till the beginning of January. The Mist was probably making you not see it. Besides, Percy might not have even gotten there yet," she licked her lips and nodded her head a little. "Now cough up." I held out my hand to her in a gimme motion. Annabeth looked at me like I was insane.

"What the Hades are you talking about?" She scooted away a bit.

"I'm talking about the fact that I had to play therapist to you twice today, and to Piper yesterday. I decided to start charging for my services. One drachma per comforting situation. Pay up," I made the hand motion again. Annabeth cracked up. Like, really cracked up. She was bent over double, one hand on her stomach for support, and stayed that way for a good twenty seconds. She finally started wheezing for air.

"That is so something Percy would do. You guys'll get along great. You're both total idiots!" Annabeth's face was split into a jaw-numbing smile, and she was still giggling a bit. I was honored by the comparison, but slightly insulted.

"Well," I huffed, pushing myself back, "I'll let you off this one time. But don't come crying to me again unless you got cash. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to build myself a pleather couch." And I mock- stalked back to the engine room, Annabeth's peals of laughter following me seeming like a good omen.

OooooOooooO

"Yes! Success! Ownage people! That right there is a perfect landing! Be jealous!" I shouted in pure happiness, then put my hands in the air and danced around in circles.

"It was very nice Leo. But calm the Hades down!" Piper grabbed hold of my shoulders and shook me. A sheepish grin spread across my face.

"Sorry. Got a little caught up in the moment. But it's not every day you land a freaking gigantic warship perfectly!" I punched the air one last time. Piper, Annabeth and Jason all rolled their eyes.

"Come on, Flameboy. Time to meet the Romans," Jason made a face at me, but I could tell he was trying not to smile.

"Watch yourself, Sparky," I pointed a finger and narrowed my eyes at him. Then I walked over to the port side and flipped open a black plastic case. I pushed the red button inside, and wooden stairs slid from the side of the ship, going all the way down. The other three were looking at me apprehensively. It was a long way to slip and fall, I guess. And it looked like the Roman's had weapons out, which would not make for a soft landing.

"Fine," I sighed. "I'll go first." I vaulted over the railing and scrambled down the steps, trying not to look at the crowd of people watching me. I dropped to my feet, straightened my shirt, and tried to look cool in front of hundreds of not-so-friendly looking Romans. They were all dressed in armor, except for two figures about my age standing at the front of the crowd. One was a boy, one was a girl, and they both had dark hair and were wearing purple togas. That must mean they're praetors. The boy had his arms slung around a pretty African American girl and a rather stocky Chinese boy. Piper followed my descent, then Annabeth, then Jason. At the sight of the golden haired boy landing on the ground and facing the mob, an audible gasp went through them. The weapons were lowered. The girl in the toga called out,

"Approach, friends of Rome." Nervously, we started walking forward in a straight line across. When we were about fifty feet away, Annabeth's eyes focused in on the boy and her face crumpled for a moment before becoming a mask of indifference. Wow, so Percy was a praetor. While the girl praetor, who must be the Reyna Jason told us about, was standing military straight and her braid had not one stray hair, Percy slipped his arms from around his two friends. He was shifting nervously side to side. Still approaching, I saw him give a questioning glance to Reyna. Annabeth shook slightly next to me. Reyna answered his glance with a slight nod and roll to her eyes. Suddenly, he took off. Percy was sprinting full speed towards us, toga billowing behind him.

"Annabeth!" He shouted with absolute ecstasy in his voice. I was right, he remembered her. Percy hurtled into Annabeth, picked her up, and spun her in about five circles. There were titters among the Romans. When he finally set her down, Annabeth kept her arms around him and looked up at his face with tears in her eyes.

"Do you remember?" Her voice was quivering. I have never seen Ms. Organized so frightened.

"I never forgot," Percy smile threatened to split his face in half. Annabeth, who was normally the most composed of us all, threw her arms around his neck and started kissing him. I was surprised that she could show so much passion. After a few seconds, I wolf- whistled and they broke apart.

"That's not as bad as what Clarisse did last time," Percy looked at me, his eyes sparkling. "She got the camp to throw us in the lake." He didn't seem too upset about it. I grinned back and looked away. I noticed that his two friends and Reyna had reached us. Reyna tilted her head to the side, and I realized she was gorgeous. In an untouchable, cold way. She was just my type. Then she just had to ruin the effect. She was staring at the person to my left. A person who just happened to have his hand clutched inside Piper's. Reyna opened her mouth, and said a single word.

"Jason?"

A/N: word count: 1267 Wow, a lot of you want therapy with Leo! I don't blame you though, he is pretty awesome. Did you like the reunion? It will be finished in the next chapter. Don't worry; Leo and Reyna won't date in this story. (Though they are an awesome couple.) It's just that Reyna is the type of girl Leo falls for, so he had to have some reaction to her looks. Virtual cookies to those who review!