Daughter of Hera

A/N: All right, so I didn't get the response I wanted for the last chapter (4 reviews!), but I decided to update anyway! Since this is the last chapter, I would like to appeal to you all to review so that we can touch 100 reviews. It would mean a lot to me please! The hundredth reviewer also gets a sneak-peek of the new story I'm planning, which may or may not have Jayda, so let me know who that is! If you are a member, I'll PM it to you, else if you want, you can supply me your email address and I can mail it, I have no problem.

Disclaimer: I don't PJO, unfortunately. Else, heehheehhee…

Jayda sighed in contentment as the hot water coursed down her body, alleviating the stress of the last few days. Her hands massaged lemon shampoo through her hair, making her tingle with pleasure. Her thoughts wandered back to when she'd been found. To her delight, she was back at Camp Half-Blood. Chiron had explained how a quest to the Arctic had resulted in her body being recovered, everything perfectly preserved. The demigods had been terrified and had flown back to Camp. They'd treated her with ambrosia and nectar for days, reserving the best Apollo healers for her.

He explained the mourning which had taken place in Camp and the celebration when she'd been found. She recounted how she'd been taken to Olympus after that and the surprise bestowed on her. She was told about how the Giant War had been won by the Gods, how she'd played an integral part in that by defeating Porphyrion. And because of that, she'd been granted immortality along with the other heroes of the war. It had come as a shock but then she'd been offered a position as a camp counselor, and Hera's lieutenant when she got tired of that.

Then she'd come back and realized just how empty her life really was.

She sighed and stepped out of the shower, drying herself with a towel, rubbing some moisturizer and pulling on shorts and a Camp shirt.

She was lying on her bed and playing with Kyra when a knock sounded on the door. She smiled one of her rare smiles since Jeff's death; only one person made her smile like that. She got up and opened the door, leaning in for a hug. He'd been her friend when no one was around and she knew she shared a special connection with him. They'd both lost their loves in the war and grieved for them.

So, he'd been keeping her company, going on long walks together and sparring occasionally. She even taught him archery.

They walked down to the beach in silence, just enjoying each other's company. When they reached a dip in the sand, they plopped down on it, Jayda's head resting on his shoulder. She yawned. He laughed and pulled her cheeks. "Yawn much Jay?" She gave him a mock-annoyed glare and he held up his arms in surrender, making her laugh. She studied his face. Everything about him was perfect: his sea-green eyes, his black untamed hair, his tanned skin and the way he could make her smile with a glance.

He smiled wider and leaned in. "Jay, there's something I want to tell you."

"Go on."

"Should I say it?"

"Yeah, say it."

"Should I say it?"

"Say it."

"Should I say it?"

"YES!"

"Well, you're wearing mismatched shoes." Her face fell. She had thought he'd say something totally different, something more romantic. He noticed that and hastily backtracked. "Jay, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that! Actually, what I wanted to- what I wanted to tell- the thing is-" He threw up his hands in frustration and did something totally unexpected. He kissed her.

She was shocked for a second and then it sunk in. The feeling of having him in her arms again, the remembrance of his lips on hers, his warm breath tickling her face… even if it was all a dream before. It had felt so real and now she was actually experiencing it! She knew how much she liked him, even as Jeff would stay in her heart forever. Always there.

He pulled away and looked down into her emerald eyes. Her face looked so beautiful in the rays of the setting sun, her skin like glowing gold and lips ruby red. She noted how she fitted perfectly into his body. They fitted perfectly together.

And then she realized it.

I'm moving on.

She was moving on. With him, the light of her life: Percy Jackson.

A/N: WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! It's OVER! IT'S ALL OVER! MY BEAUTIFUL STORY IS FINISHED! THANK YOU to all those who've supported me throughout this story, encouraging me even when I went on hiatus! Thank you so much coz I know this wouldn't have been possible without you.
I'll be writing another story like I said up there so review! 100th person gets a sneakie!
Thank you!
Rock on!
Jay