Thank you for reviewing! I love it when you do! Sorry I haven't been updating as fast. Darn homework. I also was on vacation this weekend. We went to this big amazing house/cabin by the lake with my mom and dad's friends and their three little girls who are spazzy little devils (honestly I think one of them is ADHD) and it was so much fun! Anyway, I don't own Camp Jupiter or Jeyna or even Heroes of Olympus.

Reyna searches his room. There has to be something that can give her a clue about where he's gone. She looks under his bed, maybe for a postcard or something.

Maybe he found his sister. Or maybe he was mad at her for some reason. But he would have to be pretty freaking pissed to leave the camp alone. She'd been having dreams about him, but it was like Reyna was walking through a thick fog with the consistency of Jell-o, and she couldn't see anything. Just really blurry, fuzzy images. Like static on a television combined with steam on a mirror.

She sighs and stands up, looking around his room, carefully scrutinizing everything around her. Something is definitely wrong.

His room is perfectly clean, which is very unlike Jason. Sure, he's pretty clean, yet he has his own touch of untidiness as all boys do. But this is insanely clean. Almost like an OCD housekeeper came in and cleaned up his room. Jason's bed is perfectly made, all of his clothes are hanging in his closet. Shirts on one side, pants on the other. His floor seems vacuumed. Even his desk looks like it has been dusted.

Reyna begins to slowly hyperventilate with fear as chills run from the base of her neck to her tailbone.

Hold on. Someone had been in his room. Messing with his stuff. Moving things around. Erasing evidence.

Other than his clothes in the closet, it's like he'd never existed. Someone had been here, taken him, or killed him, or maybe he even ran off. But, someone had rearranged his stuff, maybe trying to cover up- or look for something? Was it Octavian? He doesn't know where Jason keeps his key, or does he?

Reyna's head spins. She backs into his desk and sits on the floor. She tries to gather her thoughts. If she were Jason, where would she go? Nowhere. She'd stay here, where her home is.

Why couldn't humans have empathy links like fauns? Then she would know exactly where he was. Reyna tries to calm herself. She reminds herself he's only been missing for a few days, even though it feels like weeks. He would be okay. He'd come back to the camp- to her. Things would be right again. And maybe, when he comes back, she'll be able to tell him how she really feels about him. And maybe, if he feels the same way...

She looks at his desk, pushing the thought to the back of her brain as her eyes trace the lines of the light colored wood grain on the dark drawer, trying to relax and calm her breathing.

I wonder if... Reyna lifts her head slowly and opens his top drawer. Fountain pens. Paper. Envelopes. Stamps. Leather cords to tie around the letter and the eagle's leg so that it doesn't fall off or get lost. Nothing much. No letters, no postcards as she'd half heartedly thought. Odd, how their ways of communication seems to have retrogressed in time. Mortals use cellphones, they use trained eagles, and sometimes hawks or owls to send letters.

She opens the other top drawer, finding dust bunnies. She attempts to open another one below it, but it's jammed.

Reyna tugs on the drawer below the first one she opened, expecting nothing. Instead, she finds letters with Jason's writing on them. Some are crumpled, some crammed into the drawer, and some nicely folded. She yanks out the drawer and dumps it's contents onto the clean carpet.

Kneeling, she searches through the mess with trembling fingers and hope in her heart. There could be something here to tell her where he's gone! Maybe he wrote her a letter or something but decided against telling her about it!

She grabs the first neatly folded paper and opens it, ripping it slightly in the process. Reyna doesn't find something that tells her where he is, or if he was taken. Instead, she finds this in Jason's slightly messy handwriting:

Reyna,

This is pointless, since you're never going to read these letters. But it was Bobby and Dakota's idea. At first it seemed stupid, but the more I thought about it the less corny it became. So, I'm writing this to say to you what I'd never say in real life. I love you. Or at least I think I do. I'm just really confused right now about what I feel for you. You're the last thing I think of when I go to sleep, and the first thing that pops into my head when I wake up. I definitely have strong feelings for you. I've been trying to convince myself that we're praetors, and we both agreed we were just friends and nothing else. I have to say I don't think I've ever thought about you as just a friend. I always thought you were pretty, even when I first saw you and you said you hated me. Don't you know when you run from a son of Jupiter, it only makes them want you more? Like Daphne and Apollo, Bacchus and wood nymphs, Jupiter and every other woman. I guess that's one of my flaws. (Thanks dad). I thought you were smart enough to know that, but not everyone's a daughter of Minerva.

Anyway, I don't just love you because you're pretty, but you're independent. You don't take any crap from anybody. You're so stubborn sometimes I want to scream at you to loosen up and calm down. You're probably more loyal than even Aurum and Argentum. You're always there when I need you most. Gods, I could go on forever saying what I love best about you. But, I could also ramble on about why I hate you. Why I'm jealous of you. How I've learned to tolerate your flaws. But that's the thing. We're humans, we're meant to have flaws. No one is perfect. Well, to me you're as close as it gets. Even a god has flaws, even if they act like they don't.

From, Your Jason

Reyna realizes she's been holding her breath for so long her heartbeat's in her ears. She lets it out slowly. Love. What in the name of Imperial Gold does that mean? Was it sisterly? No, they'd been past the sibling-like stage forever. Romantically? No! No, no, no, no. Reyna can not afford to think that way. She doesn't even know if he's alive and she's concerned about their relationship! How selfish and stupid is that! This note didn't help her one bit! It made her confused! Now she didn't know where he was, she had a headache, and she may possibly... No, she wouldn't think the word. She didn't like him in that way. They were... Everything but that.

It did do something for her, though. One little small thing that made all the difference. Reyna could feel his presence when she read it, hear his voice clear and loud in her head, as if he was standing right next to her and reading the letter to her aloud. She runs her hand over the words in pen.

Reyna has a sudden desire to read more, and before she knows it, she's eagerly opening a crumpled paper with crossed out words and a few sentences scrawled on it.

Hey Reyna, I wish I knew how you felt about me. Sometimes I think you're into me, other times not. I don't know what to think anymore. If I should distance myself from you or not. I know if I make the wrong move, I could mess up big time and our friendship would be over. I don't want that. But I don't want to be friends forever.

From, Jason Grace

Not all of them are written to her. A lot are old lists, notes, or old battle strategies from the Titan War and the War Games he probably kept for keepsakes. She finds a few drawings as well, but Jason Grace isn't the most artistic demigod around.

She feels better, happier. No, Reyna still has no idea where he was. But she knows he's alive and breathing. She'd been given some sort of sign, as if to say he's okay. He'll be alright.

Dear Reyna,

If I had to say what I liked most about you (besides your beauty), it would be your determination. Your drive to finish things and never, ever giving up on anything. Not even the Legion. When you thought we were going to lose the War, you never said anything negative. You forced us to keep training, keep believing. That's something no one can ever take away from you.

Sincerely, J.G.

When she's done reading one she puts it in a pile next to her and goes onto another one.

Regret. When I think of every day passing by, and my feelings for you grow but so does my

Envy. At you, for being better than me. Making up for everything that I lack. And it only makes me

Yearn more for you. Wishing we can be together. But I know that we can

Not. Whenever I bring up the subject all you throw in my face is

Animosity. Reminding me that it would be cliche. It's so hard to stay platonic when we both want the opposite.

With love, Jason Grace

When she's done reading all of them, she puts her head in her hands. No, she doesn't know where he is. Yes, she's more confused about these feelings she has for him bubbling and churning inside her stomach like horrible cramps. No, she doesn't even know of he loves her. Yes, these notes gave her hope. Hope. A flame that can't be extinguished.

Reyna carefully, gently folds up all of the papers as they were, and places them back in his drawer. Except for the pile of notes he'd written to her that sit in a small pile next to her. Those she woud take home and place them in the top drawer of her desk.

Before she leaves she writes him a note and puts it under his pillow.

Jubilee. It's what I feel with you. When you make me laugh, or you hold my hand.

Affinity. We have a bond that not even the scissors of the Fates can sever.

Serendipity. It was that which I felt when we first shook hands, declaring our friendship.

Openness. It took me forever to let you in on my secrets and my past. Now, there are none between us.

Noble. You became almost a king among us after the rule. A king fit for a queen.

Generous. When you always think of others before yourself.

Radiance. It's like there's a ring happiness around you, it's impossible to be upset when you're with me.

Admirable. People look up to you. Little Julia says she wants to be yu when she grows up.

Confident. We always go to each other for advice, or help with a problem. Even if it's about each other.

Everything I've never wanted, but everything I've ever needed.