A/N: Okay, so here's the next chapter. This'll be mainly from Leo's and Piper's POV, so you can look forward to that. This chapter won't be so humor oriented, as it has to deal with a bit of draaamaa! Bitch, I'm fabulous. So, no, there won't be too many laughs, but this chapter is necessary to get the ball rolling for future events.

Disclaimer: Don't own shit.

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Chapter 3: The Afterlife of the Party

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PERCY

"WHOOOO! ROOOT BEEEEER!"

Damn, those Party Ponies sure can party. Although I've never understood how root beer can get a centaur drunk. I asked Chiron about it once, but he started pulling out diagrams from his saddlebags and drawing pie charts that just made my head start to hurt. Guess it's one of those mysteries of life, like why hemmoroids aren't called asteroids, or why the most popular pencil in the world is called the Number 2...

Anyway, so everyone's having a blast. Zeus, God bless his heart, even lifted Dionysus' ban on alcohol, and he and I had a few drinks earlier. I gotta say, he's a much more pleasant fellow to be around when he's had a bit of the Beast.

After I took out Porphyrion and Mimas, and Ephialtes vanished, the Olympian army routed the monsters, who were either slain or were lucky enough to escape, and after that, we threw a big ol' shindig.

At the moment, I'm hanging out with Chiron and his centaur pals, who are all in various stages of inebriation. Chiron, to my surprise, is a silly-drunk, and keeps on trying to draw a mustache on me with a Sharpie.

Me, I'm somewhat tipsy. I like drinking, but there are too many drawbacks for me to truly enjoy it. Not like with my favorite plant. Many of the folks I've been partying with are currently either really stoned or passed out because they got cross-faded. Not my fault they had too much to drink...

A rumbling beneath everyone's feet causes the party to grind to a halt, and everyone who isn't unconscious grabs up their weapons and/or readies their powers.

The ground before me slowly rises and takes the shape of none other than Gaea herself, although she looks a bit worse for wear. She's crumbling, and her form is hazy at best.

Everyone around me backs up, leaving she and I in a circle similar to the one that surrounded Porphyrion and I when we had our last-ditch duel to the death.

I pull out Anaklusmos and my new sword, Aphros. It's a bit longer than Riptide, and more elegantly crafted, I think, which is why I named it 'Seafoam.' But it turns out my cool draw was for nothing.

"Sheath your weapons, Perseus Jackson," she says tiredly. "I am no more a threat to you than a common fly is to a human. I am Fading, you foolish boy. Can you see what you have done? I, Gaea, mother of all, am dying because of your actions."

"Bullshit," I reply. "Me beating the Giants and the Titans shouldn't be enough to make you Fade."

"Silence, child," she snaps irritably. "You wrested control of the ground from me to save the maiden goddess of the moon, the one who took Selene's place when she Faded. Ponder on this, Perseus. You took away my power. Without my power, I am nothing."

I take a moment to digest that. I just basically killed Mother Nature. Normally, I'd think that's pretty cool, but it's not. It only makes me feel a little sad inside.

"You, Perseus Jackson, have orchestrated my death," she presses on. "You are the cause of the deaths of the majority of my children."

This brings a bit of chagrin from me. "Hey, it's not my fault they're a bunch of pussies," I retort.

Gaea's half-formed face glares at me. "If I had sufficient power, I would curse you into oblivion." Then her anger seems to dissipate, and she sighs, the noise sounding like sand being blown by a gentle breeze. "In time, no one will remember Mother Earth."

"Hey," I say, forcing her to look at me. "With all due respect, shut the fuck up, Gran-Gran." She looks rather shocked at my tone. "You think that as your successor, I'd let your memory fade as your body is now? I mean, yeah, you're definitely insane, but then again, everyone's a little crazy."

Everyone seems a little gobsmacked at my pronouncement. "You're the Mother of All, like you said. You nurtured every living thing without asking for anything in return. Now hear this," I continue, raising my voice so that all those around us can hear. "I swear on the River Styx and the River Lethy that as long as I remain, I won't allow your memory to fade away, Gaea."

A few dirt clods crumble off of Gaea's shoulders as she stares at me in astonishment. She's silent for awhile before she finally speaks. "...of all my offspring and descendants,, you are the one I believed was least likely to surprise me." Then she smiles at me, and I realize that I've never seen her smile. It's kinda nice. "You, Perseus Jackson, shall be the last being to receive the blessing of Gaea, weak as it may be, if you shall have it."

I'm taken aback for a moment, then nod with a smile. She glides over to me, places a hand on my forehead, and sketches a small circle on my brow. "So mote it be," she whispered, and then her form crumbled away into nothing but a pile of dirt and a final, lingering sentence. "Live long and well, my favorite grandchild..."

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LEO

So here we are, at the end of this retarded war, and I feel like I just ran through a gauntlet of cricket bat-wielding Cyclopes. Everything aches, and some parts of me are still bleeding, thanks to the Earthborns' cursed weapons. But the worst thing was that I took a Hyperborean arrow to the knee during the monsters' mad dash for freedom. And when I say a Hyperborean arrow, I mean a demigod-sized spear. Like, seriously. The only reason I can even think without screaming in pain is because of Beauty Queen.

She really has come into her charmspeaking abilities, convincing me that I wasn't in the worst pain of my life at the moment. But I guess being alive and well is better than pushing up daisies in the Underworld.

Regardless, everyone...and I mean everyone, from the lowliest satyr to Zeus himself is celebrating the victory over the Gigantes. The whole damn world seems to be having a party. When I was being carried off to the medical fields, I'm pretty sure I saw Dionysus getting seven shades of shit-faced, and I think (but don't hold me to it) I witnessed the infamous Tantalus chowing down on a big-ass chicken leg.

And here I am, in a lonely corner of Olympus, sitting on a stretcher in a tent with a hole in my leg that I can easily fit three fingers into without them touching the sides. But I guess that's just me. Leo Valdez: Forever Alone. I would've made a rage comic, but I left my Android on the Argo II.

So I get to do nothing but sit here and listen to the revelry of a civilization that had hours ago faced extinction. Deciding that just laying on this cot like a bump on a log is a bit pathetic, I conjure up a little ball of flames and start playing with it.

For the longest time, I'd hated my fire. Fire was bad. Fire burned. Fire did nothing but destroy and consume everything. But over the past few months, with the help of some good friends, I've come to realize that fire is just like everything else. It simply is. It isn't inherently evil or righteous, it's how it's used that matters. Take our victory today. My fire burned up Percy's weed field, got everyone stoned, and allowed Percy to take out Mimas and Porphyrion, effectively ending this war. My fire helped to end the Gigantomachia. Damn, I sound like a douchebag with a bloated ego, saying it like that. Gotta give Prometheus credit; without him, there wouldn't be any fire.

As I twist the flames, creating a tiny replica of Festus and causing him to fly around the tent, I hear the sounds of celebration diminish somewhat. Curious, I push myself into a sitting position, grimacing as a twinge of pain lances up my leg and into my skull where it reverberates like an angry mosquito.

A second or two later, the entrance flap of the tent is pushed aside, and not one, but three gods enter my tent. The first is Percy, the crazy genius himself. Next in comes Apollo, grinning and glimmering and shimmering, making himself look like what every sparkly vampire wants to be. Finally comes someone I haven't properly met, but someone I know from his snake staff; Asclepius, immortal physician to the gods, and himself the god of medicine and general doctoring.

"Hey, Leo!" Percy greets me with the traditional bro-hug and a clap on the back. "Figured that I couldn't let one of the greatest heroes of the Gigantomachia sit in a musty old tent while everyone else basks in the fruit of your labor."

"Bad form, that'd be," Apollo piped up cheerfully. "So I brought my son here to check out your leg."

Asclepius, who is a man who looks like he could be Jason's older brother, nods almost bashfully and extends a hand, which I shake in bemusement.

"I know this will be painful, but would you mind rolling up your pant leg for me?" he asks in a surprisingly gentle voice. I do as he says, hissing as the denim of my jeans scrapes against the tender wound. When it's fully exposed, Apollo lets out an appreciative whistle.

"Dang, kid," he says. "You must be one tough SOB to be sitting here with that kinda wound." I can't help but feel a bit of pride that I've impressed an Olympian.

"Pipes helped with it a bit," I admit. Can't take all the credit.

"The Aphrodite councilor?" Apollo wonders, and I nod. He grins. "Now you're a lucky SOB, having such a charming nurse to tend to you." He nudges Percy in the ribs. "Get it? Charming? 'Cause she can charmspeak?"

"Yeah, I got it, Brightside," Percy replies with a reluctant grin, but he rolls his eyes at me, and I have to hide my laughter behind a cough.

"Were your lungs damaged during the battle?" Asclepius inquires, looking up from my leg in concern.

"No, no, they're fine," I hurriedly tell him. "Thanks, though." Then I turn to Percy and Apollo. "So what's happened, other than everyone getting blitzed out of their minds?"

"Um, well, not much to be honest," Percy says. "But can you really blame them? We've been at almost constant war since I was twelve, so when you think of it, we've been fighting non-stop for close to a decade, Leo."

"Fair enough," I concede. "Have you seen Jason and Piper?"

Percy looks uncomfortable for a moment. "Er, well, you see..."

"That Roman kid hooked up with his old girlfriend, and I don't think the Aphrodite girl liked it too much." Apollo spoke this so bluntly that I didn't even comprehend it at first.

I'm ashamed to admit that it takes me a moment for that to sink in. Might have to do with all the marijuana smoke I inhaled earlier that day, or maybe it's the lingering pain, but it finally registers.

"WHAT!" I turn to Percy, hoping that it's a sick, twisted joke, but Percy's got his sad-panda face on, and I stand up quickly, not even taking note of the fact that while we were talking, Asclepius had not only healed my knee, but almost all of the rest of my injuries as well. "Where is she?"

"Dunno," Apollo continues, looking a bit startled at my response. "She looked like she was headed to one of the little streams by the southern face of Olympus, though, if that helps-"

Before he can even finish, I'm out of the tent, brushing away the entrance flap like an annoying fly and running as fast as my newly-healed leg can carry me.

I call out for her as soon as I'm out of range of the party noises. I keep calling and running until my throat is hoarse and my legs burn from the exertion. I reach a small river and start to follow it, ignoring the satyrs and nymphs and the odd demigod that I startle from the bushes in my search, stopping every now and then to ask if any of them have seen Piper.

Damn, it Jason, why'd you have to do it now, of all times? I had a gut feeling that he and Reyna were...I dunno, meant for each other, just like how I knew that he and Piper weren't meant for each other. And now, Piper's alone with her raw grief and anger, and I know how that feels because I had nothing but sorrow and rage to keep to myself growing up. I experienced first-hand what that does to a person, and I refuse to let that happen to Beauty Queen.

Crashing through the underbrush, I almost miss it. Luckily (or unluckily, I guess), I don't see the root of a sycamore tree and tumble onto my face. I lay there for a second, and that's when I hear the soft sobbing. Damn it, even when she's crying, her voice still sounds like the sweetest song in the world.

I guess I wasn't being too subtle, stumbling around in the woods, because when I get close, Piper's kaleidoscope eyes fix on me, changing from a dull, muddy brown to a light shade of hazel.

"Go away, Leo," she sniffles, putting her head back down onto her pulled-up knees. She's sitting right at the edge of the stream, curled in upon herself. "I just want to be left alone right now."

"C'mon, Beauty Queen, I know you like to look at my ass when I walk away, but I doubt this is an appropriate time for that," I say, trying to get a smile out of her. Piper lets out a sound halfway between a choking sob and a reluctant snort of amusement.

"Full of yourself much?" she retorts half-heartedly. "Just get out of here, pyro."

"Nah, you'd miss me too much, klepto," I fire back, settling down next to her. "So, what's got you all bummed out? I thought we were supposed to be celebrating." I already know, but I figure it's better for her to tell me on her own time.

"That's definitely what Jason and Reyna are doing," Piper's voice turns more bitter than it has any right to be. "Stupid son of Zeus...or Jupiter, or whatever the hell he is. Do you know what I just saw, Leo? I saw my boyfriend playing tonsil hockey with that Roman hussy...right in front of me!" She lets out a mirthless laugh that falls dead in the air. "Can you believe that? Daughter of the love goddess can't even keep her man for three months."

I stay silent, allowing her to vent.

"I can't even figure out what went wrong! I mean, before this stupid battle, we had our last kiss for good luck and all that garbage, and went into the fight as boyfriend and girlfriend. Then, not an hour after we win this dumb war, he's with...her. I just...I don't understand, Leo." She seems to deflate as she turns her wonderfully perfect face to me. "What is it about me that's so repulsive?"

I almost laugh. "Beauty Queen, I can't think of one single thing that makes you repulsive." Then I pause and add, "Well, except the fact that you're a vegitarian, but I won't hold it against you." Again, she lets out her watery chuckle.

Then I decide that it's time to get serious. "Listen, Piper," I tell her, and she looks up at me, probably confused that I used her actual given name instead of one of my stupid nicknames. "I can't tell you why Jason did what he did, or even if he was thinking straight when he did it. Despite the fact that he's one of my best friends, I don't know how to read his mind. But what I do know is that if he let you go so easily, then he didn't deserve you in the first place."

She's on the verge of tears again, I can see the moisture welling up in her cloudy-gray eyes, and I wipe them away as they start to fall. "You're too good to be considered runner-up to anybody, Piper McLean, do you understand me? You're not just a Beauty Queen, you're the Beauty Queen. You're my Beauty Queen."

She looks at me with wide eyes, shining with unshed tears, and she looks so damn beautiful that it hurts my heart just being so close. It takes every ounce of willpower I have, but I refrain from kissing her senseless because I know that's not what she needs right now. She needs me to be her friend, and that's what I'm going to do.

So instead of pulling a scumbag and making out with an emotionally vulnerable girl, I pull my friend into a hug. She stiffens at first, but then she wraps her arms around my neck and squeezes so hard that I almost groan. Asclepius might have healed my wounds, but the lingering pain is still there.

Finally, the pressure from her embrace lightens, and I pull away. She seems to have found her composure during the hug, and she gives me a smile that seems to brighten the world.

"Thanks, Valdez," she tells me. "You're the best friend an idiot Aphrodite girl could ask for."

"Aw, go on," I tell her, internally cringing, having been friend-zoned yet again. It seems as though Fortuna does not smile down upon Mexican elf-like creatures such as myself. To change the subject, I say, "So, are you good to go back? Because my leg is starting to stiffen up a bit."

"Oh, crap!" she exclaims, looking down to inspect my leg. "Why the hell are you even on this leg, you idiot? You had an arrow the size of a flagpole in it!"

"You worry too much, Beauty Queen," I answer, waving off her concern. "Asclepius took care of it for me. It's just kinda sore now. Besides, I couldn't let you wallow. You'd start getting wrinkles, and that would be, like, totally not chic."

Piper gives me a light punch to the arm, but stands up and helps me to my feet with a wry smile pulling at her lips. "C'mon, repair boy. You can watch me tell Jason Grace what for."

We make our way back to where the entire book of Greek and Roman myths is still partying and find Jason and Reyna pretty quickly. The two of them are sitting by one of the hundreds of bonfires, apparently deep in conversation, with their heads close together so they can hear each other over the racous sounds of celebration all around us.

"Hey, Grace!" Piper calls out quite calmly, considering the situation. Jason looks up, and his eyes widen in surprise before his face settles into a determined expression. He wears that same face whenever he's about to do something that's painful, yet necessary. I saw it when he was about to pull an arrow out of his shoulder, and plenty of other times during this war.

"Piper," he says, standing from the log he and Reyna were sitting on. "Listen, we need to talk."

"No, I need to talk, and you need to listen," Piper says in a demanding voice. "You and I are finished. End of story. So you can just go back to your little praetor friend there and just leave me alone from now on, got it?"

Jason gapes at her, mouth hanging open like his jaw's busted, while Reyna seems to be looking her up and down appraisingly. "But-"

"No, I don't wanna hear it," Piper interjects. "Tell it to someone who cares." Then she spins on her heel and walks off, leaving both Jason and I speechless. Gotta hand it to her. She can sure storm off with the best of 'em.

"Not bad," Reyna says approvingly. "She would have made a fine Legionaire."

Jason, who's regained his wits, looks at me questioningly. "What the hell was that about?"

"I think she saw you and Bellona-girl over there making out," I supply helpfully. "She ran off, I found her and gave her a bit of cheering up, and then she went into Beauty Queen of Doom mode." Turning to follow after Piper, I call back, "You're lucky she's the one that broke up with you. I can't imagine how you would've messed it up if it had been you doing it."

And with that, I start looking for Piper, who's vanished faster than a keg of root beer at a Party Ponies convention.

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PIPER

Man, that was a rush! I feel...powerful, I guess would be the proper term. Ever since I learned that the relationship I shared with Jason had been a figment of the Mist, I always had a few doubts. Nothing too big, but they were always there, niggling at my conscious every time we were together. It makes me wonder what really happened during those months that Hera took from me.

If I'm being honest, I sort of guessed that Jason would go back to Reyna when everything was said and done. I just foolishly hoped that maybe whatever relationship we'd built in the time it took for us to bring down the Giants would be enough to hold together. But everyone knows that 'hope' is a four-letter word.

After storming off, I realize that I don't know what to do with myself. I suppose I could wait for Leo, it's the least I can do for him after he said all those nice things to me. I feel a little bad that I kind of never really saw Leo as anything more than the firebug mechanic with a slightly off-kilter sense of humor that everyone sees. The reality is that Leo's got hidden depths to him that I don't think anyone really realizes are there.

He's definitely my best friend at the moment, and as I walk through the gigantic camp of Greeks and Romans, dodging around drunken centaurs and satyrs, it hits me. Leo and I were friends even before the Queen of the Gods decided to mess with our minds. He and I hung out back when we were simple mortals without any knowledge of what was hidden behind the lattice veil strung up before our eyes.

I'm so engrossed in my thoughts that I don't even notice Thalia until I bump into her. She and the other Hunters of Artemis seem to be playing a drinking game of some sort.

"Hey, watch where you're-oh, hi, Piper!" Thalia says, smiling at me once she recognizes me. Her smile slips when she notices that I've got my frowny-face on. "What's wrong?"

I hesitate, wondering if I should just lie and say nothing, but then I remember that Thalia is Jason's older sister, and she'll find out sooner or later anyway. "Jason and I broke up," I say shortly, and Thalia's face pulls into a concerned expression.

"Is there a particular reason?"

"Reyna."

That's all I need to say. Thalia, being the good sister she is, knows all about Jason's situation. During the months we were fighting the war, Thalia and I became pretty good friends, so she knows my opinions on the daughter of Bellona.

Thalia's frown deepens. "So he ended up choosing her, then?"

I shake my head swiftly, choppy hair flying around my face. "Screw that. I made the decision for him. I saw them joined at the face earlier, and after having a good mope about it, I told him that he could shove it where Apollo can't see."

Thalia's lips hoist upwards as she grins. "Well, good for you, girl. I love my baby brother, but I think he missed out one one hell of a girlfriend just now." I answer her with a smile. "Hey, you know what? Now that you're through with Jason, how about you hook up with the Hunt? Like I said before, we could definitely use a chick like you as a Hunter of Artemis."

This makes me think. My only reason for not becoming a member of the immortal handmaidens of the Moon goddess was because I wanted Jason. Now that he's no longer in the picture, I don't see any reason not to.

"You know, that's not such a bad idea," I reply.

The Hunt's lieutenant laughs happily. "Come on, then! Let's go find Lady Artemis!"

It only takes us a few minutes to find the Huntress, sitting apart from the revelry. She seems a bit lonely, truth be told. She's watching a group of satyrs and nymphs laughing and dancing and drinking like there's no tomorrow almost wistfully.

"My lady," Thalia calls out as we approach. Artemis looks up sharply, and then relaxes when she sees us.

"Thalia," she says, nodding her graceful head. No offense to my mother, but I think Artemis is the most gorgeous goddess of them all. Her beauty is effortless, wild and untamed like the places she holds dominion over. My mom...well, she's definitely a bombshell, but she sort of tries a little too much.

She turns to me and says, "Piper McLean. I appreciate your help against Gration. You do very good work."

"Thank you, Lady Artemis," I stammer, blushing at the compliment. "But the credit goes to you. I couldn't have done anything but distract him."

Artemis gives a small smile. "Modesty is a trait that is very uncommon in children of Aphrodite. I am impressed."

"That's good, then," Thalia says with a grin, tugging on my arm to bring me closer to the two of them. "Piper here wants to join the Hunt."

Artemis considers me thoughtfully. "Forgive me, but I was under the impression that you were dating the Son of Jupiter, Jason Grace." She said the word 'dating' just a little disdainfully. "And correct me if I'm wrong, but aren't you the boy's sister, Thalia?"

"Piper found Jason with the girl Hera had taken him from, the daughter of Bellona, from Camp Jupiter," Thalia explained. "So Piper gave my little bro the old heave-ho like the boss she is." She claps me on the shoulder proudly. It's almost funny, seeing her champion my cause against her own brother.

Artemis scowls at hearing my plight. "Men," she mutters, staring off towards a spot a few points south of Mount Olympus. "Always the same story. Infidelity is emblazoned into their very being." Then she turns back to me, rests a gentle hand on my shoulder, and says, "Of course you may join the Hunt, Piper. I would be honored to have you."

After taking the necessary oaths of chastity, Artemis takes out one of her long archer's daggers, pricks her thumb with the tip of it, then tells me to hold out my arm. With the ichor she drew from the wound, she traces a bow and arrow on the inside of my forearm, and as soon as she's done, it starts to tingle curiously.

"It will take a few minutes to sink in," Artemis says, "but once it does, you'll be an immortal Huntress." Her head snaps up oddly, then she gives Thalia and I an apologetic smile. "Forgive me, but my idiot senses are tingling, and I must take my leave before he arrives."

"Before who-" I start to ask, but Artemis vanishes. A second later, Percy pops in between Thalia and I.

"Hey, Pipes! Hey, Thals!" he greets us enthusiastically. "Have you seen Arty around anywhere? I figure that she'd be doing her wallflower thing and being a general party-pooper, so I'm trying to get her onto the dance floor."

"Good luck with that, Seaweed Brain," Thalia responds with a grin. "Lady Artemis doesn't do dancing."

"Watch it, Pinecone Face. You know, now that I'm a god, I can change you back into a tree," Percy threatens, but it's an empty gesture, as he smiles widely aftewards. His eyes focus on something in the distance. "Oh, there she is. Well, have fun, you two!"

And with that, he, too, vanishes. Thalia shakes her head, then turns and grabs me into a tight hug, laughing. "Welcome to the Hunt, Pipes! The rest of eternity's gonna be a blast!"

"What?" a quiet voice behind us makes Thalia break her embrace, and we both turn to find Leo Valdez staring at me with a thunderstruck expression on his face.

"Leo..." I begin, wondering why he looks so heartbroken. The muscles in his jaw start jumping erratically, like he's chewing a really hard piece of gum.

"So you're gonna leave, too, huh?" he mutters, his face turning hard. "Now that Jason's gone, you've got no ties to the Camp, is that it?"

"Leo, don't," I say, reaching out to him, but he turns away abruptly, and this kind of pisses me off. "Valdez, quit acting like a little brat! It's not like we'll never see each other again."

"No, I understand," he snaps. "Nobody wants to hang out with the stupid little pyro who's only skill is fixing broken crap, right? Jason's headed back to Camp Jupiter with Reyna, and you're off to go globetrotting with the Hunt..." His voice cracks, and my anger melts.

It suddenly hits me. Leo's always been alone. His mother died when he was young, and he spent his early childhood being shunted from one foster home to the next. Then he finally gets friends in me and Jason, and now we're abandoning him, just like everyone else did.

Before I can say anything, Leo spins and vanishes into the crowd. "Leo, wait!" I call out, starting to follow him, but a hand on my shoulder stops me. I round on Thalia. "What?"

"Let him go," Thalia says, her face thoughtful. "He needs some time to cool off, and you'll only make it worse."

"And what do you know about Leo?" I grunt irritably.

"I know that he's hurting right now, and I know that you're not going to be the one that eases that pain." I reel back, feeling like Thalia's words just smacked me in the face. Leo helped me get through my pain at Jason's betrayal, and then not five minutes later, I send him spiraling out of the sky like he was Icarus and I was the sun's burning rays.

"Oh, no," I mumble. "What have I done?"

A/N: And I think I'll leave it at that. Yes, this fanfiction will definitely have a healthy dose of Leo/Piper. I absolutely flove that ship, and you've got to admit that it makes an awful lot of sense. Leo and Piper are the only, I repeat only demigods so far in either series to befriend one another before they go to Camp Halfblood. They spent some time together in the Wilderness School before Hera screwed with their minds, and I don't really think that Jason would forego the relationship he shared, or could have shared, with Reyna for the one he could/would have had with Piper. He and Reyna have history, just like Percy and Annabeth in canon. It might not work, but Piper made the choice for him, and now he's gotta live with it.

Anyway, next chapter will be a bit of a time-skip, so look forward to that. See ya next time I update (which could literally be anytime...even in the past! Dundundun!)

I also want your guys' opinion on something. As this is a fanfiction designed almost solely to make fun of PJ fanfic clichés, I've been toying with the idea of having Poseidon and Sally Jackson having a second child a few years later on down the line and having him be that dirty little prick child that everyone seems so keen on writing. What do you think? Should I have "Marcus Jackson" be introduced in a few chapters or so? Or shouldn't I? Should I have Chaos show up, just to spice things up? Or am I just a retard for even entertaining such blasphemous ideas? Review and tell me what you think! Or don't. I'm not your mother, I can't tell you what to do...