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This is: Are You Challenging Me?

Mostly a hinted Preyna, kind of a hinted Jeyna, and barely a hint of Jasper (even though it is the only real solid pairing).

Reyna, Jason, Percy

Summary preview: If the world turned on its head...

Ever since I came to Camp Jupiter, it was implied that I would one day end up with Percy Jackson.

People said they first knew it when he choose to represent me after I got there, even though he had just started re-building Neptune's reputation.

I quickly found out that the son of Neptune was far too stubborn and surprisingly kind. He did his best to make sure I felt welcome to the camp, and somewhat succeeded.

I learned that he had been taken from the apartment he once lived in, at the age of two because it burned down. He learned that I was part of Circe's island until that idiot son of Hermes decided we were an obstacle in the war and set free Blackbeard and his pirates.

So even before he saved my life multiple times in the war against the Titans, we had been close. We spent all our free time together. Rumors flew for years behind closed doors about us. But when he finally took Krios down by himself people started to respect him more.

Sure, a few thought he was insane for turning down immortality when Neptune himself came to Camp Jupiter and offered it, but they were in the minority.

I became Praetor the same day as he did, and I can still remember Percy's shocked expression after the voting was cast.

After all, despite what he has done for camp, Percy is a son of Neptune. And children of Neptune had never stuck to the Roman ways very well.

Either way, the result of us both being Praetor seemed to confirm the theory we would end up together.

And maybe we would have, had he not disappeared in four months later.

I was terrified. Rumors be damned, Percy was my best friend, and I was going to find him.

But search groups came back empty, Lupa was strangely silent, and Octavian simply radiated gleefulness at the mention of Percy's absence. Of course he wasn't going to try to find him.

I searched anyways.

Eight months later, we finally heard word from the gods.

This new demigod, this son of Jupiter in an orange shirt and beaded necklace named Jason Grace, was suppose to help us bring back the Fifth Legion's honor.

He could not have looked less like Percy if he tried. Blonde hair, a clearly muscled and shorter guy.

But this newcomer was already far more Roman then my best friend could ever hope to be.

From what I could tell from Jason during his first few minutes at Camp Jupiter, he was logical. Collected. Disciplined. And despite his glaringly missing memory, confident in everything he said.

True, his fighting style was completely different then anything I had ever tried, but his personality... His personality would make him a fantastic Roman leader.

Still, he was not Percy. He was not the demigod I wanted to spend my time with, he was not the best friend who I could talk to at the end of the day and fully understand what I talking about, and he was not the man who could make me smile by a simple action of defiance to his very nature.

And then Mars showed up after Jason successfully won the war game, and flat out insulted him.

Mars seemed to almost smile and his expression seemed to ask Are you challenging me?

The hidden cruelty behind it made my heart skip a beat.

Then the prophecy that was worse then even random parts of the burned scrolls put together, where Jason had to leave on a quest with Frank and the Hazel girl that was rumored to have left the Underworld after dying back in the 1900s with her half-brother Nico's help.

I felt strangely saddened to hear about Jason's possible girlfriend when I told him what would happen if he came back successful. And strangely empty again as I watched them leave.

I shook my head and turned to Nico next, immediately starting to quiz him on everything and anything he had gotten on Percy's whereabouts.

Nico, who was oddly enough Percy's only other close friend at Camp Jupiter (I put it down to the whole mega-powerful father-gods), was obviously holding something back from me.

I remembered the way he avoided Jason, the nervous energy he got when they were forced to be around each other, the secrets his eyes seemed to be filled with upon hearing Percy's name, and held back the urge to slap the son of Pluto.

"Nico," I hissed and felt slight satisfaction at the flinch he gave me, "You know something. I know you know something. Why in Jupiter's freaking name won't you tell me?"

The little brat just gave me a nervous smile and said "Bigger picture, Reyna. Chill out though. I can let you this much: Percy's alive." and then shadow traveled away.

I was left to stew on that for the next week, waiting for Frank's quest to either fail or succeed.

We were unprepared when the giant attacked. The giant was obviously looking for Percy, as he was the one that was suppose to oppose Neptune, and for once in the last eight months, I was glad Percy was gone.

Then Jason was there, with Imperial Gold supplies, a Cyclops best friend, and riding a hellhound. It was strange to say in the least.

I was impressed watching him fight, and thrilled to see my sister fighting on our side below me.

And that was before he took down the giant with only Terminus helping.

It was no surprise when he was elected Praetor, though I felt a since of loss go through me when I assigned him Percy's old room.

I tried to ignore the relife that hit me when I found out he slept in his Legion's cabin anyway.

Jason was standing on the floor of the house and trying to persuades the Senate to trust the ship of Greeks coming closer to us, all the while.

I allowed for him to try, because somehow, sometime, between the war game and watching him obliterate the giant's army I had grown to respect and place hesitate trust in him.

I may never understand him, despite my wavering trust.

His pure, flat out Greekness surprises me over the littlest of things. We have a certain understood flow of how things are done of Camp Jupiter. Not even our wildest Roman, Percy, could have gotten away with breaking so many of our rules and not having it blow up in his face.

Jason's discipline helps him keep some sort of boundaries, but his discipline is obviously suited to his Greek heritage.

And wasn't that a shock. Jason is Greek, Nico is missing, and Percy Jackson is suppose to be on the ship.

Jason... has a sort of flair that comes from his unbreakable confidence. He is... different. From everyone I have ever met.

He has no respect for tradition. On the battlefield, I am certain he would break ranks. His whole nature presents perfectly why the Greeks were outcast from Rome's society.

Yet, here is Jason, and he has returned victorious from a quest that no Roman has. When I listened to the full story from Frank and Hazel, I was shocked. I learned that Jason goes for stakes no one should ever try to achieve, and he does without even considering losing.

Somehow, he never has.

I don't know if he is one of the bravest people that I could openly admire or one of the stupidest that I scorn constantly.

Romans are given the responsibility to handle duty. Praetors carry this responsibility the most.

We have to be able to lose everything so that Rome can not only survive, but win. Judging Jason, I believe that he could never do this. He loves his friends far too much for him to ever put anything, even entire civilization above them.

He reminds me of Percy in that sense, although I know that if it came down to it, Percy understands that Rome is more important then friends. He would save Rome and sacrifice everything. It is in his very nature to keep Rome alive. Jason... would not. Perhaps even could not, without losing a vital part of himself.

We can never make him into something he is not. Even after all of his new training, Jason is a Greek in his nature. And history itself shows that Greeks lose. It might not be today, tomorrow, even in the next decade, but eventually they will fall.

Somehow, Jason is still convincing the Senate that we can trust the Greeks. He is convinced that if we ally ourselves together we can defeat Gaea and the giants.

But Jason isn't putting history into his assurances. Greek and Romans never work well together. They even hinder each other when they attempt to.

Still, I watched him and resigned myself to trust him. There is no other choice, as even I can admit that Jason is the best guy for the Praetor job.

As the new praetor, everyone compares him to Percy, comments on how alike they are. Yet, to me, they are completely different. Jason is reliable and predictable. Percy is reliable, but he could never truly be predictable.

Earlier I said, Jason is more Roman then Percy could ever hope to be. Perhaps I misspoke.

Jason's Roman traits are more noticeable then Percy's, true. But Jason's Roman traits are not suited to Roman needs. I know he would turn on us in a heartbeat if the Greeks did. His is reliable only to his own, and being predictable is not always a good thing. The brief mentions of a girl named Piper is enough to convince me of this.

Percy is loyal to Rome, and he does have enough discipline not to test the boundaries of what Lupa sets... most of the time. Percy is our camp's legend, our lucky son of Neptune. He is our leader.

Or, at least, he was.

When I cornered Jason after the meeting, it was mostly to reassure myself then to get a confirmation out of him.

"You say that Percy Jackson will be on that ship."

A confident nod.

"Good. I... have missed him." I added, almost as an afterthought.

A small smile flickered over his face, with a hint of sympathy.

And that stupid smile made me realize something that only denial could have kept from me this long.

I have been judging Jason based on his Greekness, but he's the one at the Roman camp.

Percy had always had Greek tendencies, but living at a Greek camp for eight months with no memories?

Is he even the same person I remember?

Does he even remember me?

I walked away to meet up with the legion, and maybe, just maybe, finally get some answers.

Me: It wasn't that it was difficult to write this, so much as I was hesitate to post it.

I feel as though I left enough things cannon for it to be highly familiar if you have read the Son of Neptune, yet through Reyna's POV while she looks for her best friend and/or possible boyfriend.

And then there is the writing style. I wrote the beginning half way back in the thirties, and then wrote the last half around chapter 70-ish. I tried to make sure it flowed right, but I don't think I achieved it.

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