"And you want a vacation why?" Jack asked, putting his hands into his trench coat. He wore his favorite red suspenders tonight, much of a part of him as he loves flirting.

"I ran into a friend of a friend and I want to catch up on what's going on in their lives." Kaysen said that with such ease, that Troy on the other end of the room wondered exactly what her real intentions were.

"Alright, you may go," Jack said after a long pause. Kaysen practically screeched with joy and gave him a big hug. Why doesn't she hug me like that? Troy thought to himself. Was he... Jealous? Oh, heavens no! It was that he merely wishes to be in the comfort of her arms is all. "But don't expect any pay."

Immediately Kaysen began to run around the room, grabbing whatever was hers. She had made her surprisingly large studio apartment into their headquarters, so long as they paid half the rent in Torchwood funds. They normally used whatever they find invaluable that belonged to an alien and sold it on eBay to get by. Surprising how much you can make, really.

"You know my number. Call if you need anything!" She said as she gave the captain a quick kiss on the cheek before heading to the door.

And off goes the best asset Torchwood had since the Doctor left Jack on a space station with a time vortex manipulator.

-LINE-

The taxi pulled up across the street from a large hill with a looming, ever-present pine tree, a vicious guard dog sleeping in the shade it gave off.

Paying quickly and efficiently, Kaysen got out of the car and slung her bag over her shoulder. The taxi driver had, of course, wondered why someone would want to go to the middle of nowhere, but it wasn't his place to judge. After all, people have seen stranger.

"Thanks for the lift, Phil!" Kaysen said as she handed him the money. "Keep the change."

Heading up the hill, the dog's ears perked up, as began wagging its tail in excitement. Vicious one minute, excited for a visitor the next. Must not be a good guard dog.

Phil the taxi driver began the long drive back to the city, longer than he would of liked thanks to a eighteen wheeler crashing and ten cars ran into his truck. He sighed, and pocketed the change.

A motorcycle pulled up to the spot where the taxi driver had just been no more than a minute earlier. He kept his helmet on as he began to climb the hill, keeping low to the ground to stay hidden.

Kaysen disappeared from sight as the motorcyclist got almost to the halfway point of the hill. Not just went over the hill or something, but entirely disappeared.

He reached the top of the hill, the dog growling at him and getting into a stance as though ready to start fighting the motorcyclist. The motorcyclist, terrified by the dog, began to back up to avoid the dog's vicious bite, tripping on a tree root in the process.

"Down boy, down!" Kaysen said, suddenly appearing into sight. The dog, reluctantly, backed down and sat. "Who are you and why are you here?"

The guy pulled off his helmet, practically quacking in his boots. He had curly red hair that went just slightly past his ears, bright green eyes that practically glowed in the dark, and freckles covering him. "I-I thought... I thought you were someone I knew. I'm sorry!"

Kaysen looked him up and down before helping him to his feet. "Who did you think I was?" She asked and she brushed off her hands, covered in slightly moist dirt from the ground.

"A friend who used to live here. She- she died a couple years back. We never actually met officially, but she introduced me to the impossible and unforgettable." He ran his hand through his hair to get it out of his face. "Hard to tell the difference between you two in the dark."

"You a demigod?" She asked as they walked down the hill together, the dog that was protecting the tree revealing itself to be a dragon, the varsity football jacket to be the famous Golden Fleece, and the motorcyclist's outfit to be Imperial Gold armor.

"Yea, son of Vulcan. Name's Harley. What about you?" His name earned a laugh, since the motorcycle brand of Harleys.

"Egyptian transfer from the twenty-second in Brooklyn. Ran into a demigod in the city, John or something, and wanted to catch up on camp."

"What was Jaune doing in the city?" Harley asked as they neared the light. "He's not supposed to leave camp during the summer without someone over sixteen."

"Didn't mention. I should head to the Hermes cabin to get situated. I need to speak to some old friends when it's daylight." Kaysen waved goodbye before sprinting to the Hermes cabin, where the Egyptian transfers stay until their path is correctly identified with a god or goddess.

"Didn't even get her name..." He mumbled to himself as he entered the Hephaestus cabin for the night.