A/N: Still playing in the toy box—again aka not much is mine. I hope everyone's enjoying it so far! Let me know what you think! I promise to work more quickly on this!

Chapter 7

When Teresa, Herry and Harper got back to the Dorm it was around 3 o'clock and Teresa hadn't learned much. Harper had apparently spent a good few years bouncing from one foster home to the next as a kid. She hadn't found her grandfather until she was thirteen and they moved to New Olympia—so she'd been found by the gods easily.

Apparently she'd also been the youngest in her group, though not the shortest—which Harper had been sure to point out. The shortest had been a girl named Ophelia, a descendant of Orpheus. Having met Orpheus on another occasion, Teresa couldn't help wondering how similar Ophelia was.

"I don't know," Teresa whispered to Jay at the kitchen counter, glancing back into the living room. Odie, Atlanta and Herry were enjoying a 1940's movie that Harper had found, but Harper herself had fallen asleep against the armrest. "She seems pretty open, but we could have learned most of that in a chart easier."

Jay looked thoughtful for a minute and a slow smile came to his face. "That's not a bad idea."

"What?" Teresa asked, looking at him suspiciously.

"Well the Gods are bound to have personal files on us, aren't they?" Jay asked.

Teresa shrugged. "It's possible, I guess. But they probably won't just hand them over."

"No," Jay agreed, then leaned toward her with a mischievous smirk. "But I think I know where a certain god keeps his old documents..."

...

"Thank you organization skills of Hermes," Teresa muttered in frustration barely an hour later, dropping the twentieth dusty file onto the pile next to her. Then she sighed and pulled the next one off the shelf.

She was sitting on the floor in Hermes' storage room, which they'd managed to sneak into, wondering why she'd agreed to go through files in the first place. It was actually a pretty large space and reminded them a little of the library combined with one of those case file rooms that they show on the investigation shows that Odie watched. It had taken them a while to find the right section, seeing as half of everything was in ancient Greek, but soon enough Jay and Teresa had tackled opposite ends of an isle that seemed to be the newest.

"Found anything?" Jay's voice called softly down the isle from behind his own large stacks of neglected folders.

"No," Teresa said with a groan as she opened yet another file, but a series of photos clipped inside the folder made her stop. "Jay, come look at this!"

"What?" he asked, looking up from a file from the 1980's.

"I think I found it," Teresa said slowly, holding up one of the photos as she started looking through the others

Jay leapt to his feet, knocking over one of his piles and trying not to curse as he tried to keep himself upright before he made it to Teresa-who hadn't looked up from the folder once since she'd called him over. He gently plucked the photo from her fingertips and examined it.

"That's Harper, alright," he said, taking in the image of the laughing ballerina. Even with her hair up in a bun, the eyes and bangs and necklace were all the same as the girl who was probably still asleep on the couch.

"So these are her teammates," Teresa guessed, moving so Jay could sit down.

"I guess so," Jay agreed, leaning over to look at each face.

There was a small girl with mousey brown hair that was sitting cross-legged on a bed with a white guitar and a far off look that almost seemed melancholy. Another picture showed a darker girl who could have been a model on the phone and, judging from the look on her face, it was a serious conversation.

"Hello handsome," Teresa mumbled, picking up the next photo in the line up. A tall boy with wavy auburn hair that covered part of his forehead as he smiled charmingly at the photographer from where he was working on a motorcycle.

"What?" Jay asked, handing back the dark girl's photo and looking at her in confusion.

"Nothing," Teresa said quickly, blushing a deep red before quickly filing it behind the other pictures.

Jay gave her a strange look, but went back to scrutinizing the photos. The next was off boy with spiked black hair and a sly grin as he held a skewer laden with gummy bears over a Bunsen burner. Next was a boy with long dark hair pulled back in a pony-tail who seemed very into playing a large set of bagpipes. After him was a boy lounging on the dorm couch with a game controller in his hands as he focused his eyes on the tv screen over the rim of his sunglasses.

There were two more photos. A group photo in the dorm's backyard, each in either a sport or club uniform, and another of them dressed in ancient Greek clothes while standing on a balcony with large hills in the background.

"Where do you suppose this is?" Jay asked, taking the photos from Teresa for a closer look. "Greece? Maybe?"

Teresa shrugged and went back to reading the file. "I don't know," she said. "Kinda cool that they're in costumes, though."

Jay peered closer at the photo. "It almost looks familiar."

"The costumes?" Teresa asked, looking up at him with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. "I thought you'd never been to one of the school plays."

"That's not what I meant," Jay said, but a smile came to his face anyway.

"I know," Teresa said, rolling her eyes, then held up the folder. "According to this, they brought back about forty different stones."

"Forty?" Jay repeated in shock.

"Yep, but look," Teresa said, looking over the list again. "All but eleven of them are marked as 'defused'. And one of the eleven remaining is the Blue Chalcedony."

"So Dionysis couldn't deal with the other ten either," Jay said slowly.

"That's my guess," Teresa said with a shrug.

"Looks like Harper's team went through their share of battles," Jay said, flipping the pages in Teresa's hands. "Not as many as ours, but they probably weren't the targets of a ticked off Titan."

"Probably not," Teresa agreed, but now she was fighting a new blush as Jay's attempt to look over the pages made him nearly lean on her to see the writing. His breath was a gentile tickle on her cheek.

Not that he'd noticed how close he was, but she definitely did.

Jay was frowning at one of the pages. "This doesn't sound good," he said after a few moments.

"What doesn't?" Teresa asked, wondering if she could adjust how she was sitting without bumping him.

He turned to face her. A look of surprise flickered across his face, which was quickly replaced by an embarrassed blush as he quickly pulled himself several inches away. "The, uh, sheet," he stammered, "It looks like they did some solo missions."

"Okay," Teresa said slowly, fighting back her own blush. "Is that a bad thing?"

"Well... no... I guess that explains why Harper has a liability of running off," he said, rubbing the back of his head. "But look—those missions were after the team was disbanded. And here, towards the end, only a few names keep coming up. Harper's definitely active. AJ and Pierce are on there too. But the other four disappeared."

Teresa skimmed over the numerous pages of mission reports. He was right, slowly as the pages became closer to recent, the members of the group involved dwindled. "Even Pierce is gone by the last ten."

A sudden sound of someone moving outside the door made both teens jump. But to their relief, whoever it was didn't come in. Jay pushed himself to his feet.

"Maybe we should go," he suggested.

Teresa nodded and let him help her up. "Do you think there's more?"

"More?" Jay repeated, quickly replacing the piles of folders.

"Well yeah," Teresa said with a shrug as she slid another group of folders onto the shelf. "You'd think there'd be individual charts too, this looks like it's just an over-view of their missions."

"Yeah, you're right," Jay said, looking at the files Teresa hadn't gotten to. He took a moment, then pulled the next seven files. From the pattern he'd seen so far, if there were individual files on the team, these would be it. "C'mon," he said, tucking the folders under his arm. "We'll look at these back at the dorm."

Teresa nodded, filing away the last of the unneeded folders. The last thing they needed was to be caught snooping through files.