A/N: Same drill (about not owning much of anything), but now the fun begins!

Chapter 12

The midday light was weird, not full sun, but there was enough light to sail by. Which was obvious, otherwise Jay wouldn't have been out on the water.

He had no idea where the others were, probably enjoying another volleyball game on the beach, but usually at least one would have chosen to come with him.

Oh well, he thought, turning his vessel toward the open waters. Their loss.

The wind got stronger as he went further out. Looked like a storm was coming in fast.

"Maybe I should turn around," Jay mumbled to himself.

Just as his ship was parallel with the coast, though, a flash of lightning came down, splitting some of the water further out. Jay squinted through the now steadily pouring rain. To his shock he saw a water god get hit repeatedly with the lightning while Cronus laughed from the sidelines.

"NO!" a voice cried out.

Jay jerked awake to find himself in his room again and a quick glance at the clock told him it was only two in the morning, but he could also hear the creak of a hall floorboard outside his door.

Disentangling himself from his sheets, Jay crossed to the door.

"Teresa?" he asked when he looked out to see the long strawberry-blonde hair.

His teammate held a finger to her lips and motioned for him to come with her, normally he'd have made a lame joke and laughed uncomfortably, but Teresa's expression was too serious.

"What?" he asked in a whisper.

"I don't know," Teresa said, stifling a yawn. "I was having a really strange dream... something woke me up."

If anyone else had said that, he would have dismissed it as coincidence, but this was his psychic teammate talking. "Me too."

Teresa's attention snapped to him and she frowned in thought, but before either could do anything they heard Harper shout from her room. Exchanging glances, the two heroes raced to the new girl's door only to find it locked.

"No!" Harper shouted from inside. "No! I won't let you!"

"We have to get in there," Jay said decidedly.

"Yeah," Teresa agreed. "Before she wakes everyone else. But how?"

"Can't you move things with your mind?" Jay asked after a moment's thought.

"Yeah...maybe," Teresa said, understanding what he meant. Soon she closed her eyes to focus and in barely any time at all Jay heard the lock click free.

Jay quickly opened the door to find the room still flooded with moonlight, but no attacker. Harper was alone and still asleep, but judging by how much she was tossing against her sheets, what ever she was dreaming about couldn't have been good.

"No," Harper cried out again, though she was muffled slightly by her pillow as she tossed and turned.

"Harper," Teresa called quietly, going to the girl's bedside. "Harper, wake up."

Jay went to the girl's other side, briefly wondering if she would fight them in her sleep before waking up—a situation Jay had experienced when Teresa had been trapped in a nightmare sent by Cronus. But they'd have to chance it.

"Harper," Jay tried. "It's a nightmare. You have to wake up."

One of Harper's hands came toward him in a fist, which Teresa caught before it could connect with his jawline.

"C'mon, Harper," Jay tried again, shaking her by the shoulders. "Wake up!"

The girl's eyes snapped open and she tore herself free, tucking herself into the wall space her bed had folded out of.

"Harper, it's ok," Teresa assured her as the girl's terrified eyes darted around the room.

"It was a dream," Jay said.

"Or a nightmare," Teresa pointed out.

Harper looked from one of the older teens to the other as she slowly calmed down again, sitting on her pillow as she tucked her knees under her chin.

"Are you ok?" Jay asked.

"I—um—yeah," Harper said, giving them a forced smile. "Yeah, I'm good. What time is it?"

"About ten after two," Teresa answered.

"In the morning?" Harper asked, raising her eyebrows at them. "Why are you awake?"

"You were screaming," Teresa answered.

"Oh... Sorry."

"Anything you want to talk about?" Jay offered.

"Uh. No," Harper said quickly. "Must have just been a scary dream. Thanks, though."

"You're sure you're ok?" Teresa asked, looking more than ready to go back to bed.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Harper assured them, smiling more easily. "I'm sorry I woke you guys, it probably won't come back."

Jay nodded, understanding the obvious dismissal, but he didn't move until Teresa gave his shoulder a tug.

"G'night again, Harper," Teresa said with a yawn.

"Night," she returned, bundling herself back into her sheets.

"Yeah, night," Jay said as he followed Teresa to the door. He glanced back with his hand on the knob to see Harper curled up and gently breathing. Deciding against saying anything else, he closed the door behind him.

...

Harper waited until she heard their doors close before she moved at all, then she scrambled off the bed and hunted down her shoes. She wasn't sure what dream Jay and Teresa'd had, but the one she'd had terrified her more than any monster she'd ever faced—including the massive spiders that appeared because of an over-concentrated stone.

Finding her shoes over by her drafting table, Harper stuffed her feet inside and grabbed a sweatshirt before poking her head out the door. The hallway was quiet, almost as though she hadn't disturbed the night with screams due to nightmares, but there was no sound coming from Jay's room across the landing.

Even though she'd only spent one night here, she knew that the boy could snore with the best of them when he was out cold. And Teresa tended to hum in her sleep.

Harper closed the door again. Clearly she wasn't going out that way, but that wasn't a big problem. She'd gotten away from more attentive dormmates before. If anyone here could top Phoebe, they deserved a metal and job with the government.

She had to admit, though, as she turned on her stereo to some soft piano music, she did miss this. Having to think in order to get around someone. But it was bittersweet.

Once she was sure that no one was going to check on her again, she slid the window to the fire escape open and hopped out onto the rickety metalwork. It had gained a little more rust since the last time she'd worked her way down it, but no one seemed to hear her creaking down to the alley below.

The landing was a little hard, swinging from the last rung of the latter until she could flip and land on the pavement safely, which jarred her knee a little. But she was still able to walk and with a grim frown she headed towards the harbor.