Hey, y'all. This is a new story idea that I hope you like.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or the Percy Jackson series. This is just for fun and gives me no gain except the joy of having people read and critique my writing.

Please no flames. If you are going to review, please give me critiques that I can use to improve my writing.


Mrs. Dodds had been weird. Her best friend being half goat had been crazy. The minotaur who had killed her mother had been completely insane. So really, Andy wasn't sure what she found so unsettling about the young, blond man who was spoon-feeding her pudding as woke up. There wasn't even anything that strange about him! He looked normal enough. Curly blond hair falling about an inch below his chin, tall, muscular. He was pretty much your average 19 year-old, if not on the more attractive side of the scale.

Maybe it had been the deep scowl the young boy carried. Or was it the underlying layer of pain, anguish, and torture in his eyes. And his eyes. They were amber. Almost a golden color, too gold, in fact, to be natural. It could have been the pallor of his skin, so white it was like the man had never set foot outside.

Andy wasn't sure what it was, but it gave her an underlying sense of danger. The boy smirked, as if he could sense her fear. He pushed the bowl aside and lifted his hand to her forehead. His skin was cold, like he had absolutely no body heat, but Andy wasn't necessarily averse to it.

"Your fever's gone down, sugar," the older boy said, and Andy found herself entranced by the southern twang he spoke with. "How you feelin'?"

"Like I got hit by a minivan," Andy said. The boy cringed as if feeling her pain. "Don't worry," Andy continued, "it's a big improvement. Before I felt like I was hit by a tractor trailer."

The boy made a noncommittal hum and stood up. He placed the bowl that had held the pudding, which tasted like buttered popcorn, on the nightstand beside Andy's bed.

"Don't go," Andy pleaded, reaching out a hand to grab onto the boy's arm. Even through his long-sleeved tee-shirt, Andy could feel the cold of the boy's skin. "I don't even know your name."

"Major Jasper Whitlock, sugar," the boy said. He took one of Andy's hands in his own, and she nearly blushed at the gentle feel of his cold hands. Major Jasper Whitlock pressed his cool lips to the back of Andy's hand and carefully placed it back down on the bed.

By this point, Andy was convinced she was blushing like a fool. This boy was like a prince out of all of the fairytales Andy's mom had read her when she was a little girl who dreamed of being a princess.

"Andy Jackson," Andy replied, remembering her manners after a short pause.

"I know, sugar," Major Whitlock, said.

That was another thing that was unsettling to Andy. How could someone so young hold so much authority. Jasper Whitlock couldn't be any older than 19; yet, he was an army major.

"You best get some rest, Andrea," Major Whitlock said, running a cool hand through Andy's hair, and Andy shuddered at the wave of calm and tiredness that passed through her. Where had that come from?

"Are you leaving?" she asked, moving her hand to cover a yawn.

"You'll see me again, sugar," Major Whitlock smirked at her. Andy was too tired to even glare at him for sounding so egotistical in that one sentence. Her eyes fell shut as Major Whitlock left the room.


"Now, I'm sure you didn't call me back just to help you heal the girl, Chiron," Jasper said as he sat down next to his old mentor. "Why did you really call me here?"

"Your mother hasn't told you yet?" Chiron asked, shocked. "I would have thought they would have you help in the search." Jasper's only response was to raise an eyebrow at the centaur. "Zeus' Master Bolt has gone missing, Major. Stolen from the Throne Room on the Winter Solstice."

"And you're just telling me now?" Jasper asked. He couldn't help the slight scowl he shot at Chiron when he called him Major. Jasper knew it was a sign of respect from the centaur, but that name brought back old memories. Bad memories. "It could be anywhere by now."

"I have my suspicions," Chiron admitted, glancing around to make sure none of the campers were within hearing range. "Someone wants to start a war against Olympus. And who would you think stands to gain from a war?"

"I can think of several names," Jasper agreed, resting his elbows on the table. "Ares, for one."

"Do you honestly think this," Chiron asked, "or is it your old grudge against him?"

"Both," Jasper said softly, clenching his fist. "I'm not fighting in another war, if that's what you're asking. I'm done with all that. I'm going to a mortal high school now."

"So I heard," Chiron sighed. "I don't want you to fight. I would like to say I consider us close, Jasper. I don't want to see you like that ever again. No, I just thought you might be able to help recover the Bolt."

"I could," Jasper said. "Where would you have me search?"

"I believe Hades may have taken it," said Chiron in a hushed voice. "He and Zeus have been fighting more and more frequently, recently. I fear Hades may finally have become fed up."

"And what does Zeus think?" Jasper asked. He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms in front of him, resting his feet on the table. "I'm guessing he does not know you are asking me to do this."

"Of course," Chiron sighed. "The sky lord would never have agreed to this. He believes Poseidon is behind this."

"Why Poseidon?"

Jasper frowned. Thievery was not Poseidon's style. Nor Hades' for that matter. No, whoever stole the Master Bolt, and it couldn't have been a god, was working for someone with a much larger grudge against the Olympians.

"Zeus has been suspicious of Poseidon for centuries, before even your time."

"Of course," Jasper said. "I will help you, Chiron. Call a quest. I will join as the third member."

"And who do you suggest leads this quest?" Chiron asked, his lips had curled up in a smirk. Chiron, Jasper decided, was almost as bad as Edward in regards to knowing exactly what he was thinking.

"The girl," Jasper said. "Andrea Jackson."