A/N Hey everyone! I'm Butterflies765!

Thank you so much for just clicking on my fanfic!

First time ever I'm writing one! So please excuse my lack of originality in the story, spelling mistakes, bad grammar, illogical sentences and terrible updating schedule.

I really hope you're going to enjoy this.

Comments and critics are more than welcome, I'd love to hear your opinion!

Also, I write British English so I spell a couple of words different such as colour!

Anywho enough with me blabbing and on with the story!

Disclaimer: the plot is mine, the rest belongs to our favourite author Rick Riordan.

Piper's POV

Piper sipped her coffee, nice and strong; no sugar, no milk, she sure wasn't a wimp. Of course, it was only the best Peruvian coffee, organic fair trade and everything that went with that. That coffee was probably the only thing she indulged in. It was so expensive, but she made it up by never going shopping or spending money on useless products such as makeup. She'd followed that life before and had found that her expenses would add up way too high. Therefore, a nice sensible life of being natural and not ruining your skin was better for both herself and her wallet. Especially since she wasn't the person who needed the most money in her house.

She was staring at the calendar, a pretty little thing covered in childish drawing and drowning underneath at least three bottles of liquid glue and about 300 sequins. Today was her dating anniversary. Her friends would probably ask: 'your dating anniversary with whom? You're such a pretty girl you've probably had ten thousands boyfriends!' But no. She wasn't the sort of person who went around, constantly with a boyfriend. And anyway there had been one. Only one. But he was just a irresponsible drunkard, a cheater and a little ball of - you get the idea. He sure had been enough for at least another 10 years. She had other priorities in her life than getting a boyfriend and wasting her time and money. That was why she didn't tell them, or anything from her younger years. They were too painful. But also, who would believe them?

The story of a the daughter of Tristan McLean. That at least they would believe. Heck if they hadn't already found out they were blind as moles! But nobody had ever mentioned it and she was grateful. She hated the attention it brought her and everything that went with it, from signing autographs to being introduced. He was her father for goodness' sake! Though she had to admit she was spending a lot of time with him lately, as she could really use the help.

No, that definitely wasn't the part of her childhood she had to hide. It was rather the other half of her DNA. Her mother, Aphrodite to be precise. Piper had never really felt a connection wit her mother, she was just so far and distant, only coming to see her when she was possibly going to do someone of her romantic life, or just telling her to dress better, wear makeup, see some guys or other pointless advice. She generally left by magically giving piper a makeover and dress, as she just loved to do, before disappearing to Olympus for another three months or so. So much for having a mother as a goddess.

And then, there was all that was included by being a demigod. The monsters. The quests. The battles. The deaths. So many horrible and unbelievable things. She still didn't really understand how she survived it all, when so many other had failed in the task. She supposed that it was thanks to her charmspeak, her special ability inherited from mother dearest and had made her uncomfortable amongst her friends. Nowadays, she tried her best not to use it. Not to manipulate people and she had once done. But every so often, she would slip and she remembered everything from her past once again. And the people in her past. And a certain person out of all the people. One who she hoped she would never have to deal with again.

She could keep all of that quiet. That was old Piper. New Piper was everything normal, apart from a few exceptions. And a couple of random monsters. The only thing that she still had from before was Annabeth. Now things hadn't always been easy with Annabeth. But over the years, the two of them has formed an unbreakable friendship. The amazing woman Annabeth had now become had helped her through the most difficult parts of her life. She knew the blonde kept her secret faithfully, and the others didn't know Annabeth and her still met up.

Suddenly, she felt a small tugging, one that came from an even smaller hand, on her shirt.

'Mommy! I am awake!' The little girl announced proudly, though Piper was sure that the supposed nap had only lasted about thirty minutes and that the little girl had been quietly playing until the requested hour of being awake.

'Rose ! I thought I told you nap time was until the clock had the numbers 3, 3 and 0?!'

'Mommy, it is 3, 3 and 0!'

Piper checked the time on the oven, blinking eternally green in their small kitchen and saw that she was right. Had she really been in her thinking for that long? The answer was yes. The coffee was cold now. She tipped the rest of it down the sink and proceeded to rinse the cup, a mechanical action of one of the many times she did this per day, it was her secret vice.

'All right. Now, Rosie sweetie, go wash your hands and then we'll have a snack!'

Rose's eyes sparkled, green, blue, brown, black and purple as well as a multitude of other shades and colours going through the rainbow in just one blink. The girl's eyes were a crayon box. Just like her own. Her little blonde pig tails carefully fastened with pink bows (the result of a tantrum in the shop two days ago. Not that Piper was a bad mother, she just really needed the break) bobbled behind her as she ran to the bathroom. They were slightly disheveled and the young mother decided that if they had the time, she would redo them, one of the little girl's favourite activities. As her eyes were the only thing they had in common, people often wondered if the child was truly hers. Her fair skin and hair showed otherwise as she took after her father but Piper always gave a cold glare towards the people who inquired. Of course it was her own precious baby child! And how dare they think otherwise! Piper had to admit she was a little touchy on that subject. Who cared how much she looked like her father. She was hers and nothing in the world would ever change that.

And that was the reason she spent so little money on anything that was to be solely hers. The young mother needed every cent she could get her hands on to raise her daughter to be a proud young lady in the dangerous world out there. She could have gotten money from her mother or her father but her pride told her otherwise. She could manage just fine, thank you very much! But she immensely relied on her father to help her raise the child. She had a lot of respect for him, who raised her on his own.

Also, her darling Rose was the child of two powerful demigods. Though the little girl wasn't showing many abilities just yet, Piper could've sworn the child sometimes used charmspeak to avoid bath time, and storms were definitely her favourite weather (a thing which she heartily discouraged). Let aside powers, there was also the constant threat from monsters. Two demigods in the same house was bad, but Piper needed the child next to her. She often had trouble trusting the nursery where the little girl was placed (though she had checked every employees profile and assured herself that they had a minimum knowledge in self defence, and first aid, and a list of other things that were absolutely necessary to her daughter's safety).

'Done!' A quirky voice said.

'Cool! Now, where are those delicious cookies?'

Jason's POV

Jason sipped his coffee, well, it was rather a hot chocolate now. He only filled the cup half with coffee and then proceeded to pour in milk, two sugars and a lot of melted white chocolate. It was his sweet tooth that made him destroy the drink coffee, but he wouldn't had it any other way. His friends joked about him not being a man for refusing to take his coffee dark, but it was just way to bitter for him.

He was staring at the calendar, which was a bland old thing, with no pictures except a solitary gray rock. Today was his dating anniversary with Piper, the best thing that had ever happened to him. But she was with him no longer. And all of it, every single little problem they had ever had was his fault. No one else's. He would have liked to throw the blame on someone else, many times he had blamed Piper for what he had done. But he was lying to himself.

About 4 years ago, he was still with Piper. Everything was perfect. They were both 23 and they were finishing their studies, alternating between training at camp and university. Piper was just finishing her course in economics with flying colours. She didn't know what she was going to do afterwards but she was happy and confident. Jason too, had been studying, meteorological science, and preparing his thesis as to join up an important weather research lab. Of course, it was interesting to find out about what mortals thought was the cause to all the different phenomenons. It really was an interesting course, and frankly, he found it quite logical despite knowing better. During the holidays and the summer, he and Piper would be at camp and trained the newest Demi-gods to prepare them to an unforgiving world. The pair of them regularly fought off the various monsters that came and attacked them, as they lived together, and the more demigods together, the more risk there is that they would be attacked.

But then things had started to go downhill for him. Jason just liked to enjoy himself to much. Every party that some one suggested he was up to. And there were so many! It was like I keep never ending fun! And the things you could do at a party. Ever since he could legally drink, Jason had been enjoying every drop he could get. One shot there, another one here. Some more beer, what about a cocktail? It made him forget all the worries about exams and whether or not his future was sure. Sometimes, it made him forget Piper. Sure, he loved her, but he was so stupid, he thought he could do anything and that she would never mind. She never came to the parties and more than once did she have to drive out to find him completely drunk at some random stranger's party. He knew she hated when he did that, but Piper respected the fact that he needed some stress relief.

From then, it became even worse. Jason needed the alcohol. He felt he couldn't manage the week, the weekend without one swig. He became addicted. His friends tried to get him off, but he continued to go to parties and drink, and drink, and drink. Piper tried to get him away from it but he just shrugged her off. Maybe if she had used her charmspeak it would've worked, but she refused to manipulate. He started to buy the stuff, drink at home. The money was even tighter, Piper was always worried. But he always made it up to her. In the moments he was sober, he'd take her on fabulous dates, and then kiss her senseless and then... Well you get the idea. His grades went down. The university talked of kicking him out. But he didn't care. The alcohol fairy brought him so much more joy and relief.

And then there was that fateful night.

The one where he ruined everything they ever had.

It was one more party, one more drink, one more shot. The music was loud and the lights were flashy and hypnotising, with there million colours, just like her eyes. Then suddenly she appeared. It was Drew. In a skimpy black little thing, with a ton of makeup on. But Jason had been drunk. And even if he hadn't been, he was in a constant state of drowsiness. So when she slithered up to him and suggested they raise a glass to the good old days back at camp, why, he hadn't said no.

So when she writhed her body all around his and grabbed his jaw and kissed him ferociously, why, he hadn't said no. It was for the good old days. And Drew was so pretty. He'd kissed her back and she led him into a room upstairs. He couldn't resist and had ripped her clothes off.

"What about Piper?" She'd murmured into his lips.

"Who?" And they'd just laughed it off.

And then Piper came in.

He didn't know how she had known he was there. And all came down in him. He had Drew naked in his arms. And wasn't necessary to say that he had crossed the line. Piper broke down into tears and ran away while Jason was desperately trying to get his pants on. He ran after, called after her, but she was long gone.

He'd never seen her again.

That night, he'd tried to go back to their apartment but he had been locked out. When he came back the next morning, it was as though Piper had never even lived there. He'd called her countless times, texted her, did everything. But she blocked his number, probably changed hers too. She changed all her social media accounts. And everything he did to tell her he was sorry, everything was pointless.

She even disappeared from all her friends. She cut all connections because of Jason. It was as if she knew that if she was still friends with the others, he would try to talk to her. She was right in a way. No one in the mythological world knew where she was. Except maybe her mother, but seeing that she was a goddess, it wasn't like she was going to help him in his stupid mortal affairs. And even though the goddess of love loved to meddle in Piper's romantic life, he never heard from her. And then there was Annabeth. Annabeth must've known what happened, but being one of the best and most loyal friends he knew, it was sure that she was never going to betray her best friend.

He missed her. So much. It hurt.

But he deserved it.

Bing! Bing! The oven timer ringed and the shrill sound brought him back from sad-memory-land and back into the even crueler real world. The pizza was ready.

A/N So! What did you think? Once again I'd love to hear your opinion!

I (hopefully will be putting up chap 2 but I won't promise anything.

Love you all for reading,

Butterflies765