A/N Hey everyone!

It's been quite a long time hasn't it? *laughs nervously*

Well, I've had a couple of complications namely school and influenza but here I am again with a brand new (slightly shorter, sorry guys) chapter!

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So I hope you enjoy this.

Jason's POV

Jason's day had not been going very well so far. Saturday's were generally casual days. No work and all of that beautiful nonsense people call weekends, and are generally enjoyed. But of course, being the lucky guy Jason usually was, not everything could be that black and white.

Contrarily to what many people seemed to believe about his life, the weather does not just stop during the weekend (on second thought, maybe Jason could ask his dad about that...) and Jason also had the unfortunate responsibility of having to work for his weather channel on those days, when work-free people really wanted to know wether or not they could go to the beach, take a hike through the forest, or maybe just stay in and read. All of these deliciously appealing activities, were of course forbidden to Jason.

So there he had been that morning, filing through endless, complicated weather forecast that were probably all nonsense anyway, because Olympus was a riot, and endlessly thinking about Piper, and Rose. He had done such a good job trying to ignore Piper for all of those years, trying to forget her, trying to move on. But all that had been a joke, his inner self was continuously daydreaming about how he would meet her by accident and make everything up to her, and then his life would be wonderful again, and he would live happily ever after, and their would be no monsters, no quests and no annoying gods... His inner self had a tendency to ramble.

If he had talked to anyone about this, they would probably have qualified it of on obsession. But it wasn't an obsession. To Jason, the term obsession had such ugly connotations. He preferred to say he was "passionate" about them. Passion was much better. (Though he knew from his Latin lessons that passion actually came from "patior" meaning suffering, so maybe obsession was better...).

But now that his daydreaming has become a reality, he was completely lost. This was nothing like he has ever thought of. The idea that Piper could possibly have been pregnant was so absurd, that the living proof of it, also know as Rose McLean, was astounding. But for nothing in the world would he have not had that child.

Suddenly, a huge amount of cleavage was thrust into his face.

"Hey Mr Grace." Linda slurred.

His mind took a moment to respond, after being so drastically forced to think of something else that Piper and Rose. Also that he had a very low-cuff don't in front of him. He lifted his eyes, taking care not to show that much blush. "Oh hey Linda!"

"Now, what are you doing here on a Saturday?" She asked, hoisting herself on top of his desk, proceeding to spill a pot of pens, not that she seemed bothered. There now was a very exposed thigh in front of Jason's face. Linda took the term mini-skirt to another level.

"Ummmm." Jason stuttered. Something about the whole situation was very fuzzy. "I'm working. I have to work."

Linda pouted. "Work. How boring." What the heck was she doing here anyway, if it wasn't working, thought Jason. "How about we leave and we go get a waffle?"

Jason gulped. "Linda. As much as your offer sounds tempting," he tried to sound as professional as possible, "I need to work. So do you."

More pouting, but suddenly a sultry smile. "Oh, well, I suppose we could go buy that waffle after work." She twirled a loose strand of bleached hair around her finger. "I finish at 5."

Now that was a good argument. Appealing to Jason's sweet tooth twice was a good move. He nodded eagerly and she sauntered away, her hips swaying seductively. Jason was bemused. Fuzziness was filling his brain, the entire conversation had been quite strange, but Jason thought nothing of it. When he looked back at Linda, her curves seemed to blur, but that was just his imagination. He had already had that feeling somewhere, but he couldn't exactly place his finger on the exact memory... It sort of confused him, but not so much. He had a date!

And that's when he realised that he had been writing a report for tomorrow, based entirely off forecasts from 5 years ago. Jason groaned. There was still a lot of work to be done, or rather, redone. But it was all okay, because Linda was smiling at him whenever she passed by, her long legs seeming miles before his eyes.

Had he looked back on the situation, he probably would've noticed how his thoughts on Piper and Rose had disappeared really, really quickly. Unfortunately, such a thought wasn't going to cross his mind as it was already filled with the image of a certain secretary.

Finally, the clock's needles rolled around, as if it were sighing, and Jason could call it a day. He walked up to the front desk, where he knew he was going to find Linda. She was on the phone but hung up immediately when she saw him. Jason frowned, she looked funny, like as if he had taken his glasses off, but it wasn't the case. He shook his head and Linda looked fine again, if not more than fine. Somehow, she had found time to change, into an even more revealing, and even shorter dress, this sort of apparel would technically not have been considered proper to Jason, who was a stickler for rules, but his mind overlooked that.

"Shall we?" He asked politely.

"Oh yes!" She giggled. "Let's go!"

They walked over to the park, which wasn't that far. Well, Jason walked, Linda just seemed to cling to him and hope he carried her. There was a slight Autumn chill in the air. The one that nips at your nose and makes your fingers beg for a pair of gloves. Linda was only wearing a very light coat, something more for spring, and Jason seriously wondered how she wasn't cold. Her arms clinging to his seemed to radiate warmth, it was all quite strange.

When they arrived, there was a food truck quite practically just at the entrance. Jason bought a XXL waffle with marshmallows, and chocolate sauce, and sprinkles, and strawberries, and literally any other topping you could buy (and/or afford, though money definitely wasn't going to stop Jason from indulging). Linda only ordered a coffee, and when Jason ate his waffle, she seemed to gleam enviously at it.

"Would you like some?" He offered.

"No thank you." She pouted, which was quite adorable. "Can we go somewhere warm? It's freezing."

Had Jason been more aware of his surroundings, he would have been annoyed that Linda hadn't taken anything to eat, even he could tell he wanted too. Generally, girls who refused to eat for fear of getting fat, annoyed him. But right now, he was a lot more interested in the fact that she had subtly hinted at seeing his apartment.

"Sure. We could go to my flat."

"Great." Linda's eyes shined with excitement. No, not excitement, it was something sort of cruel, something that seemed to say: I've won.

They walked/clung back to his flat and once inside, Linda's gaze changed. It was like she was analysing everything, checking the whole room for something, looking, intruding. She went through he whole house quite mechanically. Gone were the sultry looked from before, and those seductive smiles. Now, there was just a cold and concentrated person, going through his belongings like she owned them already.

Jason was about to comment on the strange behaviour, when suddenly she stepped back into the hallway, seemingly finished with her observation.

"Thank you," she said calmly, iron in her gaze, "Goodbye." And she called the elevator before disappearing.

Jason was still in front of his apartment, without even having taken a step inside when the elevator bell chimed, belching out a warning of closing doors and into Jason's slightly confused ears. He walked into the small place he called home and glanced around, positively bemused at what could possibly have frozen Linda into such a state. Frankly, there was nothing peculiar or particularly frightening (except that one picture of Leo in a suit, now that was positively terrifying, who knew he could dress up?).

Something glinted in the corner of his eyes, catching his attention coldly in a clasp of silver. Oh. The dagger. Right.

Now, he had learnt over the years that keeping weapons ms in sight of mortals was not a good idea, and it often resulted in trips to the hospital or the end of what had been a blossoming friendship. Or a failed date like in this case. The Mist, with its somewhat tainted sense of humour thought that carrying various types of weapons and/or and I arsenal could easily be explained using a normal mortal context and henceforth did not request really it's divine works.

He walked over to the shelf and took the gleaming silver into his hands and weighed it out once more. This was not made for him, he'd already established that, and despite what Thalia had said, he was pretty sure it would fit her like a glove, after all, it was quite light and Thalia was stuck at the adolescent stage, not getting any younger. It was made for a small hand, but the blade was quite particular, on one side it was only smooth and sharp, so sharp that if you ran your finger over it, blood would stain the iron, whereas the other side was jagged metal, more like a saw and just as deadly.

He looked closer at the intricate design on the handle and observed the delicate silver strands were twisted into stunning arabesques that formed an overall gracious form. The mark of Jupiter shined like the moon in the morning sky against the dark shadow of his cupped hand, eerily reminding him of his sister. He closed his palm and covered the dagger with a cloth before hiding in behind a frame of him and his colleagues from when the channel had celebrated its 25 years. It was extremely boring and dust had collected on it, carefully layering over the bland bored faces of mortals. Perfect. Now that sure wouldn't scare any dates away.

He stepped back to admire his handiwork and suddenly heard a small cough behind him.

Sitting on his sofa was the most beautiful woman he had every seen, spools of glossy auburn hair cascaded down her shoulders and down to her waist. She had the fairest skin he had ever seen and lips so red he wondered for a moment if it wasn't actually blood. Her eyes were glinting all the colours of the rainbow ever changing, kaleidoscope eyes.

"Jason darling!" She exclaimed, pearly whites appearing as she dazzled him with a smile that could have made any man turn mad. He was quite frozen in surprise and could barely utter a couple of words.

"Have we met?" He managed, while his brain omitted more important questions such as how did you get in, what are you doing on my sofa, would you please leave, which are generally the type of responses a human utters when they find a perfect stranger in their house.

The woman sighed and stretched out her long legs before pretending to flick some sort of imaginary dust off her 15 inch high sandals (yes she was wearing sandals despite the fact that they were in November and that it was really, really cold out there). "No I don't suppose we have. Or maybe we have, such meetings are so trifle, I always seem to forget them. Anyway, shame though, you are quite handsome."

She seemed to be emanating a sort of power that made it impossible for Jason to concentrate on anything else apart from her. "Umm..." He stuttered.

"Well, you know my daughter quite well, so cute you were, not quite as cute as the other two, what's their name already? Oh right, Percy and Annabeth. Absolutely adorable those two."

Jason gave her an intent look, this random woman was sitting on his sofa and rambling about how cute his friends were. Now that could only be one person.

"Your daughter."

"Oh yes, you should know her, Piper, I saw her the other day, that was nice and..."

"Piper."

"No, my other daughter Nikita!" She sighed exasperated. "Of course Piper! Why do you think I would be here if I wasn't talking about her!"

Realisation struck Jason and he knelt before the woman, head bowed in resignation as he had been taught. "My lady Venus, how may I be of service to you?"

A smile played against her lips and she uncrossed her legs to recross them the other way around. "It's Aphrodite at the moment darling, but finally someone who knows how to properly greet an Olympian. I must tell your father that he raised a good child, so much unlike mine! Piper never greets me the way she should, maybe you could teach her that when you see each other? Oh and if you had some champagne in a golden chalice, that would be rather lovely."

Jason got up again. Politeness could only go too far. It's not like he particularly appreciated the gods, they sort of had ruined his life so he wasn't going to be Aphrodite's slave. "I am sorry my lady, I do not own a golden chalice nor champagne. What is the purpose of your visit."

She harrumphed. "What makes you think I came for something, what if I just wanted to visit!"

"Excuse my brunt ways, my lady, but frankly, I am not one of your children and so far in my life, godly intervention has only led to dangerous and somewhat futile quests. You must understand I learn from experience."

"What a silly idea! No, no, no! I just wanted to tell you that you were going to be wanting something from me, very soon, and wanting it very badly. But my favours aren't free. So if you were to go get this little trinket of mine I lost recently..."

Ah right. He had found the purpose of her visit. "I am sorry my lady, but vague prophecies of any sort aren't quite on my list at the moment. As for your trinket, I am quite sure camp half blood is bursting with young eager demigods who are much more willing and better trained to go on this quest. Now if you'd excuse me, I have business to attend to."

Aphrodite frowned and got up, her size growing and earning more importance. "You will regret your impertinence, young demigod. And you will need that favour, trust me. And you will go on that quest, you can be sure of that too." She shrunk back to a normal human size. "Oh well, must be going! Ta-ta my dear Jason! Send my love to Piper and the sweet darling Rose!"

There was an explosion of glitter and the goddess disappeared. Pink glitter was floating everywhere. Jason hoped the goddess thought she was funny because he sure didn't, cleaning glitter was very annoying and rather a tedious task.

Her ominous predictions worried him and he hoped he wouldn't have to be subject to her for some sort of impossible task for a favour he was apparently going to need, well that was just Aphrodite for you. Meanwhile, he had other things to do, namely one, Taking care of the Linda incident, all while trying to figure out what Piper meant to him, truly.

A/N sooooo. What did you think?

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