Hey! Something that's so typical of me - I'm starting another story even though I'm done none of my other stories! Yay!

I know that I have a lot of unfinished things, but this idea just popped into my mind, so I just had to write it down. This is a collection of one-shots of AUs, or alternate endings or plots of the series Heroes of Olympus. You see, I read snippets of The Mark of Athena, and I didn't like some it, or thought of it too short, so I just took random parts of it, as well as the first two books, and written them as I might have wanted it to be like.

So this is one of many scenarios I had of the reunion in the Mark of Athena. I dunno...just give it a read, and tell me what you think.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: If I owned HOO or PJO, then why wouldn't I just write whatever ending I wanted instead of doing it here?

Entering the Argo II

"Jason?"

"Ugh..." Said boy blinks his eyes open, groggily trying to find the source of this voice. It sounded a bit giggly, but with a hint of pain.

A finger pokes him in the stomach. "What the Pluto!" he curses, shooting right up. He looks around the control room and finds a blonde girl in front of him.

Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena, stands over him, her dark grey eyes looking at his sleepy figure as she smirks, holding out a tissue. "Morning, Jason," she says, laughing at his confusion.

"Wha..." Jason Grace looks out the ship window and sees the sun high up in the sky. "It's afternoon..." he states, scratching his head. Ten seconds later, realization suddenly settles in, and his sky blue eyes widen. "Oh my gods! I slept through my whole shift! Did we crash? Why are we here?" Jason continues to freak out until Annabeth rolls her eyes. "Well?" Jason demands, crossing his arms.

She shakes her head. "No, Leo had it on auto-pilot the whole time." Jason's face turns tomato red and she laughs again, shoving the unwanted tissue into his hand. "Here, you may need this."

The son of Jupiter looks at her strangely. "Why?"

The blonde girl laughs. "You drool in your sleep. And you snore," she adds, watching his face turn redder by the second.

Jason pouts. "I do not." But when he touches his chin and feels something wet, he realizes that she's right, and he goes even more red, if that's possible.

Annabeth looks pass them, searching for a certain dark-haired boy. It's both interesting and painful to have her boyfriend's replacement have some of the same habits. Her eyes are clouded with sadness as she surveys the crowd of Romans standing outside as they wait for orders to attack them. "We're here," she says, walking closer to the window. "But they're all just standing there with their weapons aimed at us while some matters are resolved. They'll only talk to Leo because he's the pilot, and they feel uneasy about a daughter of Athena." The Greek ignores the glares and suspicious looks the Romans are giving her as she looks at the camp with a wistful expression. "It's beautiful here."

Jason only nods as he glances out at his home, and finds that some of the legionnaires recognize his face as they wave cautiously. He waves back, his free hand tugging at the hem of his Camp Jupiter t-shirt. "How long?" he asks, giving a small smile to his legion.

"I don't know," the daughter of Athena replies, playing with her camp necklace. "Some guy had said that they needed to consult with their praetors, centurions, and the augury before letting us in."

Jason looks up immediately at the sound of 'praetors.' Could she be talking about Reyna? If so, then who's the other praetor? Staring at Annabeth, he knows the answer. Percy Jackson. Of course this legendary Greek was; after all, they switched places, did they not?

"Do you remember them?" The Greek asks, eyeing the happiness that dawned on nearly all the Romans' faces as they stare at Jason.

"Yeah." He tries his best to swallow the lump in his throat as he searches for his friends in the crowd. There's no sign of Bobby, Dakota, or Gwen. And of course, there's no sign of Reyna either.

"Jason?" The Roman looks around at the sound of his name and sees Piper starting by the doorway, looking nervous.

"Hey, Pipes," he greets her, but there's an uncomfortable feeling rising, and he doesn't know why. Suddenly, he wishes that Reyna would just barge right in and beat the Pluto out of him. He doesn't think he'll feel at home even with all these familiar faces around him until she does that.

"I'll leave you two alone," Annabeth says, smiling knowingly at Piper. The Cherokee girl blushes and Jason bites the inside of his cheek.

The door closes behind Annabeth, and the two of them stare at each other, not knowing what to say.

"Nice camp," Piper comments, breaking the silence. "It looks just like Ancient Rome."

"That was the point." He winces as soon as the words came out. Jason didn't intend to sound snobbish, but he couldn't help but feel that this was wrong, and what he really should be doing is leaving this ship and looking for Reyna.

Piper is looking at him strangely, and he smiles apologetically. "I'm sorry," he begins, and he sees that she understands that something is wrong, "but I just can't do this right now."

The smile falls from her lips as she gets what he's saying. "What's her - " she starts, but the daughter of Aphrodite is interrupted by a sound of impact outside the control room.

Piper stares quizzically at Jason who shrugs, and she opens the door to reveal Annabeth hugging a dark-haired boy tightly.

"Oh my gods, Percy," Annabeth breathes, pulling away to stare into his sea green eyes. "You will never do that to me again."

"Chill, Wise Girl," Percy responds, grinning at her. "It's pretty nice here, actually."

She continues to stare at him, then pulls him into another bone-crushing hug. "Can't - breathe..." Percy gets out, looking over at Jason, and his eyes widen.

"Are you -" The son of Poseidon begins, but a new voice cuts his off and it didn't sound happy.

"Perseus Jackson, you idiotic Graceus, you cannot just run off like that!" A dark-haired girl with chocolate eyes barges in, her hand resting on her pugio. Jason does a double take, and realizes that it's Reyna. "If you leave me with Octavian like that again, I'll -" Reyna suddenly looks around and sees that there are more people around than she had thought. Her dark eyes flit around the room, skips Jason, then shoots right back at the blonde, and she freezes. "Jason..?" she croaks out, her hand falling to her side.

"In all my glory," the blonde boy jokes, opening his arms so they could have a nice reunion like Annabeth and Percy.

Instead, she walks up to him and slaps him across the face.

"Jupiter!" Jason yelps, his blue eyes bewildered. "What was that for?"

"For leaving," the praetor says simply, staring at him to see if he's real.

"I'm sorry! I didn't plan to," Jason defends himself, rubbing his red cheek. "All I wanted was a hug and a 'it's good to have you back' speech. Is that too much to ask for?"

Reyna rolls her eyes and gives him a hug gingerly. "Welcome back, Lightning McQueen." She hears Percy snicker at the nickname, but Reyna ignores him. She tries her best to sound monotone to not give too much away, but it's hard with him centimetres away from her. Reyna looks up at the blonde. "Are you happy?

"Yes."

"Good." The war daughter tries to pull away, but the son of Jupiter holds onto her tightly, rapping his arms around her waist. "Just because I said 'good' doesn't mean I'm done with my welcome yet."

"Lovely," she says sarcastically. "We have other things to do, you know."

"I know," he replies, and for a moment, they both pretend that only the two of them existed, and only the two of them mattered. "I missed you, did you know that?"

"I didn't," Reyna answers, smiling into his shirt. "But I do know that you were missed."

"But whom may I ask?" He pokes her side, and laughs when she jumps slightly.

"The Spanish Queen," she answers softly before pulling away and quickly erasing the blush from her cheeks. "My legion will not attack you," Reyna says, addressing everyone in the room. "Come and have dinner with us." The daughter of Bellona pauses and looks around the ship before smoothing out her toga. "We have much to discuss."

As all the Greeks and Roman (and a half) exit the ship, Reyna feels as if someone is watching her. She casually looks back and finds the Cherokee girl glaring at her.

Reyna raises an eyebrow, curious of how someone hated her already.

What's her problem?

I'm disappointed at the lack of interaction between the Romans and Greeks, and the lack of interaction between Jason and Reyna, so you'll see a lot of that here...

For people who are waiting for my other stories, remember that I sneak onto my laptop to write things. I mean, I wrote the rough draft of this last night, and have been typing it up when my mother either takes a shower, or is going shopping. It's a good thing I type fast. So don't expect too much updates until Christmas. My marks are dropping (I have the worst average in French, trust me) so more studying, less writing. -_-

Please read and review! I love and read every single review that's written to me, and even though I don't really reply due to little to no time, I do appreciate all of them. You guys are amazing, ya know that?

-DOTE