Summery:AU: Fem!Percy. Set during the lost hero. She was born a roman. But was forced to live a Greek. What if Percy was born a roman and was forced to go to the Greek camp where she has to fulfil the great prophecy. What happens when she is reunited with her best friend Jason grace, who she met when she was two years old at the wolf house, where she grew up? read to find out. Fem!Percy/Jason. Re-write of my story Second Chances. Read and review.

Hey guys. Ok so this is the re-write of second chances. I read that story and it wasn't all that good. So I decided to re-write it. This starts in the lost hero, when Jason comes to camp instead of the lightning thief. And don't worry the characters haven't changed, mush

This chapter is dedicated to my best friend, who gave me the name for my story.

I hope this chapter is good. Just let me know which story is better. Sorry if I get some of the things wrong. I haven't read the second series recently.

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Disclaimer: I don't own PJO or HOO or any of the characters.

Chapter 1

Jason woke up at the back of a bus, with a horrible head ache, holding hands with a girl. She wore faded jeans, hiking boots, and a fleece snowboarding jacket. Her chocolate brown hair was cut choppy and uneven, with thin strands braided down the sides. She wore no makeup like she was trying not to draw attention to herself, but it didn't work.

She was seriously pretty. Her eyes seemed to change colour like a kaleidoscope—brown, blue, and green. But the only problem was he didn't know who he was or what he was doing here.

Relax. He told himself. Take a deep breath.

What was his name?

Jason. Yes, that was his name. He was Jason Grace.

There were a few dozen kids sprawled in the seats in front of him, listening to iPods, talking, or sleeping. They all looked around his age … fifteen? Sixteen? Okay, that was scary. He didn't know his own bus rumbled along a bumpy road. Out the windows, desert rolled by under a bright blue sky. He didn't belong here. The last thing he remembered...

"-son? Jason?" Jason snapped out his trance. He had lost his memories.

"Jason? Are you okay?" the girl asked with a concerned expression on her face.

"I'm sorry, I-I-I don't..." he said, letting go of her hand.

"Alright listen up, cupcakes," said a guy in the front.

He was obviously a coach. His baseball cap was pulled low over his hair, so you could just see his beady eyes. He had a wispy goatee and a sour face, like he'd eaten something mouldy. His buff arms and chest pushed against a bright orange polo shirt. His nylon workout pants and Nikes were spotless white. A whistle hung from his neck, and a megaphone was clipped to his belt. He would've looked pretty scary if he hadn't been five foot zero. Jason was pretty sure none of the students took him seriously.

When he stood up in the aisle, one of the students called, "Stand up, Coach Hedge!"

The coach scowled, scanning the bus for the kid who said that, his eyes zeroing on Jason. His scowl deepened. Jason was sure he was going to call him out to explain what he was doing there and who he was. The problem was Jason didn't know those things himself.

"Now—" he started saying. Jason sighed in relief. He didn't call him out.

"I'm sorry, coach," said a boy in front of Jason. "I can't hear you. Can you use your microphone?"

The coach grunted, looking pleased to use the megaphone. He opened his mouth to say something, but the only thing that came out of the microphone was:

"The cow says moo"

The kids around Jason roared with laughter.

"Valdez!" the coach yelled.

"Leo," said the girl next to Jason, referring to the boy who had spoken earlier. "How did you do that?"

Leo turned around to look at them. He looked like a Latino Santa's elf, with curly black hair, pointy ears, a cheerful, babyish face, and a mischievous smile that told you right away this guy should not be trusted around matches or sharp objects. His long, nimble fingers wouldn't stop moving—drumming on the seat, sweeping his hair behind his ears, fiddling with the buttons of his army fatigue jacket. Either the kid was naturally hyper or he was hopped up on enough sugar and caffeine to give a heart attack to a water buffalo.

"What can I say? I'm just that awesome," he said with a grin.

She opened her mouth to say something, but Coach Hedge was talking, without the megaphone this time.

"We'll arrive in five minutes! Stay with your partner. Don't lose your worksheet. And if any of you precious little cupcakes causes any trouble on this trip, I will personally send you back to campus the hard way."

He picked up a baseball bat and made like he was hitting a homer.

"Can he talk like that?" Jason asked looking at Leo and the girl.

"Yep. He always has," said Leo, looking at him.

"This is the wilderness school. Where we are animals," the girl said. The way she said it was like they had this conversation before. A lot of times.

"There has to be some mistake," he started saying. "I'm not supposed to be here"

"Yeah, sure, whatever you say dude. And I didn't run away six times and Piper didn't steal that BMW," Leo sighed.

"I told you. I didn't steal it." The girl—Piper, apparently—replied, blushing.

"Right. What was your story? Oh, yes you asked him to give it to you," he said, raising an eyebrow at Jason, as if saying, can you believe her?

"Anyway, I hope you have your worksheet. I used it for spit ball weeks ago," Leo told Jason.

To say Jason was confused would be the understatement of the century. He didn't even know who these people were. What was he doing here? He was pretty sure he didn't do anything like Piper or Leo. Or did he?

"Jason? Are you okay?" Piper asked. "You're looking at me funny."

"I don't know who you people are or what I'm doing here," he answered, as truthfully as he could.

"Sure you don't. I'm not your best friend and Pipers not your girlfriend.''

Piper blushed deep red when Leo said girlfriend, but Jason didn't remember anything. He didn't even belong here.

"I really don't know who you people are," he insisted.

"You're right. I am an alien who has taken control of your best friend. Bow down to me before I blast you to bits," said Leo with a fake accent, a crocodile grin on his face.

"Ha ha, very funny, Leo," Piper drawled sarcastically.

"Seriously guys. What am I doing here? Where are we going?"

"Jason, you're joking, right?" Piper said, looking at him with concern.

"He's definitely joking. You're trying to take revenge on me for the Jell-O and shaving cream thing, aren't you?" asked Leo, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Leo, I think he's serious. Maybe he's got like amnesia or something," Piper fussed.

"Do you have amnesia?" Leo asked Jason. Beside him, Piper rolled her eyes.

"Leo!" she scolded.

"Sorry. Okay so we're your friends. Well, Piper is more than your friend—''

"Leo!" Piper snapped again, beat red, but Jason just blinked at them in confusion. He was pretty sure he would remember if he had a girlfriend.

"Sorry. And I'm your best friend and your master. You always do as I say—" Leo continued, only to be cut off by Piper hitting him upside his head.

"Ow. Jeez, Piper, you hit hard," he whined. Piper rolled her eyes again and turned back towards Jason. She open her mouth to say something, but she was cut off by Coach Hedge.

"Alright cupcakes, we're here. All of you get out of the bus," he ordered, still glaring at Jason.

Jason gulped and got out of his seat.

As he walked, Jason slipped his hand inside his pocket, where there was a coin. The coin felt important. Someone very special had given it to him. He wished he could remember. Jason slipped the coin back to his pocket. Some instinct told him to hold on to it.

"Piper!" a guy called, who was walking up to them.

He had dark hair cut Superman style, a deep tan, and teeth so white they should've come with a warning label: do not stare directly at teeth. Permanent blindness may occur. He wore a Dallas Cowboys jersey, Western jeans and boots, and he smiled like he was God's gift to juvenile delinquent girls everywhere. Jason hated him instantly.

"What are you doing talking to these losers? Your my partner, remember?" he said, smirking a little at Jason.

"Go away, Dylan. I don't want to work with you" Piper grumbled, glaring angrily.

"You know you want to. Everybody does," Dylan said, grinning.

Piper rolled he eyes and started walking with Dylan at her heels telling her how awesome he was.

"I hate that guy. He's all 'I'm soo cool, everyone wants to date me.' I wish I could push him off the edge," said Leo, an annoyed look on his face.

"Come on," Jason said. "Let's catch up with the rest of the class."

Annabeth, on the other hand, was currently on her way to the Poseidon cabin, to wake her best friend, Andy. Annabeth Chase: daughter of Athena, curly blonde hair, stormy grey eyes. She was also the smartest person at camp, as well as one of the prettiest, but you shouldn't let her beauty fool you. She was a fierce warrior.

Annabeth knocked the door of the Poseidon cabin, to which, unsurprisingly, there was no answer. She rolled her eyes; Andy could sleep all day if you let her.

Andy Jackson was the daughter of Poseidon. She was Annabeth's best friend since they were twelve years old, when Andy had first come to camp.

"Andy, I'm coming in!" she yelled, opening the door.

Annabeth stepped into the Poseidon cabin, and found her best friend passed out on the bed.

"Andy," she said, shaking her shoulder roughly. She had learned a long time ago to never be soft with Andy while waking her up. It would take forever that way.

"Andy!" she yelled again, smacking her shoulder harder. Annabeth sighed. There was only one way to wake her up.

"Andy, BLUE PANCAKES!" she yelled, at the top of her lungs.

"Pancakes? Where? I want some!" said Andy, falling of the bed.

Annabeth burst out laughing. She would never get tired of this.

"Annabeth, why do you always do that?" she groaned, getting off the floor and walking into the bathroom.

"'Cause its funny," she replied, grinning.

Andy had deep sea green eyes and straight but messy black hair. And she loved eating. Her stomach was like a bottomless pit.

Andy had a hard life. Her birth mother was a drug addict and an alcoholic. When Andy was two years old, her father had taken her to some woman who raised her and taught her how to fight. She stayed with her until she was twelve years old, and then found her way to Camp Half-Blood.

After she came to camp, it became her home. She tried looking for her mother, but she had died in a car crash not long after Andy had left. But her mother had a sister named Sally Jackson. Andy had met Sally when she was visiting her mother's grave when she was thirteen years old. Sally didn't have any kids. She was married to Paul Blofis, who was a teacher at Goode high. Then, Andy had started living with Sally during the school year.

"-beth? ANNABETH!" she heard Andy calling her, breaking her out of her train of thought.

"You were thinking again weren't you? Come on. I don't wanna miss breakfast," she called, walking towards the door.

"Actually Andy, you missed breakfast," Annabeth said.

"What? Nooooo!" Andy yelled dramatically. Annabeth rolled her eyes. "Why did you wake me up then? I would have slept till lunch! This is just unfair, Annabeth. First you wake me up by saying blue pancakes, and then you say I missed breakfast," she whined.

Annabeth sighed. Her best friend was so childish.

"Andy. I had a dream," she said.

Andy's expression changed from annoyed to serious. The playful glint in her eyes vanished and her eyes filled with concern. They both knew demigod dreams sucked.

"What-?" she started saying, but Annabeth cut her off.

"It was Hera. She told me to go to the Grand Canyon. She said it was really important for the next Great Prophecy. She told me to find the guy with one shoe," she said. Andy's expression turned worried. They both knew what she was talking about.

A few months ago, after the Second Titan War, when the first Great Prophecy was fulfilled by Andy, their mortal friend Rachel became the Oracle. She had given her first prophecy that day. Apollo had assured them that it would not occur for a long time. The first Great Prophecy about Andy had been around for nearly eighty years. This one couldn't possibly happen any time soon. But Annabeth felt uneasy for some reason. She felt like she was missing something.

"Are you sure it was Hera?" Andy asked, looking at Annabeth. She understood why. Annabeth was Hera's least favourite demigod. Why would she contact her, of all people?

"Andy, have you had an contact with Poseidon after the titan war?" she asked.

"Once. But that was just after the war. After that, nothing," Andy replied. Annabeth nodded, as though she had expected it.

"My mom hasn't been answering my prayers either. Olympus has been shut down. I'm not allowed inside either." Annabeth had been made the official architect of Olympus after winning the Titan War. She had spent almost all of her free time there, overlooking the re-construction of Olympus.

"I think something big is about to happen. It's like the gods are scared or something," Andy theorized. Annabeth nodded. She had that feeling too.

"But what I don't understand is why Hera contacted me. The least helpful goddess contacting her least favourite demigod," she said, a little annoyed.

"Annabeth, maybe we should just go. I know Hera is not your favourite goddess, but we still can't ignore a direct order from the Queen of the Gods," Andy reasoned.

Annabeth sighed. She knew Andy was right, but that didn't mean she had to be happy about it.

"I'll tell Chiron. Will you come with me?" she asked, looking at Andy, almost pleading.

Andy nodded.

"Fine. We'll leave in half an hour," she yelled after Andy, who was walking towards the stables, and headed towards the Big House to tell Chiron.

So basically, the PJO series is over. Percy came to camp half blood when she was twelve years old and defeated the minotaur and all that. But she was raised in the roman camp, and was best friends with Jason for nearly 10 years. So she leaves when she was twelve years old and stays in the Greek camp. Her mother is dead. And she was adopted by sally, as explained. I know there are a lot of loose ends, but they will all be explained as the story unfolds.

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Next chapter, Percy and Jason reunite.