Alright, so I'm not super happy with this chapter, it's more of a filler. It's also been more than six months since I last updated, and you guys deserved something. I actually think my writing may have improved a bit, so that's something.

I'm really sorry about how long its been since I posted anything, but writing started to lose its appeal for me awhile ago, and anything I did manage to scrape out was sub par at best. I would rather not write at all than publish something I know isn't my best, so I stopped writing. Recently, my creativity has come back to me, so hopefully I can get cranking with this story. I hope.

Be that as it may, I also have an extremely insane schedule, so all updates will be entirely sporadic.

Enjoy!

The plains of Montana were empty. The bison had run off, sensing the three vampires approaching from the east. Jasper stopped in the center. Peter and Charlotte came up behind him. Two days and not even a hint of Andy's existence. It was like she had faded off the face of the planet. The horizon was empty, not even a cloud in sight. A deep breath filled Jasper's dead lungs. He closed his eyes as he released the air.

"Y'alright there, brother?" Peter's cold hand landed on Jasper's equally cold shoulder, squeezing tightly. "It's only been a few days. We'll find her."

Jasper shrugged off the hand. He didn't answer. He didn't have to. Peter knew him better than anyone else living. Better than even Andy or Chiron. He took another deep breath, this time scenting the air. Nothing. How could someone disappear so entirely without leaving even a trace of scent behind? It was impossible, even for a vampire. Some higher immortal power had their hands in this.

Jasper turned his head just enough to catch Peter's eyes, a mix of red and grey. Peter had never been against sucking dry a few criminals. Peter nodded, and Jasper took off across the plains. As he ran thoughts flitted through his head.

What were the odds that an amnesiac Roman would show up at Camp just after the disappearance of his mate? The son of Jupiter had something to do with Andrea's disappearance, and Jasper would find out what, even if he had to raze New Rome itself with his bare hands.

The motel they had stopped in looked like it hadn't been cleaned in months. Jasper swatted the dust bunny away from his face. He was sat on the lumpy bed, legs crossed in front of him. Wet curls dripped into his face, water droplets pooling on his high cheekbones. The shower shut off, and Peter walked out, dropping down beside his the silent vampire.

"Something's bothering you," Peter said. "Something apart from Andrea's disappearance." Jasper turned his head to glance at Peter's anxious face.

Jasper had first met Peter during his captivity in New Rome. During the last war between the Romans and the Greeks. Peter had been so young, barely four years old and the only son of Minerva that had ever crossed the borders of Camp Jupiter. His captors had sent Peter down to Jasper with food and water once every day. They couldn't let him die, not with all the information they could torture out of him.

Peter was the only nice thing Jasper could remember from his time there. The little boy who was bullied and abused all because his he was the son of a maiden goddess. Jasper had befriended Peter, and, when he made his mistake, he took his half-brother with him back to Camp Half-Blood. Some of the others hadn't understood, but Chiron took one look at Jasper's desperate, beaten face and agreed to let little Peter stay. Years later, after Jasper had forsaken Camp Half-Blood and been turned by Maria, Peter, now twenty-three, came looking for him and accepted the bite to spend eternity by his brother's side.

Over the years, they had come and gone as they pleased. Peter running from Maria with his mate Charlotte, and Jasper following them only to end up leaving to join the Cullen Coven. They always came back to each other, though, and they had never lost the bond they had formed in the prison cell under New Rome.

"It's the Roman boy," Jasper said, his voice barely above a whisper. Peter could hear him just fine. "What are the odds that he shows up with two Greeks three days after Andy goes missing. You can't tell me there's nothing suspicious about that."

Peter was silent for a minute, face dark at the thought of his old home. "You think she's there?" he asked finally, black eyes glaring at the floor in front of him.

"I think that's where she'll end up. But Jason Grace wasn't brought directly to Camp. He was left with a satyr and two other demigods. What if she's at the Roman equivalent?"

"I can send someone to check if she's with Lupa, Jasper, but demigods don't stay with her long. She'll be left on the street to fend for herself before long."

Jasper frowned. Letting barely trained demigods out on the street to make their own way was like asking monsters to go eat them. Jason's memory had been wiped. Would Andy's be too? Would she remember how to defend herself when Lupa forced her out on her own? Did she even still have Riptide with her?

Six Months Later
June

Jasper stared at the giant ship in front of him. A bronze dragon head gazed down at him from atop the bow, and the name ARGO II was proudly inscribed on its starboard side. This ship had been over 150 years in the making, and it finally stood in front of him, ready to make its maiden voyage across the country to Camp Jupiter. Jasper grabbed his bag and climbed aboard. Jason, Piper, Leo, and Gleeson Hedge stood on deck awaiting him, their final crew member.

"I can't believe I'm finally going back," Jason said eagerly.

His face could barely contain his glee, and Jasper felt it trying to wash over his own feelings of terror. Over 150 years. March 4th, 1860, the day he had been taken as a prisoner of war during the Battle of Columbia. For just under a year he had been held in a prison in Camp Jupiter. He had never been back. And now, he was flying there on a battleship, to find Andy. Would she even remember him? How long had she even been in New Rome for? Would she be willing to leave with him?

"You okay, Jas?" Leo asked quietly

Jasper blinked. He hadn't even realized the little fire bug had come over to him. He nodded his head, leaning against the rail of the Argo II. He needed to keep his head in the game. He was going to Camp Jupiter to form and alliance with the very people his entire soul burned with hatred for. But there were bigger problems than his own century-old grudge. A war was coming, and the only way they could win was forgetting about past scars and working together.