I so want to do Jack Harkness from Doctor Who for this chapter. But I won't. Because this is a Rick Riordan one. Otherwise I would totally do that. But instead, I have to make a character Omnisexual because there's no characters that are canonly known as being omnisexual. I'm doing Piper.

Also, I changed the title.

AND SPOILER ALERT FOR THE BURNING MAZE. IF YOU HAVEN'T READ IT YET, SKIP THIS ONE BECAUSE MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE BURNING MAZE.

It had been two years since Jason had been struck by Caligula and killed. A year since Piper had screamed his name, over and over, as if it was a ritual which could bring him back. She'd begun to recover, after many long hours spent crying, her quiet sobs filling the room and shaking her body. So long crying out, pleading for someone to be there, to comfort her, to bring Jason back. Her father had tried to help her, but he couldn't; he didn't understand what had happened. When they had returned to her home, Jason's body scarred and bleeding and wounded, and her father had come rushing up the hill, she had wanted to yell at him to stop; and then the Mist had gone to work, and her father assumed it had been a surfing accident, a death on the waves with helpless people, people who couldn't help and were there, watching a death from afar, as a life closed and was torn away from the world. After all Jason had done - after all he'd completed, they'd ripped away his sacrifice too. And she'd been so angry, screaming and sobbing and shaking. He had a life, friends, a camp, people relying on him, and then Caligula had murdered him, taken it away.

Slowly, she'd begun to recover. With Mellie's help, her constant comfort, her presence, she'd healed, like a restitched patch in a torn blanket.

And after a while, many months after Jason's funeral, when she'd lowered his coffin into the ground and broken down in the middle of it, she thought of Thalia's reaction.

Even with how much she missed him, Piper couldn't begin to imagine what it would've been like for Thalia.

Thalia, the daughter of Zeus, the Hunter who liked to pretend she was always okay. His sister, who'd lost him twice. Once, when Jason was two, willingly given away by his mother, to Hera. Who, so many years later, still couldn't speak his name, who no one knew about. Thalia, who had been ecstatic to find him alive, even without his memories of her. And now, he was gone. Again – once more, and this time, forever. She'd come to his funeral, her snark gone, crying, screaming, a wreck. Piper had watched while she cursed the gods – cursed them for taking Jason away from her, cursed them for the life of a demigod, for not even caring while their kids were killed, brutally and young. And then she'd collapsed, and Piper couldn't approach her. Eventually, her sobs dried, her body trembling, eyes stormy with rage and sorrow and lost hope. The girl had walked away, attempting to regain her posture. Piper hadn't been able to face her until days later, when she'd found Thalia crying whilst she thought she was alone, close to the lake at Camp Half Blood, staring blankly at the Zeus cabin, where Jason would be if he were still alive. Piper had reached out to her, and they'd bonded. Bonded over Jason, with tears, and weak, tentative smiles. They'd helped each other – through the pain and fresh loss of the son of Jupiter, and, with time, became friends. Strong friends, an unspoken friendship. At one point, Thalia had offered her a place in the Hunt, but she'd refused, saying,

"I'm not sure, Thalia. I think – I think it was just Jason, but …" she'd trailed off, but Thalia nodded, like she understood the words Piper couldn't say.

Two girls, hurt and pained, bonding over the loss of a brother, a cousin, a partner.

But since then, so long had passed, and Thalia had recovered – mostly. At times, when something reminded her too much of her brother, she would struggle not to break in front of the Hunt, but she couldn't help her hand trembling, her breath sharpening, excusing herself quickly to be alone. Alone, uninterrupted, where she couldn't be seen. Sometimes the hunters looked for her, but other times they left her alone, in solitude.

Piper had mostly recovered, too, after the length of two years without Jason. And while Thalia was in the Hunt and rarely at camp, they remained friends – their unforgotten time together, helping each other, burned fresh in their minds, even though it seemed so long ago. She'd taken up training more often – getting rid of her emotions through slashes of her dagger, through destroying the dummies and fighting the campers – and, when they visited, Thalia.

And two years after Jason had been killed, she started to believe she might fall for someone else. Part of her felt guilty – guilty for being happy at times when Jason was dead. Guilty for even thinking, however briefly, about a relationship other than the dead boy. She had been in love with him; she partly still was. But she couldn't help but notice one girl in particular, the girl who's rare smile lit the room, like a light leading her in this world of darkness. And the one girl Piper did not want to like. Out of everyone – literally every single person, girl, boy, non-binary, Transgender or any other gender, but, instead, she fell for one girl – tough, burning, like fire and rage and storm. A daughter of Ares, a fighter, with spears and a history of slaughtering monsters.

Clarisse La Rue.

A vicious fighter, head counsellor of the Ares cabin, and looked like she would never like anyone that way. Except she did – someone, Piper learned, named Chris.

Which meant, generally, that Piper would end up liking her – and, with her luck, it made sense.

So when Thalia offered her, once again, a place in the Hunt, she explained this to her in soft tones, her eyes steely.

"Thanks, Thalia but . . ."

She rolled her eyes. "Okay, who is it?"

Piper raised an eyebrow.

"You were quite eager to join the hunt, but you thought – maybe it's only because – because of -" she swallowed, and then continued, her My Chemical Romance shirt not quite fitting in with her silver Circlet, which marked her as lieutenant of the Hunt.

"I – not someone good," Piper decided to say. "Not anyone good to end up liking."

Thalia groaned. "It never is," she said, tapping her fingers on her bow. "But I want a proper reason why not. So, who?"

"Just – no one," Piper answered, attempting to avoid the question. It wasn't that she cared about not being straight – no, she'd always known she'd be accepted, as the demigods had a lot more to worry about than someone being another sexuality, it was that no one actually knew what Omnisexual was. The few times she'd told anyone, she'd generally received a 'What?', until she changed it to bi. She hated it; hated doing that, when it wasn't who she was. But she'd done it so people wouldn't bug her, say she was trying to feel special when she wasn't.

"Piper."

Piper swallowed and glanced sideways at Thalia, where she stood leaning against a tree.

"Clarisse," she grumbled.

Thalia's eyebrows shot up. "Clarisse?"

Piper didn't say anything, but she waited tensely for the,

"You're not straight? Since when have you been gay? You dated my brother!"

She knew it wasn't fair, but it was quite natural, even though she did know Thalia wouldn't care. She considered that Thalia wouldn't actually say anything about her sexuality.

"That's – that's – everyone, and Clarisse?"

"I know!" Piper protested. "Literally anyone and then it decides that, no, it's got to be Clarisse." It wasn't that Clarisse was a bad person, no, it was just that Clarisse would never like her. For one, the girl had a boyfriend, and for another, she was straight.

Thalia glanced at her. "It's never too late to join the Hunt. There's plenty of hot girls there," she winked.

She fought a blush. 'I don't think -"

Thalia laughed. "And you are . . .?" She trailed off, but Piper got her meaning. What sexuality are you?

"Omni." She answered, slightly hesitant.

"Hmmm," Thalia mused. "So – anyone, but you have a preference for gender?"

Piper was surprised. Thalia actually knew what it was. Hardly anyone did, nowadays.

Thalia leaned towards her. "Yeah? And what gender is it?" she whispered into her ear.

Piper pushed her away. "Thalia."

Thalia let out a laugh.

"Thalia!" someone called from a few hundred meters away, a bow in hand and a small amount of blood on her dagger.

Thalia sighed. "It's Amy."

"Amy?"

"She likes to say her last name's Pond, but it's really not." She picked her dagger form the ground. "Later, Pipes."

"Yeah," she responded as the hunter walked away.

Half way back, Thalia turned. "And Piper?" she called. "Don't think I didn't notice you checking me out!"

Piper choked.

No, I don't ship them, I just had no idea who to do. And, also, I do take requests, but I may not be able to put them in, even if I do try. Sorry. But feel free to ask for someone.