memories | j.grace

016 | jason the bridge

leo figured he had the worst luck in the group, and that was saying a lot. why didn't he get to have the long-lost sister or the movie star dad who needed rescuing or one to be a famous demigod with an equally famous brother? all he got was a tool belt and a dragon that broke down halfway through the quest. maybe it was the stupid curse of the hephaestus cabin, but leo didn't think so. his life had been unlucky way before he got to camp.

a thousand years from now, when this quest was being told around a campfire, he figured people would talk about brave jason, hilarious and strong phoebe, beautiful piper, and their sidekick flaming valdez, who accompanied them with a bag of magic screwdrivers and occasionally fixed tofu burgers.

if that wasn't bad enough, leo fell in love with every girl he saw—as long as she was totally out of his league.

when he first saw thalia, leo immediately thought she was way too pretty to be jason's sister. then he thought he'd better not say that or he'd get in trouble. he liked her dark hair, her blue eyes, and her confident attitude. she looked like the kind of girl who could stomp anybody on the ball court or the battlefield, and wouldn't give leo the time of day—just leo's type!

just like when he first met phoebe, he immediately fell for her. well, it was just a small crush. but of course, jason got her. yeah, they weren't technically together; but it was so obvious they soon would be.

for a minute, jason and yhalia faced each other, stunned. phoebe stepped away to let them have their moment. then thalia rushed forward and hugged him.

"my gods! she told me you were dead!" she gripped jason's face and seemed to be examining everything about it. "thank artemis, it is you. that little scar on your lip—you tried to eat a stapler when you were two!"

phoebe let out a huge laugh. "no way! oh my gods i'm so gonna use that against you later."

hedge nodded like he approved of jason's taste. "staplers —excellent source of iron."

"w-wait," jason stammered. "who told you i was dead? what happened?"

at the cave entrance, one of the white wolves barked. thalia looked back at the wolf and nodded, but she kept her hands on jason's face, like she was afraid he might vanish. "my wolf is telling me i don't have much time, and she's right. but we have to talk. let's sit."

phoebe did better than that. she collapsed. she probably would've cracked her head on the cave floor if hedge hadn't caught her.

thalia rushed over. "phoebe! whats wrong with her? ah—never mind. i see. hypothermia. gods, jackson, im not surprised." she frowned at the satyr. "don't you know nature healing?"

hedge scoffed. "why do you think she looks this good? can't you smell the gatorade?"

thalia looked at leo for the first time, and of course it was an accusatory glare, like why did you let the goat be a doctor? as if that was Leo's fault.

"you and the satyr," thalia ordered, "take this girl to my friend at the entrance. phoebe's an excellent healer. ok, wait. this is confusing. jackson, i'm gonna call you phoebe. hunter phoebe, i'll call you 'p' until we leave."

"it's cold out there!" hedge said. "i'll freeze my horns off."

but leo knew when they weren't wanted. "come on, hedge. these two need time to talk."

"humph. fine," the satyr muttered. "didn't even get to brain anybody."

hedge carried piper toward the entrance, leo following after them. phoebe was about to follow when jason called, "actually, phoebe, could you, um, stick around?"