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liveshaunteda · 5 years

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memories - jason grace drabble ft annabeth, clarisse & thalia

it’s been a few days since they got back from their quest. his memories were slowly coming back, with what he’s figured out - he knows any memories concerning percy will come to him last. they probably had too for hera’s plan to work well. annabeth told him that they were friends, jason doesn’t doubt that, he just wishes he could remember it. he wishes he could remember everything, not just bits and pieces. he thinks about the friends he had made at the other camp. reyna, he remembers her vividly because she reminds him of someone here at this camp, but his finger just isn’t quit there yet.

the sun was rising, and jason had managed to sneak his way up to the tree at the top of the hill. thalia’s tree. oh gods that memory was one of the few that flooded back to him when he stepped into the wolf house. it had taken all his will to not cry at that memory, or when thalia was dragged frozen to their feet. it had felt like losing her again. how many times must he lose those he cares about? he doesn’t know, he hopes it’s never again.

the harpies had left him alone when he was at the tree. maybe they weren’t so heartless after all, or maybe some demigods are usually up at the crack of dawn, jason didn’t know. but it was nice and peaceful up there by the tree. thalia hadn’t come by camp yet, but he wasn’t giving up hope. chiron was probably right, and she was just caught up with following orders from her goddess. but she’d be back, thalia always was.

tears started to form at the brim of his eyes as he heard the camp starting to bustle with energy as everyone started to wake up. he should probably head down, but he didn’t want to leave, not right now. his senses must have been off because someone had easily walked up behind him, placing their hand on his shoulder. immediately he tensed, a habit, an unknown hand could do many things to him. but the tension fades out when he sees the daughter of ares, clarisse looking at him.

there was something in her eyes, something he never really thought he’d associate with a child of war. “jason? are you okay?”

“yeah, just... i remember, thalia... dying. this was her tree. i cried all night and fell asleep, then... luke... luke he brought me into camp. i... i remember luke and the...” jason cuts himself, feeling like he was going to cry, and that was a sign of weakness - the weak don’t survive.

“i remember, the night it was revealed of luke... siding with kronos. it was a shock to everyone, you and annabeth the most. understandable. you, you threw up,” she let out a chuckle, it was half hearted, bitter sweet. like the image of a younger him throwing up was hilarious but the memory stung. “you ran. most of the campers who were leaving had already left... the whole camp went looking for you. i found you, right here, curled up in a ball. i carried you, pretty easily i might add.” jason lets out a small laugh, and he wonders, were they friends before his apparent death and transfer to camp jupiter. “i put you back in your cabin, and for a whole week, i acted like a body guard. if you didn’t want to talk, i made sure no one made you.”

“w-where we friends?” jason asks, looking at the daughter of ares.

“i guess some might call it that, but, when you find percy, don’t tell him i admitted that, i’d never hear the end of it.”

“got, lips sealed.”

“good, now you are going to come with me down to the dinning pavilion. it’s breakfast.”

with that, the pair walked down to the area, jason feeling a little better now. it’s another few days, and still no thalia, maybe she is afraid or is busy. but, one night he was dreaming - it was a funeral, and annabeth was balling her eyes out, she looked a few years younger then she is now. jason was standing next to her, the shroud it was sea green silk and there was a trident on it. there were some eyes watching him carefully in his dreams - before a voice spoke up in the dream, waking him up. when he did wake up, he wasn’t alone in the cabin. annabeth was standing over him, worry in her grey eyes.

“i... i nearly... i... percy? dead?...but...” the words stammered out as he looked at annabeth, watching as her face tried to school into a neutral expression but jason could see it in her eyes. percy couldn’t be dead, not now, otherwise hera’s plan has already failed and they’re working towards nothing.

it’s quiet for a long while, annabeth just sitting at the edge of his bed - waiting for jason’s breathing to level out, and for him to calm down from his dream. almost like she’s done this a few times before. a few more seconds before she reaches a hand out to place on his shoulder, giving her small static shock. he mumbles a sorry, “don’t be. i should have waited a few more seconds for the electricity to calm down. i should have known. it’s just... been a long time since i’ve seen you and your nightmares.”

“i get an electrical charge by a nightmare?”

annabeth nodded her head, rubbing a bit at her palm absent mindley, it makes jason wonder, did he accidentally shock her. jason watches as she rubs at it, and she seems to notice what she was doing and stops. “don’t you dare say you are sorry. you punished yourself enough when you actually did it. you refused to be within ten feet of me, scared you’d electrocute me, but i wasn’t scared.” annabeth let’s out a soft sigh, “do you want to talk about? your nightmare.”

he wasn’t sure, he knows it had happened a few years ago, that it wasn’t the future - but an old memory coming back to him in a dream. “percy... my memories of him, they’re not really coming back. i don’t think they will fully until we find him. but... my dream, it was of us about to burn a shroud. percy’s shroud to be exact. what happened?”

“he was presumed dead, he’d been missing for a long while, which with us demigods and the war that was brewing, generally meant he as dead, because there was no way he’d have sided with kronos. we, made the shroud and were about to burn it when he showed up. it wasn’t hard to figure out where he had went.”

“is that why in the dream there were people looking at me, like, they were waiting for something. because of my father?”

annabeth nodded her head, it was hard to swallow, that if percy had died or not returned, that it could have been him making the tough choice, or worse if jason didn’t make it - nico. oh, he remembers nico. remembers the bright happy boy and how his sister’s death changed him. it reminded him of how that easily could have been him. he could have been the one shutting people out, not really truly feeling like he had a friend in anyone, even if there are people trying to reach out to him.

there were fingers snapping in front of his face, and he see’s annabeth staring at him, “jason, please talk to us. anyone. thalia, she said she’d be here soon. artemis just needed her for a simple errand.”

“i will,” jason replies, giving annabeth a smile and she gives on in return, before she heads out and leaving jason to get ready for the day.

it was the next day when the hunters finally come to camp, jason immediately hugs thalia. he needed his older sister. he needed her comfort, his friends new and old, they were great but nothing could be a sibling hug. “i missed you,” he whispers into her shoulder, ignoring the mutters of the hunters as they wonder off to cabin 8 and a few going off to any a few aphrodite children.

“i missed you too brother,” she replies, her arms wrapping around him like she could tell that he really needed it. and after all hes been through, losing his memories wasn’t going to make him feeling good. pulling apart, she offers him a smile. “you’ve probably gotten this a lot but, are you okay?”

jason shakes his head, and thalia leads them off towards the forest, leading them to zeus’ fist where they just sat at the bottom of the pile of rocks. “thalia... everyone thinks i lost my memories once. but, at the camp, the roman one, i had no memories of here. a clean slate, not even my necklace, hera only gifted me it back the night after my quest. they needed to fully believe i was roman. i’ve lost them twice. what... what if it happens again?”

he shouldn’t be feeling like this, so useless but how else was he suppose to feel? his memories have been taken from him, not only once but twice, all for hera’s bidding so she can have his life that his father owed her.

“then i will hunt down who ever takes them, i’ve done everything in my power to save you from hera,” thalia looks crestfallen as she seems to think back on a memory. “there was a time, when you were two our mother, she had taken us to the wolf house. she was, i think she was going to abandon you there, or give you to hera. but, i had this gut feeling and told her, i wouldn’t go get the basket, that i’d hold you while she went and got it.” thalia takes in a deep breath. “so, there was a fight. i don’t know what would have happened, had she let hera take you. i think i would have ran away. i was only staying because of you.”

there was something in thalia’s voice, that made jason believe her words. that if jason had gone missing - he might not have been raised at camp half blood. he might not have meet any of these guys ever, or maybe, he would have but having been raised differently. that thalia subjected herself to their mother’s antics just because he existed and she would have done everything in her power to protect him.

“the day, of percy’s sixteenth - the battle of manhattan, travis, he told me you died. he said he saw it, and do you know how heartbreaking it was to see travis fucking stoll looking like that. as he told me you died. he was so scared of what i’d do to him of all people for just telling me. i didn’t want to believe it. i could have sworn that you were right there next to me as hera’s statue fell on me.”

“i was. i don’t remember much, i pushed someone, but my memory is fuzzy and it goes black. it was hera’s statue, she must have sensed me out of camp and took me then.”

“probably, i’m just glad that you’re alive now. i’ll do my best to visit you whenever i can. i promise. and, annabeth and clarisse have expressed concern, so has piper. please i talk to someone. i don’t care who, but, don’t keep this all up inside, it’ll harm you in the long run.”

jason gives a small nod of his head, he would do that. talk to someone should the occasion be needed. but now, it was time for him to train with his sister, so he can learn some more control over his lightning powers, and maybe try and teach her some flying - starting with a light levitation.

#grabbing hold of your hand and dragging you with me ( drabbles )#i really should have seen this getting angsty but i had hope it's be fluffy

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