Andrew stepped off the Argo II, one demigod on his mind. You. The rest of the Argo II crew filed out beside him, and Jason quickly took the lead as he recognized the approaching legionnaires.

Stepping onto the shore of New Rome, he looked around. It had been 6 months since he last saw you. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm glow as some of the Roman legionaries came forward, fronted by Praetor Reyna... and you?

You were clad in the same Praetor's cape that Reyna wore, and stood side by side with her. Weapon at the ready, you looked intimidating.

Intimidatingly beautiful, he'd believe.

You looked better than you had 6 months ago. Tanner, leaner, taller and more muscular. And his stormy grey eyes lit up at the sight of you, standing there with the Romans. Finally, Reyna stepped forward.

"Jason Grace, my former colleague..." She paused, saying the word like it was a dangerous thing. Reyna nudged you, and Andrew's blood boiled.

He wanted nothing more than to just drag you back onto the ship- correction, gently pick you up and never let Reyna touch you again.

Man, was he jealous.