SUPER BIG EXCITING NEWS!

M'Kay, thing is, two of my readers have requested I make J.G and the 7 not-Leo's a series – that I do all of the seven.

AND I NEVER LET MY READERS DOWN! (Well, except for Tangled Up With Gods and Guardians, I'll update it…eventually)

So, J.G + 7 n-Leo's is now the first instalment of THE SPLIT SERIES! That's right, SEVEN fanfictions. I have them planned out and everything. HOWEVER!

I am extremely stumped with Hazel and Piper. I have their personalities, but not the story. I need inspiration! HELP!

Also, one of the two people that want this wants me to do Percy second. But I have something VERY special planned there. I got the idea and just went o_o…YES! So he's seventh. Sorry you have to wait. But it'll be worth it…hopefully.

DISCLAIMER: Fun fact! I am working on my own novel! So, one day, I'll own that! Ha-HA! But I still don't own this. Damn.

Onwards!

Leo was staring at the table. At the little spot on the table to be exact, as though it'll jump up, do a tap dance and explain these weird-as dreams. It was 3.00 in the morning and he'd woken up sweating. He'd had one of those dreams again. He was battling it out, going hammer to hammer with some sort of fire demon version of himself. He'd been having these dreams for a while now – with him fighting himself, riding an inflatable raft, arguing with himself. They made no sense.

He hadn't told the others about it. Somehow, they didn't feel like visions of the future – more like memories of the past. Was he finally losing it? So here he sat, at this un-gods-ly hour, alone in the mess hall with a goblet of warm chocolate milk with cinnamon mixed in. That's what he's mum had made him when he had nightmares. It settled him.

His mum. He had wondered about those days, now nearly two weeks ago, the ones he couldn't remember. Something didn't sit right. Jason was hit with a brick once, and he was only out for a few hours. How could a door knock Leo out for at all, let alone for THREE DAYS!? He trusted his friends. Why would they lie to him?

He sighed, leaning back, sipping his drink. If only there was a way to look at the past, if only to see what happ- BY THE GODS! He sat up straight so fast, he spilled his milk. He didn't care. Hera's peacock-patterned panties, he was stupid. The ship had security cameras. Not in the cabins – that would be downright creepy. But in the mess hall, upper deck, training area – surely he could work out what happened from that!

He was up like a flash, leaving his milk abandoned on the table. He ran as quickly and quietly as possible to the engine room. He flicked on the screen and tried to remember what the date was of the first day.

When he finally had it he flicked through the place. Hazel was on the upper deck. Piper, Percy, Annabeth and Frank were listening in the hall. Nosy, much? Finally, he and Jason were fighting. He grimaced and fast forwarded. When he played it again, his jaw dropped at what was in the mess hall.

Oh. My. Gods.

Jason liked bananas. Bananas are good (A/N: does anyone get that reference?). So was sleep. When curly-haired mechanics interrupted sleep, that was bad. These were the simple, half-formed thoughts in Jason's head as Leo all but broke the door down at 3.30am. Fuzzy-haired and groggy, he opened up.

"Are we under attack again?" he asked rubbing his eyes.

"No." said Leo. Jason stopped rubbing his eyes and looked at him in surprise.

"Romans?" he asked.

"Nope."

"Gods?"

"Mm-mm." Jason stared at his friend. He leaned in close.

"Daleks?" he whispered. Leo stared.

"What?"

"Never mind. So, why are you waking me up?" he asked, trying very hard not to sound irritable.

"I need to show you something." Without waiting for an answer, he grabbed Jason by the wrist and started dragging him to the engine room.

"Can it wait to morning?" Jason asked, stumbling along in Leo's wake.

"Would I have woken you if it could?" Leo asked, sounding amused and a little exasperated.

They reached the engine room and Leo pointed to the screen. It displayed a paused security camera image showing…uh-oh. It showed the six questers and the seven not-Leo's. Styx.

"Knocked-out, huh?" Leo asked. He kept his voice light and casual, but Jason could hear the slightly accusatory undertone. Jason gave vent to a small sigh. It was too early for this.

"Look," Jason turned to Leo. "Hera thought we didn't know you well enough so she split you into seven different aspects of your personality." Leo was quiet, and Jason felt the need to explain. "When you couldn't remember, we didn't tell you because you thought you'd be embarrassed." Leo's head shot up.

"What's there to be embarrassed about?" he spoke quickly. "And, um, which aspects, exactly?" Jason sat down. This could take a while.

He explained the events of those three days as quickly and emotionlessly as he could. He monitored Leo's reaction carefully, but the son of Hephaestus's face was blank. He smiled a little as Jason explain Sidari and the raft flying.

"We thought you'd be embarrassed because, well, dude … Sadness? Inferiority? We didn't know." Jason desperately wanted this conversation to be over. Leo nodded slowly, staring into one of the nearby braziers.

"Anything else?" he asked quietly. Jason held in a sigh. He'd intentionally left it out.

"Sadness told me about the night your mum died." Leo closed his eyes like Jason had just confirmed his worse fear. Eventually he spoke.

"Sorry I lied to you and Piper. About the warehouse collapsing?" he said.

"Hey. I get it. It's fine." Jason hated the tension. Thankfully, Leo broke it.

"Ah, well. Gods are batty." He straightened up and looked Jason over. "Wonder what your aspects would be?"

"Ugh, I don't want to know." Jason got up. He was ready for sleep. He turned back at the doorway. "By the way, since when do we have security cameras?" Leo was shutting down the screen as he answered.

"Always. Why?" he asked.

"Um, do you check them often?"

"Only when I… have… to…" Leo trailed off as he realised how that looked. "NOT IN THE CABINS!"

"Oh, thank the gods." Jason sighed. He looked at Leo, who was wriggling his eyebrows suggestively, barely holding back a smile. He glared back, then they both burst out laughing. As Leo turned out the lights and he and Jason headed for their beds, a man with two faces stepped out of the shadows.

"That was interesting." The left said.

"The curly headed one has good ideas." Noted the right. The two heads of Janus, god of beginnings and ends, grinned at each other, for once in agreement.

"I think"

"It's time"

"For Mr Grace"

"To face"

"His choice." The two head spoke alternately. The god had, for a long time, doubted whether or not Jason had truly made the choice. They knew he still boiled with conflict. The god flicked a silver key in the air, and vanished before it hit the ground.

Time to make a choice.

Bah-bah-bah! So, how was that? Did you like it? Please, review! I love reviews like Leo loves warm chocolate milk with cinnamon (have you ever tried that? It's AWESOME!).

Anyway, don't forget the Hazel/Piper dilemma. All ideas welcome!

By the way, question for MUCH later (like a few stories from now later) – Would you rather read a LOVE SPELL STORY or a CURSE THAT STOPS TALKING STORY?

Till next time!