Jay and the Golden Fleece
Chapter 1 – Million Dollar Smile
Rated T for violence, themes and mild language.
Disclaimer: I do not own COTT but I do own my story.
A/N: If this story seems familiar to you, it probably is. I began writing this story on ficwad, but when leaving ficwad, I left this story behind too. Deciding as of yesterday that I should probably finish it and jazz it up a bit, I conclude that I am rewriting this story. Enjoy!
--Introduction--
It had started out as a normal Saturday morning. All of the titans were fast asleep, snug and tug in their warm, cozy blankets. Some lay peacefully, turned to one side whereas some were hanging off and/or upside down from their beds. (A/N: cough, cough- Archie and Herry.)
But while the snooze crew was, well –snoozing, Sergeant. Cronus 101 was on look out duty. How could this brown haired teenager, a descendant of the great hero Jason, possibly sleep while Cronus could be planning something- or for that matter, couldbe trying to plan something?
The descendants had gone over it many times. They would thrust their leader, forcefully into his bedroom and throw him his pajamas like he was a five-year-old brat going for a timeout. Then they would leave the room, closing the door behind them and wait for him to get changed. When he was done, they brought him to his bed and got him to lie down. They'd tried everything from lullabies to bedtime stories to just leaving him there until he fell asleep but found all attempts unsuccessful. No matter what, the restless leader would not; could not sleep. The six heroes had realized that stories made him hyper and excited –and in some cases, giddy- and that lullabies made him start to sing. Also, when they had tried leaving him there, saying absolutely nothing at all until he was bored to bed, they found themselves falling asleep instead, waking up in the most uncomfortable positions with kinks that not even Pleione's back massages could get rid of. In the end, the ending to each of these scenarios was equally disturbing for the young teens.
Jay; their leader; top student; top perfectionist; top borer to death; top dawg, could not do something so simple as sleep. Archie had even considered taking him to see a doctor but Jay refused, muttering something about a weird phobia against doctors.
--End of Introduction--
It was 10:00am and everybody was still asleep except for Jay and now, Theresa.
Sitting at the kitchen island munching on a slice of buttered toast and a drinking a hot cup of black coffee, Jay looked around the brownstone, noticing for the first time that it was literally sparkling in cleanliness. It was so clean that anybody (A/N: me for instance), would find it terribly unhealthy. It was clean to a level that was almost too sickening to speak of; it was that clean.
Ignoring the sudden urge to pour his hot coffee on the floor and sprinkle the crumbs from his plate onto the counter, he laughed and shook his head. Obviously Athena and Poseidon had another one of those dumb arguments, trying to prove who was the better God. He knew because Athena had the odd habit of cleaning when she was angry and the only thing that made her angrier than Herry's never satisfied hunger, was an argument with Uncle Poseidon. Therefor, if anyone were sick on the account of the dormitory cleanliness, Poseidon would be the one to blame.
Jay rubbed the sleep from his eyes hastily and shook the thoughts out of his head. He'd been up since 5:30am and the lack of sleep was starting to get to him. When he opened his eyes again, he saw a slim, curvy, orange haired beauty making her way sleepily down the stairs sporting fluffy pink bunny slippers and Flinestone's pajamas.
She grabbed the mug that read 'Daddy's Little Angel', and poured herself a cup of steaming, freshly brewed coffee before seating herself at the island, across from Jay. She plopped down and set her chin in her palm, resting her elbow on the table.
"G'Morning," she greeted, half asleep, yawning afterwards.
"Morning sleeping beauty," he smiled.
The drop-dead gorgeous smile of his, the one that always made Theresa smile back and melt onto clouds of joy, had no effect today. Today was different. Today, Theresa could have been mistaken for Ares himself. She didn't even bother to look at him. Jay's 'One in a Million' smile faded as he stared across the table to the girl of his dreams, sulking.
"Something wrong?" he asked, concern certain in his voice.
"Not really, I'm just tired. I couldn't go to sleep last night and now I'm exhausted."
"Maybe you should go back to sleep?" Jay suggested.
"Nah," she said, flicking her wrist. "I'm awake now."
Jay raised an eyebrow and grinned at the grumpy red head.
"Partially," Theresa added, sticking her tongue out and laughing.
Jay's PMR rang, interrupting the beauty's giggles. He pulled it out of his jeans pocket and answered, finding the messenger God, Hermes, smiling hugely back at him.
"What's up Hermes," he asked the hyper God.
Hermes always looked like he had previously been on a sugar high. That's what made him so fast and quick about things, Henry had tried to reason once. Archie just snickered, telling him to believe whatever he believed then saying something along the lines of "The Gods have all sorts of weird plants and bushes in the garden. How should we know what they are." Jay sweat dropped. It was a disgrace to think of the Gods that way. Although- no, he wouldn't think of it any longer.
"Jay? Jay!" he heard Hermes yell.
"Huh? Oh, sorry Hermes. I woke up really early this morning. I guess I'm not really awake yet. But please, go on." He apologized, blinking his eyes to stay focussed.
Hermes looked at him skeptically before continuing. "As I was saying, Cronus was spotted near an old abandoned store at the edge of town. Could you go check it out?"
"Sure," Jay said before shutting off his PMR and returning it to his pocket.
Then, turning to Theresa, he announced "Looks like we've got ourselves a mission,"
Theresa gave a grunt of acknowledgement, going to her bedroom to get dressed. Meeting Jay at the front door, she reached for her numchucks lazily but Jay stopped her.
"Are you sure you're up to it Terry?"
Theresa smiled and looked up at him. She stared into his chocolate brown orbs, filled with concern and care and she nodded her head.
A/N: Okay, I finished the first chapter. I think it's pretty good. Better than the first time, that's for sure. I hope you enjoyed reading. RxR.
-twiink
Interesting Fact: In grade seven, I made an imaginary friend. Guess who it is? ARCHIE! Yes, he was exactly the same as the Archie from Class of the Titans, purple hair and all. My best friend loved him. XP I thought I'd bring him back, just for this story.
twiinklestar: So Arch, whatdya think?
Archie: So much better. The last one sucked… no offence.
twiinklestar: None taken. So do you think it's good.
Archie: Yeah. Just when am I coming in though?
twiinklestar: Be patient doofus. You'll be in it soon. And I DID mention you. :D