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Hazel has a late night talk with someone she least expects...

Hazel sat up from her position on the dark deck of the Argo II when she heard a noise from behind her. She grabbed her weapon and jumped up ready to attack when she heard a familiar voice.

"It's just me," the form said stepping closer. Hazel tensed up at the sight of the familiar face being illuminated by the lantern in their hand.

"Frank, ", she stated gripping the handle of her weapon tightly. Dark eyes bore into her before a small smile broke across his face. Hazel grimaced slightly as she looked at the face she spent the last couple of weeks avoiding.

"We have to talk," he said walking towards her his face serious. She noticed in the dim light he had a blanket draped across his other arm. She watched as Frank spread out the blanket and then motioned for her to sit down. She didn't put down her weapon as she sat down making sure to put enough space between them. He didn't seem to be bothered by it, he just sat the lantern between them casting both their faces in a soft light.

"There is nothing to talk about", she stated quietly. Turning away to look at the dark sky. There was a long pause of silence before she heard Frank sigh behind her.

"Look I know what happened is a lot to -"

Hazel whipped her head around to face him again glaring.

"I saw Frank's wood burn up. I saw him die! And then I saw you," she hissed trying to control her temper and the tears that were forming in her eyes. The battle against Gaea's army was long and bloody. After thwarting her final sacrifice it took almost a year of them fighting for their lives to reach Gaea, and another year spent fighting and figuring out how to put her back to sleep. They'd had so much ambrosia and nectar they were feverish and nearly immune. They were so close to the end of the fight, and Hazel didn't know how Frank ended up fighting with a Cyclops over his piece of wood. She tried to stop him but by the time she'd gotten there it was too late. Frank was dead, eyes staring blankly at the sky, and the ashes from the wood dark against his hand. Hazel fought her way over to him sparing only a few seconds to try to get out of the way, but as soon as she went to touch him, he blinked. Frank's head turned and his eyes locked on her own; Hazel could do nothing but look in horror as eyes that once held so much light were now so dark and sinister. As he stood up again, he began to glow red, his blessing of Mars taking over. With one last glance at her Frank rushed back into the fray.

"I might not be the Frank you know," he said suddenly bringing Hazel back into the moment. "But I am Frank. I don't have to lie about that."

The conviction and solemn tone of his voice almost made Hazel want to believe him. She shook head and turned away from him.

"Whatever you are, I want you to leave his body. Let him rest in peace."

"He is in peace. ", Frank told her. "He lived his life like predicted. It was short, but it was very bright. He accepted that and knew that it was his time to go. "

Hazel turned slightly to look at him again. His face was sad in the dim light of the lantern, and she felt a pain in her chest. She knew that in the back of her mind that this was Frank, but a part of him that she never knew, and probably would have never shown her if he could have helped it.

"He knew there were things about himself that he could never reconcile. He was always stuck being two halves of one person."

Hazel had turned around fully by then and the grip on her weapon had loosened.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"He was always conflicted about how he felt. Chinese or Canadian, Greek or Roman, hating violence and being the son of Mars and an officer of the Army. Your Frank and me."

Hazel looked down at the blanket at the last sentence.

"I knew he always felt he never really felt whole, but why didn't I know about you?"

Hazel looked up at him and he shrugged.

"He was scared of what I was and what would happen if he let too much of me in. He was right to do so. If he reconciled both of us, Frank would have completely died that day.

"So what are you?", she asked absently moving closer to him. Frank didn't seem to mind or he just didn't care.

"I'm the part of Frank that you saw on the battlefield. The part that didn't stop killing until everything in my way was dead. I'm the one who commanded the armies of the dead your brother rose. I'm the one your Frank let take over every time he thought you were in danger."

Hazel thought back to those times on the battlefield when she'd gotten hurt or injured and she would watch the concern in his eyes slowly turn into rage. She would watch terrified as he cut down everything in his path. When it was all over Frank would hold her and look at her like she was the most valuable thing on the Earth. She willed herself not to cry as she stood up.

"I think I'm going to bed now.", she said walking past him. He nodded his head but didn't move to follow her, which she was glad for. She'd only taken a few steps when she heard him softly called her name. She turned around slowly and waited for him to speak.

"I'll probably never be able to give you what your Frank did. But I promised him I would keep you safe and happy, and that is what I plan to do."