So I saw some fanart and now I'm officially shipping Octavian/Rachel. Hate me, love me, I don't care. It's my new ship. So I'm going make this story just basic one-shots after the entire Giant War. The camps made a truce and so they're going to spend one month at CHB and then the next month at CJ, so it's one big whole compromise thingy. Enjoy :)

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO or HoO.

"We're supposed to stay at this camp for a whole month?" Octavian couldn't believe it. Stay at the Greek camp for more than one day? How could this be the compromisation? Sure, some of the Romans and Greeks were friends and wanted to be with each other, but this idea was...ridiculous! Repulsive!

"Yes, Octavian. We're already here, so we're going to have spend this month at Camp Half-Blood and the next month at Camp Jupiter. We all agreed with this, except you, so you'll just have to deal with it."

Octavian crossed his arms over his chest. "I still dislike this idea."

"No one cares, Octavian!" Jason snapped at the Roman. He sounded tired and angry. "It's not our fault no one wants to be your friend. If anything, you can go kill some teddy bears to figure out what small of a future you have. Now, if you excuse me, Piper and I have a date." Jason grabbed his girlfriend's hand and pulled her off to the lake.

Jason's departure seemed to create a trigger. Everyone began slowly leaving the group, going off with their newfound Greek friends.

"Kill some teddy bears," Octavian muttered, staring at the ground. "Sure. Sounds good." He decided to get out of his toga, since it was getting pretty hot in that heat.

"Hi." Someone new said before Octavian could do anything. He looked up and saw a girl just inches shorter than Octavian standing in front of him.

The first thing that went through his mind? Oh, wow. She's...wow. Then the second thought: but she's a Greek. Did I just think that?...ugh. I've been around them too much.

"Who are you? Another Greek?" Octavian spat out.

"No," the girl replied, the perkiness in her voice not wavering. "I'm mortal. My name is Rachel Elizabeth Dare."

"Mortal? I'm not sure if that's worse than Greek." Octavian laughed. "What're you doing in a camp for demigods?"

"I'm the Oracle of Delphi," Rachel replied curtly. Now she was mad at him. Of course. Most people were like that.

Octavian snorted, trying to hold in his laughter. "An Oracle? How cliche."

"Who're you, then?" Rachel's voice got tight.

"Octavian, legacy of Apollo and Camp Jupiter's augur."

It was Rachel's turn to laugh. "An augur? Are you kidding me?"

"No, I am not. It's more sensible than an Oracle. Then again, I wouldn't expect anything less from the Greeks."

"Hey," Rachel jabbed a finger at Octavian's chest, surprising him. "Don't you dare insult my friends. If you do, you don't want to know what I'm capable of. Are we clear?"

Octavian was stunned. No one has ever talked to him like that. "I...uh..."

"Good." Rachel nodded and smirked at him. "Scared you, didn't I?"

"Maybe a little."

"Well, back to why I even started talking to you in the first place. I noticed that you...well, were alone...and thought you might want to, oh, I don't know. Hang out?" Rachel's sparkling green eyes look up at him. "I'm a bit lonely myself. Everyone has their own boyfriends or girlfriends and I...well...don't." She smiled sadly.

"I guess we're both forever alone, you could say." Octavian muttered.

"I don't like to think it like that. I like to say...forever available."

Octavian tried not to smile, but couldn't prevent grinning. "That's...a nice way to put it."

Rachel looked around discreetly and leaned in. "Listen, these two guys, the Stoll brothers, who are sons of Hermes, totally humiliated me about a week ago. I need to get back at them." Her voice got low. "Wanna help me?"

Octavian found himself saying, "What else do I have to do? But do you mind if I get out of this toga?"

"I thought Romans liked togas," Rachel mocked innocence.

"And I thought Greeks liked stupidity. Oh wait, they still do!" Octavian grumbled. He unclipped one strap of his toga and it completely fell apart. Underneath he was wearing a classic Camp Jupiter shirt and jeans.

"That was fast," Rachel muttered as Octavian grabbed the bundle of cloth and set it on the porch of the Big House. "And sort of magical. Like, you just touched part of your toga and it fell apart, and now you're wearing a completely different outfit."

"That's a weird way to perceive it." Octavian said slowly, giving her a strange look. "So, tell me about this plan of yours."

Rachel grinned. "Okay, so first we need to somehow get two tons of maple syrup."

"What?"

"You'll see why in a minute."

And that's the end of this one-shot. Sorry it's sorta short. I just kind of wanted to introduce what's going and the setting and stuff like that. So...yeah.

I honestly fell in love with Octachel or Rachian or however you want to pronounce it when I saw Viria's drawing. She's just an AMAZING artist. Well, read and review! And if you have any ideas for any one-shots for this, please review it or PM me :)