So, hi! :) This is an MoA fic, if it isn't fucking obvious already, -shrugs-. I'm kinda well known because of my other PJO fic, so I'm hoping this is as good as people say the other one is...

This starts off from where SoN left off... Enjoy! :)

Reyna gripped his wrists. "Percy, listen to me."

She looked around nervously, and starts whispering in Latin. "Non loqui ad eos. Agere non recordatur. Ego purgare?"

Don't talk to them. Act like you don't remember them. Am I clear?

Before he has a chance to reply, she whisks him away, and they're facing the ship.

His fellow praetor grips his wrist. "You do it or I'll kick your podex."

"Sed?" Percy demands.

Why?

"Suus pro praesidio!" Reyna snarls.

It's for their protection.

"Senatus forte in nos conspirantes es!" Reyna finishes. "Now get in your toga!"

The senate will think you've conspired with them against us.

"Impetum!" Octavian says. "For Rome!"

"Stare descendit!" Percy snarls at the cohorts.

Stand down.

The Latin rolls off his tongue better than Greek did.

"But praetor, they come in a flying warship!" Octavian says. "They can attack us at any moment!"

Percy gives Octavian a glare, then turns to Reyna. "Now that I'm praetor, can I put him on probation?"

Reyna smirks. "You're making a fine praetor, Percy Jackson,"

"Welcome to Camp Jupiter, Greeks," Percy says, and he feels slightly uncomfortable, but he keeps an emotionless mask.

"It's great to be back, y'know?" Jason says, or who he thinks Jason is, walking off the ship, wearing a lazy grin.

Percy's lazy grin.

"Welcome back, Jason." Reyna says, letting a hint of warmness enter her tone, and she shakes his hand, but Jason pulls her into a hug.

Percy raises an eyebrow at Reyna. He never really expected Reyna to let anyone hug her.

Reyna gently removes his arms from around her. "Back to business, Jason. This is Percy Jackson, the newly elected praetor. Percy, this is Jason."

Percy smiles, and holds out a hand. "So you're the bane of Crius?"

If Jason was surprised by Percy's usage of Roman terms, Percy didn't notice.

"Yeah," Jason says. "And you're the ever powerful defeater of Saturn?"

Percy shrugs. "I wouldn't know."

"It's clear!" Jason yells, and people start coming out.

Annabeth is the first out, who gives him an expectant glance, grey eyes gleaming with glee.

The son of Poseidon forces himself to look uncaring, and he almost flinches at the disappointment that flashes in her eyes.

Another person who catches his eye is a visibly upset raven-haired, green-eyed girl, and Percy wonders vaguely if she is his sister.

Percy turns to Reyna. "Let's continue the proceedings at the Senate House."

He turns without a second glance, and walks away.

Reyna sighs, and turns to the Greeks. "He's not in the best of moods,"

"Why are we even listening to them?" Octavian says. "They will just turn on us, Praetor. They're graecus."

Percy gives him an eye roll. "I vouched for them. And we have a bigger force, therefore it's more likely that we will attack them. Now shut up."

Octavian sinks down in his chair.

"Back to business." Reyna snaps. "Who are the seven? Stand."

Jason, a choppy haired girl, and the boy in the message stand.

"Percy," Reyna hisses, and Percy shrugs, and tilts his head at Hazel and Frank.

They stand.

"Who is the seventh?" Percy asks. "Would anyone like to volunteer?"

Percy gives Annabeth a quick wink, and she stands, looking relieved.

Reyna's eyes flash with anger, but that disappears quickly.

"Alright then, Romans, leave. Percy," Reyna gives him a sideglance. "Give them a tour."

Percy smirks. "Senatus Populusque Romanus."

The senators echo him, then Percy is alone with Jason and the Greeks.

They eye him nervously.

"Um..." Percy scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. "Hi, guys?"

Annabeth gives him a scowl. "You're so stupid, Percy."

He scowls. "Do I know you?"

But inside, he's smirking.

Oh gods, Octavian was rubbing off on him, the damned augur.

"Shut up, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth mumbles, then pulls him in for a kiss, then they're blown apart by a sharp wind, and screaming.

"You said he would be here!" the girl who Percy noticed screamed at Jason. "Where is he?"

Jason turned to Percy.

The girl scowled, at turned to Percy. "I'm Celeste. Daughter of Triton. Now where is Nico di Angelo?"