I was browsing through the PJO fandom, and I noticed that there is absolutely no Octavian and Gwen fics! It's ridiculous, right? I thought that I would dub thee with the honor of my typing on this subject.

I have yet to read 'The Son of Neptune'. I get all my info from friends and the wiki page. So…if I get information wrong, my apologies.

Without further ado, After Centurion Shish-ke-bab!

Octavion POV

Why does everyone think it was I? I thought to myself after being given menacing looks that said, "You sure are lucky she came back to life." They were sort of right…I guess.

Even if they did think that I killed her, only to have her come back to life, they'd be sorely mistaken. I have never owned or even used a pilos!

~Flashback~

I was standing behind Gwen by accident, pure coincidence! When everybody was paying attention to who knows what, a First Cohort pilos flew by me. I think it was aimed for me. The good news was that I had sidestepped at precisely the right moment. The bad news, Gwen had not. It impaled itself into her back and she fell over, she died and came back to life soon after.

Mars came and gave a quest to Frank and Percy and I think Hazel. Then I told Mars that his 'prophecy' simply wouldn't work because it was too blunt. Then he threatened to blow me up, so it was all-good!

~End Flashback~

Frank just assumed it was I because I was standing behind her and didn't have a pilos.

Do you know why I didn't have one? Because I don't use one! I like knives. Better for instant murder. Don't believe me? Ask Percy's panda pillow-pet. Those things are great for auguries.

I was walking toward the Jupiter Optimus Maximus to kill a giraffe webkins. They're small, but fun to kill. I walked into the temple and grabbed the stuffy. It didn't even have a long neck, weird. I grabbed my favorite ceremonial knife and cut a long, deep gash into its stomach. I wrung its neck for good measure after that.

Someone coming to sit on the floor to my left interrupted me. I looked to see, much to my surprise, Gwendolyn.

"Uhm, Hi?" I said. It sounded more like a question, though.

"I know it wasn't you." She said cutting to the chase.

"How?"

"Because," she hesitated. "I just do."

"Interesting." I muttered as I thumbed the stuffing in my right hand.

"And I want to know why someone would do that."

"Hmmm?" I looked up.

"Why would someone throw a pilos at me? I've always tried to be nice. Am I irritatingly peppy, or something?" she asked with worry in her huge green eyes.

"No. I think they were aiming for me." I said, concentrating on my stuffing.

"Why. You're not so bad." I gave her an are-you-serious look. "Well, maybe you are just a little confined."

"And I kill webkins." I said. She laughed.

"Well, I guess I'm a vampire." Now I laughed, well scoffed anyways. Men don't openly laugh.

"In addition to confined, you don't laugh." She said, reading my thoughts.

"Who's your mom again?" I asked suspiciously.

"Arcus, goddess of the rainbow." She said proudly.

"Wow, didn't see that coming." I replied sarcastically.

"Seriously?" She giggled. "I have to go. It's nice to know that you know that I know that it wasn't you that killed me." She said.

"What?" I asked, pure confusion etched across my face.

"Never mind." She said standing up.

She went on her tippy-toes and kissed my cheek. Then, she skipped off. For the first time in a long time, I smiled.