(A/N) I think that Reyna deserves someone but all of the other girls are taken so that's where the OC comes in. This story takes place after the seven have defeated Gaea but Jason and Reyna are still praetors and I've changed some people's ages as well as kept some characters alive. Reyna is 16, Octavian 19, Jason and Piper are also 16. Please review and let me know what you think.

Reyna knew it was a bad idea now. She should have known it was a bad idea then but it hadn't crossed her mind. When Piper and Jason had gotten serious she thought that she'd be able to handle it. She was the Praetor of the Twelth Legion for crying out loud. She had to deal with people and problems much worse than two demigods from separate camps dating on a regular basis. But this time it was personal. She may have tricked herself by saying there was potential but deep down she knew that she had only wanted Jason. He hadn't ever said anything about wanting her. Reyna had felt safe in tradition until Juno had come along and uprooted it. She hadn't handled it well at all. Throwing yourself into your work? Bad idea. Not showing up at Camp Half Blood? Bad idea. Drilling the legion extra hard as though they were the ones who needed to shape up? Bad idea. Going shopping with the girls? Bad idea. Falling for the first guy who looks your way? Bad idea. Going on a first date with said guy? Bad idea. Nearly sleeping with him? Worse idea. Yes, she Reyna Avila Ramirez-Arellano had been making bad decisions all around. Gods, what was she thinking? Seriously going out with Octavian? Worst. Idea. Ever.

After he was gone and Reyna had some alone time she realized that the signs were there all along. All he had wanted was her power, Jason's praetorship. Jason might be dating another girl but he was still her fellow Praetor, unless she said otherwise, and that was Octavian's goal. With Jason spending as much time at Camp Half Blood as at New Rome there were some who denied that he had the right to be Praetor. They had opted for a much different sort of leader but they wouldn't say so outright. Reyna scrunched her eyes up tight and flinched as the flashback came.

Her and Octavian, clothes half off, on her bed. Reyna shuddered as she remembered the feel of his fingertips on her skin. His falsetto voice.

Just one thing love. Before we go all the way.

Reyna had paused. Hesitant lest she do something wrong. It was her first time but it may not have been his.

I hate to bring him up to hurt you like this.

He didn't. She should have seen the sadistic look of pleasure in his eyes.

But do you remember Jason?

Reyna looked confused but she nodded and flinched.

He's not around here much. Is he?

Slowly Reyna shook her head dazed.

I was thinking about tradition.

Tradition? She thought.

How Praetors are supposed to be more than friends.

Reyna stayed silent waiting for him to continue.

And here's the point, get rid of Jason.

At those words Reyna froze still in shock.

No one trusts him anymore but they trust you.

They do?

Octavian nodded encouragingly but his eyes were filled with greed.

You could do it I know you could.

Who would take his place?

Why me of course.

Reyna froze. She had heard this before.

All it takes is just a little nudge of encouragement and I could be by your side forever. An equal. Together we could rule.

Forever? Equal? Rule? she wondered confused shaking her head slowly.

He looked at her. Anticipating his victory.

She had replied slowly, evenly, carefully.

No Octavian. I can't do that. It's not something that I have the power to decide.

He had flown into a rage.

Whore. You cursed Bitch. Who do you think would want to sleep with you. Especially when the fall of New Rome sits on your shoulders. You aren't pretty to look at. You aren't pleasant to touch. You don't say the right things. You don't do the right things. If it wasn't for your position I wouldn't be here. I give you love and you give me power because there is no one else out there who would even think of loving you. You ungrateful slut.

Shocked and still Reyna did nothing.

GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT! I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOUR FACE AGAIN!

Reyna left. She didn't even bother to grab her clothes. Then she returned.

Octavian you are in my room. Remove yourself before I have Argentum and Aurum remove you.

Her voice had been quiet and calm, deathly calm.

Octavian knew a threat when he saw one but he also knew how to deal one out.

Fine Bitch but don't think of mentioning my little question to anyone or I'll be sure to mention the context that was surrounding my request.

Before or after my dogs meet you? Reyna had asked.

He shot her a glare but retreated out of the room anyway. He was already fully dressed. He had no intention of ever going all the way.

Reyna threw on her clothes, slammed the door and sank down in a corner and did something that she wasn't proud of. The Praetor of New Rome cried until she couldn't breath. She knew that all of Octavian's comments had been made in anger and an attempt to manipulate her, make her answer to his will but secretly she felt that it was partially true.

Not a single legionnaire knew what had happened. All they knew was that a relationship between the auger and Praetor had been dissolved. She hadn't told any of the seven either and she didn't plan on it. Reyna just sat on the hill with her Praetor's cloak pulled tight around her. It was one of the things he hadn't touched. Her room was a mess. Everything that reminded her of him she had viciously whipped around the room. She hadn't been in there since a week ago when Octavian had tried to seduce her. She was glad he had failed. To sleep with a man like that. Reyna couldn't complete that thought and growled quietly. She gripped the edges of her cloak until her knuckles lost all colour and stared out over New Rome. It was under her protection but was she making a mistake. Was it really going to be destroyed because of her decisions? If there had been no one else then she might have considered Octavian but if Jason was still around, Piper or not, she preferred him to Octavian any day.

The stars were out and twinkled brightly overhead. It was only at night when she took watch that she would allow herself to think of it. Only out here where no one could see her, did she allow herself to think. Any display of her emotions in public would have made her weak and she would not stand for that. She was the praetor. She had to be strong.