A/N: I don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians.

Nico POV:

When I got to the Big House, I nearly dropped her in surprise. In the light from the windows, I saw that she was Rachel Dare. As in Rachel the Oracle. What if Apollo found out she was sick, and blamed it on me? I was pretty sure there was only so much I could protect myself before a god fried me to a crisp, after all.

Shrugging the thought aside, I knocked loudly on the front door. When nobody answered, I knocked again. Sure, I could have shadow-traveled in, but that's really rude. I do have some manners.

A few minutes later, Mr. D opened the door and poked his head out.

"Who is it? Pesky campers, thinking they can disturb me just because I'm on probation," he grumbled.

I stepped out of the shadows. I guess my appearance was pretty surprising, because Mr. D jumped about a foot in the air.

"Nate! What is possibly so urgent that you need to knock on my door so late at night?" he exclaimed, purposely saying my name wrong.

I stuck Rachel out in front of me. "I think she's sick. I found her in the field behind the cabins," I explained.

Chiron arrived just then, saving me from having to convince a grumpy Mr. D that I was telling the truth.

"What's going on?" he asked.

I repeated my earlier explanation.

He invited me in, and I laid Rachel out on the couch in the front room.

"She doesn't look very good, does she?" Chiron asked, leaning over. "Well, she's probably just sleeping from a cold. As the Oracle, she's a bit more sensitive than we are."

Chiron stood up. "Either way, I suggest someone watches over her for tonight, and we'll take her to the doctor if she gets any worse."

"I'll do it," I volunteered. I was totally capable of staying up all night, and I felt a bit guilty, as if I was the one who made her sick since I was the one who found her.

Anyways, she was the Oracle. It was probably never dull with her around.

I seriously have no idea if Oracles really are weaker than other people, but I didn't want to get Rachel really sick. :P