Hello again! Here's chapter 2 of Turtles of Olympus. Again, I own neither TMNT nor the ideas of Rick Riordan. If I did, I wouldn't be wasting my time on college :D Anyways, here it is! Rated T for...well, my OC's language...she can get a little mouthy. o-o
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Chapter 2: Achilles

Achilles followed their companions through the tunnels under the arena. After the battle, they all agreed that this way would be safest. The further away from prying eyes the better.

"I still don't understand this quest," Micah, a young boy with steel-rimmed glasses stated. "Why are we here? What does this have to do with stopping Kronos?"

"Hey, I'm not complainin'." The burly boy leading the group turned to look at the rest of them. "I just wish I was the one fighting." He threw a steely glare at Achilles, his blue eyes blazing.

"Of course you do," the girl beside him said. "You're a child of Ares, the god of war. You can't resist a good battle."

"Watch it, Lena. I think Bruce is getting mad," Grover, the only non-demigod among them, bleated. He tended to do that when he got nervous. Achilles reached out and clamped a firm hand on his shoulder, steadying him.

"Oh, come on, Grover," Lena replied. She tossed her black hair over her shoulder, true to Aphrodite form. "He won't hurt me. Isn't that right, you great brute?" She spoke to Bruce like he was her pet dog. Bruce grumbled under his breath, but didn't stop her.

"You really shouldn't treat him like that," the last member of their group spoke up. His red hair and green eyes, coupled with his Scottish accent, marked him as a bit different. "I wouldn't be surprised if he turned on you."

"What do you know, fire-boy?"

The red-head, a son of Hephaestus, shrunk back slightly from Lena. Achilles walked up beside him, lightly patting his back.

"Don't worry, Ryder. She's just mad that all she can do is sit there and look pretty."

"Look–" Lena suddenly rounded on Achilles, getting right up in their face. "I don't care who you are or who your parents are. You will not get the glory for this quest. Got it? And sitting there looking pretty is better than what you can do."

Achilles took off their helmet, ignoring Grover's and Ryder's protests. Long blonde hair fell around their shoulders. Greenish-blue eyes and defined cheekbones glared right back into Lena's face, a full head shorter than Achilles.

"I've had it with you're friggin' attitude, Lena," the warrior said. "You need to learn to show respect for your fellow quest-members."

"Oh, well look who it is!" Lena countered. "The champion of the people, Hannah, has arrived. I don't see why you're the one fighting. Bruce is much stronger than you!"

"I don't have the cool head for it," Bruce told her matter-of-factly. "I'm more the 'rush in and kill everything in sight' kinda guy."

"But Hannah's not even a true demigod! She's the offspring of two demigods, which makes her less than us!"

"Actually, her godly heritage includes both Poseidon and Athena," Grover said. "So, really, she's the same as regular demigods."

"And being trained personally by Ares isn't fair." Lena crossed her arms.

"He owed my dad for saving the world...twice," Hannah shrugged.

"A pretty fair trade," Micah piped up.

"I don't remember asking for your opinion," Lena fired back. "By the way, shrimp, how's Hermes cabin treating you?"

"Lay off, Lena, he's eleven!" Hannah countered.

"Plenty old enough to fend for himself!" Lena rounded on Hannah. "What are you going to do about it?"

Hannah stepped right up to her. "Remember who holds the sword, bitch."

Lena huffed, but said no more. By this time, they had almost reached the end of the tunnel. Grover handed Hannah her helmet. They had all decided before the beginning of the quest that she'd remain anonymous to everyone else at the tournament. The faun pulled his cap lower over his small horns, and made sure his hooves were covered by his shoes. Hannah fitted the helmet over her hair, tucking it up inside the specially made helmet.

"I hate this thing," she muttered to Grover. "Why can't I tell everyone I'm a girl?"

"Because they don't let girls fight," he explained.

"Hm," she replied. "Well, I don't think it's fair you have to hide. There are stranger things here than fauns, for Pete's sake."

Grover laughed his bleating laugh. "We're about to enter the commons area. Maybe you should stop talking, unless you want to give yourself away."

Hannah smiled at him and said nothing. Grover had been her father's best friend, and had been chosen especially for this trip. He was now her acting guardian.

They walked through the commons, meandering around warriors practicing for their own qualifying bouts. Hannah, now disguised as Achilles, let her eyes wander over the crowd. They came to rest on four humanoid turtles. At least, that's what they looked like. They each wore a different colored mask, and carried Japanese weapons. They followed her with their eyes, the one in the orange mask even dropped his jaw. The one with a red mask glared at her, and she glared right back.

"Achilles," Ryder said, putting an arm under her elbow. He nodded toward the rest of their group, who had walked ahead a little ways. Hannah realized she had stopped walking when she spotted the turtles. She followed along behind Ryder, and they eventually reached their quarters.

A/N: In Percy Jackson, the Hermes cabin is where most of the demigods who haven't been claimed by their godly parent go. Hermes is the god of travellers, so I guess it's only fitting. And how do you like Lena, hm? I tried to make her as mean as possible, but I think I could do better...oh well. Reviews welcome! :D

(seriously...review...I work better when I know how I'm doing...)