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"Clarisse, gods, you need eat, you need to sleep...forget about the romans for a second, anyone can take your place...please?" Chris's words were as useful as if they were ordering some wall to move away. Clarisse wasn't going to move if wasn't for defending the camp.

The camp had returned to doing patrol since the problem with the romans camp, with was not a problem at all, but since Clarisse was not going to allow anyone but her to do it...it was complicated.

And, as did all the problem in were Clarisse was involved, the situation resided on Chris's shoulders. Not that he protested, his girlfriend wasn't sleeping or eating and if he was able to changes it…

"We need our best warrior" he tried again, a new strategy this time "and we can't have it if you are starving and too tired to ever stand up" Her pride and her sense of responsibility was always his last move with her, but, damn it if he hadn't tried everything by now.

She wasn't even going to look at him.

"Our best warriors are somewhere under us going on with who knows what, right now" So that was it. She was feeling guilty and impotent for Percy and Annabeth's situation and this was the way she was trying to avoid it.

Chris sighed "they're gonin' to be ok. They always are" he waited for a second "they need to be... But anyway, they need you to be here for us, for the youngest, those that you say that hate when came to you for help, but love to teach how to fight, despite they don't even know how to hold a sword…

And, for Hermes, Clarisse, I need you to be your real one, no this one that doesn't care about her health. It's ok that you're worried and..."

"Don't came to me with your therapy, you punk. I'll eat something when I'm done here if you just shut up now." He didn't know what makes her change her mind, because she was a big stubborn girl and some words weren't going to make it different...but he wasn't going to complain, anyway. Despite her words, there was a little soft, playful tone in her tone that only came when they were alone and she was really tired. He wasn't going to pull her that hard, after all.

So Chris gives a little glance to his watch and spoke calmly.

"Ok, and you are done...right now"

Clarisse shakes her head. "I'm not done before another half of hour"

"I changed patrol's time. Actually, Mark should be here."

"You did…? Why would you…?" she finally turned around, her eyes narrowing, before rolled them. "Anyways, I shouldn't be surprised.

No, she shouldn't.

They waited there for a few minutes before they could see Mark, shouting all the way up the hill about how nobody had informed him about the change until some minutes ago.

Chris smiled to him as he took his place, Clarisse already going down the hill without a word.

"I owe you one, dude" Chris said.

"If you can make her sleep more than an hour, all the cabin is going to owe you one" Mark's worried look was on his stepsister. "Just take care of her, right?"

"Yeah, right" He put one hand on his shoulder before starting to run after Clarisse.

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They didn't say anything, but both of them know where they were going.

Most of the campist had a special place where disappear when they need to do it.

Clarisse and Chris's place was the basement of the Big House. Not because of the good memories, but because.

Maybe for routine, Chris thought, or maybe because nobody went there.

But they had been going to the basement for a while now, and it was quite comfortable.

The mess he had for the bed where he used to sleep was still there, but with new sheets that he stole from his cabin. The boxes of reserves of ambrosia and strawberry were also there, but they took the time to put all them orderly in a corner so they will have some more space to move around.

There was also a little freezer that he still didn't know where come from. When he asked, Clarisse just shrugged and said that his brothers give it to her when he was still mad. The conversation finished there, as no one of them like to talk about that time.

But now, he didn't care about where come from. He took some snacks and threw them to Clarisse.

"Eat"

She snorted.

"Well, thank you, Sir. Amiability" but she did as she was told to.

Chris let himself to fall on the bed, looking at her, a snack in his hand as well.

"Stop staring at me, you freak" Clarisse sat on some box, and put her boots on top of another one.

Despite all that they had done, the space wasn't much, so Chris just had to sit and lean to kiss her head.

"Whatever you say"

They remained silent after that until they finished their food and Chris talk again.

"Would you came to sleep, now?"

Clarisse rolled her eyes again, but she laid down, closing her eyes immediately.

Chris smiled and closed his eyes as well, his purpose done.

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Too tired to even look for mistakes, so... sorry if the text doesn't make sense at all :p