Yay chapter 14! OMB! I'M SO SORRY FOR NOT UP DATING FOR SO LONG! I WAS GETTINGFaJ COT UP WITH THIS STORY. BUT I'M BACK! Unless your awesome and you read FaJ, then i was never gone. Shout outs!
toe walker
Tyson's Best Friend
Witchgirl
disclaimer: Rick Riordan owns PJO and HoO
Rachel's POV.
Rachel studied Octavian's face, wondering what he was thinking.
"I know what you did for Hazel and Leo." He finally told her. Rachel look down.
"Rachel," He started. Rachel wondered what he was going to say, was he upset with her for some reason? Maybe for not telling him?
"What you did was so brave, your a true friend, you didn't rat them out even when Frank had you pinned to the wall. you are amazing." He told her
Rachel looked up at Octavian's face again. He looked battered and tired. She slowly reached up and placed her hand on his cheek.
"You should get some sleep." She told him. Octavian snorted.
"I can sleep later." Octavian told her.
"Octavian." Rachel began but was cut off by him standing up.
"Here, Katie said you should drink some water when you wake up." He told her as he got her a glass of water.
"But I'm not thirsty." Rachel muttered as she told the glass from him and placed it on her night stand. Octavian picked the glass up again tried giving it to her once again.
"Come on, doctors orders." he insisted.
"But Octavian, I feel fine, I'm just a little stiff." Rachel told him.
"What are you talking about? Rachel, you where almost killed only a few hours ago and your telling me you feel fine? I mean look at you." He told her as he gently took her wrists into his hands and pulled her arm toward him to reveal her bruises. When he saw them, his eyes widened. Rachel didn't understand until she looked down at her arm's as well. She gasped. Her bruises were faded and it was as if they had been there for weeks.
Rachel reached with her over hand and applied a light pressure. There was no pain.
"Oh my gods." Rachel breathed. She reached up to touch the back of her head. there was only a small bump now rather a giant goose egg. She reached for the side of her shirt, the side that Frank had kicked and pulled it up, not to high knowing that Octavian was still watching her. there was only a faded scar. Rachel brought her hand to her mouth, she was shocked.
"How is that even possible?" Octavian whispered. Rachel looked up at him with wide eyes and shook her head.
"I don't know!" She muttered.
Suddenly a bright light shined from the middle of the room. Rachel covered her eyes with her hands, fiding her eyes from the blinding light.
When the light faded Rachel uncovered her eyes to see that Octavian had pulled himself up infront of her with his back faceing her and his arms just huvering around her was if her as if to sheild her.
Rachel lighty touched Octavian's arm and he looked back at her.
"Are you okay?" He asked. Rachel nodded.
"You?" She asked.
"I'm fine." He told her. Rachel slid off the bed, realizing she was in Octavian's bed rather then her own but didn't think to much about it. She and Octavian approched where the light had just been together.
Sitting on a table (Which just came out of nowhere.) Was a bottle of what looked like water and a letter.
Rachel picked up the letter.
"'For my favorite readers of fate! Think this as a little going away going away present, you little love birds,'" Both Rachel and Octavian blushed as they glanced at one another. Rachel cleared her thoart and continued,
"'Octavian, you fought like a true hero, I am proud that you share my blood.'" Rachel paused and smiled up at Octavian. She saw the pride in his eyes. Rachel felt proud of him, he did fight like a true hero.
"'And as for you Rachel,'" Rachel felt her heart stop when she saw her name on the paper, did Apollo want to scold her for acting the way she did? Did he think was a coward? Or did he think she was an idoit for risking her life like that? Rachel swallowed the lump that was forming in her throat and read on.
"'You are by far,'" Here it comes! Rachel thought. "'The bravest mortal I have ever seen.'" Rachel's jaw dropped and her eyes widened as she stared at the paper, unsure if she was reading it right. Octavian laughed with joy beside her and wrapped his arm aroud her waist, pulling her closer. Rachel didn't reasist, partly because she was in shock, but mainly because it felt nice to be close to him.
"'Don't be so shocked sweety.'" As Rachel read Apollo's she couldn't help but laugh. It was like he was watching at their every moment. (Witch was very posible.)
"'And as for your little distaste for water, I think you'll enjoy this water, and don't worry about drinking it all at once, the bottle is charmed and will refill its self as soon as its empty.'" Rachel sighed and shook her head as she finally finished the letter.
"Is there any way to have anything in this world that isn't magical?" She asked Octavian. All he did was laugh and pull her closer, planting a kiss on her cheek.
Suddenly, the letter began to glow. Not nearly as bright as beore but still quite bright.
"'No, everything in this world is magical. Also, I'm still watching you so please make out later.'" Rachel through her head back in laughter.
"Whatever you say bose!" She called out. Octavian looked a little disapointed.
"Damn it." He sighed. Rachel laughed and slaped him in the chest.
"What? I'm just joking!" Octavian told her. The letter shined again. Rachel looked back to the letter.
"'I don't know, you looked pertty disapointed Octavian.'" Rachel laughed as she read the letter. Octavian's face went red.
"Just go away already!" Octavian called. Once again, the paper shined. Rachel turned to read it.
"'No'" It read. Suddenly an even brighter light shined before they could react. Rachel screamed in fear when she saw what so on the table.
Sitting there was the crystal sword from the armory. The sword that would end up killing her. The worst part of seeing the sword was that Rachel seemed atracted to it. Sitting next to the sword was a knife that was both gold and silver with a little diamond and the butt of it. Octavian qickly shoved Rachel behind him as if to protect her from the weapons sitting in front of them.
"What the hell Apollo!" Octavian yelled.
Rachel looked back to the letter to see what Apollo's reasoning was.
"'By the way, I'm not sure if it was the best idea getting ride of the sword.'" She read.
"Why?" Rachel cried. the letter glowed. She looked back to it.
"'Think about it, what if that sword falls into the wrong hands? Who can you trust better then yourself?'" She read. Rachel glanced up at Octavian, hating how much this made sense. From the look on Octavian's face, he didn't seem to like it either. Rachel looked down at the letter and continued to read.
"'And as for the knife, thats for Octavian, and remember that like prophesies Octavian, dreams can always have a double meaning. Good bye my reader of fate, we will talk again in the near future.'" She finished.
"Damn it, what he said made sense!" Octavian hissed.
"Octavian." Rachel squeaked. Octavian turned around so he was filly facing her.
"Yeah?" He asked.
"I'm really scared." She adimited. Octavian wrapped his arms around her in response.
"I'm not going to let anything happen to you." He whispsered.
"I know you won't."Rachel whispered back. It wasn't her being arragont, she just knew. Octavian cared about her just was much as she cared him. Rachel... loved him.
The idea that Octavian loved someone came back to Rachel. Was it her? Could she be so lucky?
When they pulled away they just stared at one another. Studying one another's face, taking each other in as if they both just realized something about one another.
Rachel knew that she had just learned that she loved him but what did he learn about her? Finally Rachel couldn't take seeing his eyes scan her so intensly and looked down at her feet. She heard Octavian chuckle.
"I don't bite you know." He told her. Rachel laughed slightly.
"I know," She looked up at him with a smirk.
"But I do." She told him with a playful smile. Octavian laughed.
"Well thats good to know." He told her. Rachel turned to the bottle of water on the table.
"Apollo said I would fancy this water, I wonder why?" Rachel wondered.
"Well there's only one way to find out." Octavian told her. A sudden idea came to Rachel's mind.
She took Octavian's new knife and dragged to point across her palm.
"What are you doing?" Octavian cried as he grabed the knife out of her hand. Rachel watched as her blood began to pool in her hand. The cut stinged like hell but she didn't care.
Without answering Octavian, she took the bottle of water, uncapped it and drank about a quarter of it.
The water tasted nothing like water. It tasted like PB and J ("Beanutbutter and jelly" if your slow.) Rachel's favorite meal. The demigods all say that necture tastes like their favorite food. For Percy, it was his mother's blue chocleate chip cookies, for Piper it was soup.
Rachel quickley glanced at her hand. The pool of blood was quickly seeping back into her hand, when thew blood was gone, the cut in her palm closed its self.
Rachel's eyes were wide as she began to laugh. She turned to Octavian. His eyes were glued to her hand. his jaw opened slightly.
"Well say something!" Rachel cried.
"Holy shit!" Octavian yelled as he wrapped his arms around Rachel who was laughing her ass off from his responce.
"What? You told me to say something!" Octavian laughed as he spoke.
"Fine," Rachel said a she pulled away.
"Let me refrase that. Well said something thats rated G!" She cried with a smile plastered to her face.
"Can it be GP?" Octavian asked Rachel shook her head as she laughed.
"Okay fine. Oh gully! How could this be? Is that better?" He asked. Rachel nearly fell over laughing.
She nodded. "Yes, perfect." She turned back to the water.
"Apollo must have made some kind of mortal necture." She told him.
"Yeah, its amazing." Octavian breathed.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
"I'll get it." Octavian told her. He walked over to the door and Rachel turned back to the table. She studied the crystal sword, skimming her finger tips over the blade, just imagening what it must have looked like in Octavian's dream; covered in her own blood. The thought sent shivers down her spine.
"Rachel?" a voice called from behind her. Rachel turned to se Leo and Hazel standing in front of her. both with wide eyes.
"Apollo's little going away present." She told them. They didn't seem to uderstand completely but they didn't question it.
"We came to check up on you, and thank you." Hazel told her. Rachel smiled.
"Well I feel fine and your more then welcome. I mean what are friends for?" Rachel told them.
"Yeah well friends wouldn't do what we did to you." Leo told her.
"You would have done the same for me." Rachel stated.
"Agreed." Hazel said.
"So, I guess we should get on and talk about what everyone's thinking." Octavian came over to Rachel's side as he spoke.
"Way to be suddle." Leo told him. Octavian shrugged.
"So what are we going to tell the others?" Rachel asked them.
"Well, I told Frank that we did cheat so their going to know and we think its best if we're the one's to tell them rather then wait for Frank to explode and tell the other's some... other things," Hazel told them.
"And what about the three of us and having the crap beaten out of us, what do we say about that?" Octavian asked as he gestured to himself, Rachel and Leo.
"Simple, we tell them the truth, that Frank wantedto kill Leo because Hazel gave him back the wood and he saw that there was something going on with her and Leo and decided that it was Leo's fault, when we tried to stop him, you got in his way and he realized that I knew something about what was going on so out of his rage mood her tried to kill me to get me to tell him what I knew. And the reason Leo is twitching is because he just wouldn't stay where he told to stay." Rachel told them giving Leo a playful smirk. Leo gave her a little glare.
"Sounds good. Now what's going on there? You were almost dead less then an hour ago and now your fine, how the hell does that happen?" Hazel asked.
"Well, Apollo healed me as a going away gift and he also see us these amazing gifts and prizes that inclued, necture for mortals, a new knife for Octavian, the crystal sword that will kill me and a table." Rachel told them Leo looked over to the sword.
"Shit! I forgot about that! I'm so sorry Rachel!" Leo tod her. Hazel looked at Leo in confuession.
"I'll tell you later." He whispered to her.
Rachel perssed her lips so her mouth was was just a line.
"Its not your fault, you were busy with Frank trying to kill you. Plus, Apollo brought it here saying that its safer if the swords in my hands rather then risking it to fall into the hands of the enemy." Rachel told him.
"Well okay, but whats this about netcure for mortals?" Leo asked.
"Well I just did a demanstation for Octavian and myself so I'm noot that kean in cutting myself again but Apollo has envented necture water that is safe for me to drink." She told them. Showing them the bottle. Hazel took it out of her hand and studied the bottle.
"That's amazing!" Hazel breathed.
"Also, the bottle's charmed so it refills itself whenever it emptys." Octavian told them. Just then, the diner bell rang. Rachel felt like someone had just dropped a bucket of stones in her stomic.
"Well I guess its time to face the music." Hazel sighed.
"I don't like this music!" Leo whined.
"And you think we do?" Octavian asked. They all began to leave. Befre Rachel could walk out the door with the others Octavian stopped her.
"Are you ready?" He asked. Rachel nodded.
"Yeah." Before they left, Rachel wrapped her arms around Octavian giving him a tight hug. Octavian wrapped his arm's around her waist, hugging her back.
"Thank you Octavian." Rachel whispered. Octavian kissed her forhead.
"Thank you Rachel." He whispered back. When they pulled away Rachel looked up at him.
"For what?" She asked. Octavian smiled and kissed her forehead again.
"For everything." He whispered and with that they cot up with Hazel and Leo.
As the walked to the dining hall, Rachel thought of telling Octavian that she loved him but know if he said otherwise that her heart just wouldn't be able to take it, not now. So instead she thought of a beautiful world were she and Octavian loved one aother and there wasn't fortelling their deaths or a crystal sword just waiting to taste her blood or a sleeping goddess who is bent on fucking up her and her friends lives.
That world seems so nice. If only.