A/N: Hey look! Sorry it took so long, Midterms are next week, so I've been bogged down with the last Unit Tests of the quarter. Yay high school. That being said, I was SO happy with the number of reviews I got! If It keeps going like that . . . the next chapter might be over 2,000 words! (I normally shoot for around 1,000).

This chapter is dedicated to posiedonera333, who I think is a new reader! Welcome. I hope you continue to enjoy the story. (p.s. I may eventually make a oneshot of that particular scene. Maybe.)

So . . . R&R, and I hope you'll enjoy as well!

Rachel POV

The Roman camp's leader, Reyna, was an impressive individual. Their spiritual advisor, Octavian, was a menace. Rachel decided very quickly that she hated him more than she had ever hated Percy or any other person in the world. (To be honest she never TRULY hated Percy, she was just frustrated that he was the one the gods liked to mess with the most.) Anyways . . . the camps had decided to allow a meeting of their leaders. Which meant Clarisse, herself, Will Solace, and the other cabin leaders from the Greeks, and Reyna, some Roman . . . Centurions, she thought they were called, and a blond boy with a distasteful face and even worse practices from the Romans. Who the Hades sacrifices poor, defenseless Teddy Bears? An Apollo legacy, apparently. Will had been very indignant that Octavian claimed his relation to Apollo to be more intrinsic than Will's own.

So far the meeting had been Clarisse and Reyna listing the reasons why the two camps shouldn't fight. Which really drove home how much they shouldn't. Really. Clarisse was giving reasons not to go to war. Behind Reyna, a girl stood in the doorway, watching the proceedings with bright, flame-colored eyes. The news Hestia had brought with her was what had prompted this meeting. Titans coming to Camp Half-Blood to get to Olympus, their friends on the other side of the Ocean the world's only chance at stopping Gaea before she destroyed everything, Tartarus a big problem . . . um . . . yeah. Not good news.

"The Titans are the big problem right now," Reyna agreed, pacing along the edge of the ping-pong table impatiently, the golden dog trotting at her heels. The silver one was sitting stock-still by her vacated chair, stiff as a statue. "The other problem will be getting our camps to work together."

"At the moment, yes," said Malcolm, head of the Athena cabin while Annabeth was away. "But at least once the Titans get close, I'm sure we'll all band together, even if only for self-preservation. Neither of our camps are stupid enough to stay divided when we face a common foe. Especially one as strong as the Titans."

"We Romans do not need you Graecus to defeat the Titans; we have done it before and will do it again," came Octavian's voice. It grated on Rachel's composure, that voice.

"Yeah, sure, because the Titans you fought could twist time," she said angrily. "I'm not sure about you with all your voodoo, but I personally don't want to face Kronos in his true form with only a few hundred demi-gods. We stand a better chance with over a thousand."

Octavian's face heated angrily, and Malcolm put a comforting hand on Rachel's shoulder; the gesture was one the son of Athena used a lot when trying to get people to calm down and think rationally, but it didn't really help.

"Be quiet, mortal, this does not concern you," the Augur hissed.

"For your information," Connor hissed out through gritted teeth. "Rachel hit Kronos in the eye with her hairbrush while she was leading Percy and Annabeth around the Labyrinth."

Silence followed these words, and Rachel blushed. It felt oddly nice to have Connor Stoll come to her defense like that. Still, the Roman's staring at her put her off a bit.

"Can we get back on topic?" Clarisse growled, clenching her fist at her empty belt. Hestia had not let them bring weapons to the meeting. "Titans are on their way here, and we need a plan."

"Do you have a map of your camp?" One of the Centurions asked. Clarisse tapped her head.

"'S our home," the daughter of Ares said with some exasperation. "We've never actually needed a physical map."

"So disorganized," Octavian muttered. He was largely ignored, though Malcolm scowled at him.

"I suppose you don't have organized legions either," a Roman girl said, rolling her eyes. Malcolm spoke up.

"We play off of each cabin's strengths," he said. "Our healers are mostly Apollo campers, a few of them are Aphrodite's children. Those who go with the frontal assault are usually Ares' kids, a few of them my siblings or Hermes' offspring." It amazed Rachel how much Malcolm talked like a thesaurus. All those ways of saying 'children of a certain god'. But, then again, all children of the wisdom goddess were like that. "It means that everyone is content in their job and will put their all into it every time." It was almost impossible to miss the superior tone in his voice.

Hestia steps forward until she holds the attention of all the demigods in the room. "Can you not put aside your differences for just a week? If you cannot work together, the Titans will take Olympus, and your friends will be fighting a battle lost before they truly begin."

"They are not our friends," Octavian scowled. "They betrayed us." The Romans all shifted uncomfortably, but said nothing to contradict him.

"The eidolons are the ones that shot at your camp," Hestia said, voice still calm even as her eyes flashed. "Your friends are on what is almost surely a suicide mission, and why is that? Not for the gods. They have no reason to do anything like this for us. For themselves? Maybe, but a few of them would have given up if that was all that was at stake. No, they are doing it for you. Annabeth and Perseus fell into Tartarus and closed the Doors of Death for you. All of you. To keep the world safe and their friends alive."

Roman centurions shifted again; they must be as hyperactive as all the Greek demigods. Rachel wondered if she was the only person here who was fine with sitting still.

"We can do this. For Percy and Annabeth and Jason and Piper and Leo and Nico and . . . everyone else." Travis crossed his arms as he said this, his glare towards both sides of the ping-pong table daring anyone to argue with him. "We'll all work together; you Romans know a whole bunch of technical military stuff that we don't, and we're more flexible fighters. Playing off each other's strengths could be really amazing. We just need to work together." This coming out of Travis Stoll's mouth. Rachel could hardly believe it. She just may have to paint this scene in her cave-room later.

The Roman leader nodded. "I am sure we can work together." She turned to the centurions behind her. "If anyone will be unable to keep a civil tongue in their heads, they may leave now."

No one moved, though Reyna leveled her imposing stare towards her Augur.

"The same goes for all of you," Clarisse growled, narrowing her eyes at the Stolls. "I mean it. We will not be the bad guys here." There were nods all around.

"Alright," Reyna said, turning to lean over the map she had spread over the green-and-white table. "Let's save Olympus."

"Again," said Will.

A/N: Just a reminder, if that review number goes up to 200, the next chapter is a minimum of 2000 words! Despite Midterms! (Pre-Calc II is the only one I'm really worried about.) So . . . yeah. Reviews make me smile and all that jazz. Have an AMAZING day!