A/N: Here is an epilogue to wrap up loose ends. HoneyGoddess57 and I collaborated on this. I wrote the part at the very beginning and she wrote the rest of it except for a few minor edits that I did. Credit also goes to HoneyGoddess57 for our story's new cover image.

Epilogue

Cronus leaned against a tree waiting impatiently for something to happen. He couldn't believe that he was now depending on his enemies for help, but it wasn't as though he'd really had a choice. He wondered what time it was. Without his godly powers, he had no idea. He started pacing, growing more annoyed by the second.

What is taking those blasted kids so long? Cronus thought.

Suddenly, he heard a crash. He jumped, and turned around just in time to see a boy falling off his bicycle. He continued to pace nervously, sighing with frustration. Then he heard a crack, and jumped again before realizing that he'd just stepped on a branch. He rubbed his eyes.

"Why am I so nervous all of a sudden?" he muttered.

He knew why…Campe. He had no idea if his enemies had decided to send her to take him back to Tartarus, and he couldn't stop worrying that she might show up at any moment.

Get a hold of yourself, he thought sternly, you're a god not some quivering mortal.

Just when he felt that he was about to lose his mind completely, a black wraith swept through his body. His powers were back!

"Took you long enough," he grumbled as he opened a portal and stalked through it.

He was still furious with the double-crossing duplicates, but right now, he needed to think of another plan for dealing with the young heroes. Besides, it wasn't as though he could do anything about the doubles. If there was any justice then they were probably in Tartarus where even he thought they belonged. As for his meddlesome foes, he would come up with a plan to destroy them eventually. It was only a matter of time.

Meanwhile the doppelgängers were now in a cell in Tartarus. Taylor had just arrived, and the others were looking at him murderously.

"What?" he snapped irritated.

"What do you mean what? You know very well what!" Nat fired back. "Jessica's the leader. She was supposed to be in charge, not you."

Everyone raised an eyebrow at her, but Jessica snapped, "Shut up Nat. Like you said I'm in charge so I'll say what I have to say not you!"

She turned to Taylor. "You broke the two most important rules: don't disobey your leader, and don't betray your team. Now you'll pay for your mistakes."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Taylor asked glaring.

Jessica snapped her fingers. "Oh, you'll find out. We'll have so much fun. After all, we have nothing but time now, too bad for you that we're sharing a cell. Helen, enjoy your new punching bag. Everyone else make sure our friend doesn't go anywhere."

Nat and Olivia smirked, Aaron laughed nastily, Ariane giggled as if she was going to do something bad, and Helen was cracking her knuckles as she prepared to punch the traitor, an evil grin on her face.

Taylor gulped. Perhaps destroying the others wasn't his best idea. He certainly regretted it now. He tried to back away as Helen started toward him, but the others had formed a circle around them, and kept him from fleeing, not that there was anywhere for him to go within the cramped confines of their cell.

"Come on guys," he pleaded, "I didn't mean it, honest! It was an accident I swear."

No one listened to him. Helen just kept drawing steadily closer and closer. As she grabbed Taylor by the collar and prepared to throw her first punch, he tried to cover his face with his hands.

"No," he howled. "No, no, nooooo!"

Out in the corridor, the guards continued their patrols oblivious to his distress. Poor Taylor, it was going to be a long eternity.

A/N: That's it. HoneyGoddess57 and I hope you enjoyed our story. Please leave a review.