Frank…

When Frank woke a rather disturbing issue immediately countered him. What to wear? Now usually Frank was no big fusser over his clothes, but when he saw the options he knew this would be difficult. Three shirts only yet, choosing was near impossible. A purple: the Romans color. An orange: the Greeks. Or blue: color of the sea. Now usually purple or blue, no contest; yet the Romans would happily kill him now so wearing their color was just a teensy bit too loyal. The orange shirt also sprung a few issues. Even though he was a distant descendant of Poseidon, Frank had never actually meet the Greek demigods, (other than those aboard the ship, of course) or any of the gods(unless you count Mr. Crab of course, oh and Death ). Also Frank was still Roman, after all. That left blue.

Frank grimaced. Olive green might have even been better. With cargo pants. Blue. Color of the sea. Sea. Poseidon. Son of Poseidon. Percy. Tartarus.

That chain of thoughts ran through his head, and Frank was sure it would go through everyone else's as soon as they saw his shirt. Poor Percy. Or as Dakota would say, Party Percy, whatever! Frank sighed.

Ever since the misfortune, he had been making a special effort to avoid thinking about it, and filling himself with happy and funny thoughts. So far it had worked. But Frank knew he couldn't push it off for ever. 'What am I pushing off,' Frank asked himself. 'Moving on,' his conscience told him. It had taken Frank almost half a year to totally understand his mothers passing and semi move on.

Of course Frank didn't know Percy that well, but still it was hard. Percy had accepted him, made him feel special, even needed; all while he was fighting for his memory. Frank had seen Percy weak, and Percy with Annabeth. Those were two different people- sure same body and all; but when Annabeth was in his heart- or even better, next to him- they had more strength than ever. Frank saw that.

Sure, Frank was still a little disturbed by the entire stables incident but he had forgiven the two of them. The two of them. Who were both in Tartarus now. Had the Feast of Fortuna produced such bad omens that they might all die. Hopefully not.

Percy had guarded him while he burned away his life, literally. He had saved him. Now it had been his turn to pay back the favor. But Frank had messed up. He had been so busy flying around, securing the grappling lines to the Athena Parthenos that he hadn't even noticed. Until Jason returned with only Nico and Hazel. Thank the gods Hazel hadn't been hurt or done anything stupid.

Jason. He hadn't noticed either. Maybe, just maybe it hadn't been Frank's fault. No. He was supposed to save them, but he had failed. Frank remembered his conversation with Mars. About Percy facing a sacrifice he can't make, which Frank now realized, was Annabeth, Frank was supposed to stop him- but he hadn't now. Now, 'the whole war will go sideways, and Gaea will destroy our world,' as Mars would say. And it would all be Frank's fault. 'It is not your fault,' he told himself. No use did that do Frank knew.

Frank sighed and pulled on the orange shirt, but dutifully pinned his centurion's badge to it.

Sometimes, more often than not actually he thought they were a joke. Earned by force, and now they were exiles up for execution probably, Frank was pretty sure he was no longer qualified.

There were two short and gently knocks on his door. Frank swung the door open and saw Hazel. She radiated beauty, more than any Venus child Frank had ever met; or Aphrodite for that matter. But of course, Frank knew better than to tell her that so he stuck with, "Hey. You look good today."

Hazel blushed anyhow, making Frank wonder what she would have done is he had said what he thought and replied, "Mhh thanks, everyone else is already upstairs as far as I can tell and Nico is out."

"Out?"

"Helltown."

"Oh…" Frank had no real way to respond to that but Hazel just sighed. "Lets go upstairs," she mumbled.

When they got upstairs the deck was full. Coach Hedge was standing dangerously close to the cannons muttering, "Come on, come on. Lets blow more things up to save them!"

Leo was fiddling around with the control board, and Jason was keeping guard watching over the sky. Piper was looking distastefully at a doughnut sitting on a section of coiled rope near the mast. Nico had just stumbled out of the side of the wall. Frank was never going to understand how he did that!

Jason spotted them first and smiled kindly. "Hey, Centurion Zhang," he teased.

Frank laughed half-heartedly. How could Jason speak so lightly, unless had he moved on? Maybe. Jason had been guilty too, Frank knew. And Hazel, actually everyone had. Yet today they all looked- improved? Frank considered this.

"I'll just get some breakfast then," Frank said and headed back down the stairs to the lower deck. The walls were projecting the Greek camp, and Frank wondered if they knew yet. Probably not.

It would be hard for them too, harder than for Frank even. 'It's not your fault kid, remember that!" A voice spoke into his head. Frank jumped. What the!? The voice had sounded like his fathers, Mars'. 'They don't blame you, no one does.' There it was again.

Was it true? A sudden thought occurred to Frank. What if his duty had not arrived yet, and he would have another chance to make things right? Frank hoped dearly it was so. But Frank also knew he wouldn't be able to do it then, if he was still mopping over Percy and his girlfriend. Frank sighed. 'One more time he thought, it is not your fault.' For once Frank actually believed himself. Frank decided that maybe, just maybe he would be able to save Percy when they arrived in Greece. 'Now with more confidence,' he told himself.

"I will save Percy!" he declared. Instantly he knew that he had just moved on. Moving on..

Wow this really sucks. I just didn't feel it today. In the next chapter Camp Half-Blood will find out. What point of view should that be in? Four reviews for the next chapter! FOUR! Let me know who's POV it should be in. Thanks for three reviews on this site, and two from my friends otherwise.