Previously:

"I'm fine" she said, but she wasn't, because she too lost consciousnesses and collapsed into Octavian's arms.

He picked her up behind her knees and her neck, and cursing himself all the way, took her to his room. He really hated it, but he didn't want to leave her side.

Rachel didn't want to open her eyes. She was cozy where she was, she
clung to the body next to her and moaned into it, not wanting to wake
up. It took a few more moments before Rachel realised what she was
doing.

Her eyes flew open to find her face buried in a purple shirt. She
Pulled her hands to her chest to push herself away from whoever was
next to her. But the arms wrapped around her kept her in place.

"Morning princess" Rachel could feel the movement of their chest, the
voice was sleepy and quiet. She pushed again and the arms let her go.

Rachel pulled herself upright and looked over at...

"Octavian!?" Rachel almost shrieked.

"I'm here, my princess" he answered, his eyes opening.

"Don't you dare call me princess again!" Rachel said, her voice
raised, but she wasn't shouting, technically. "What are you doing,
look at me, pay attention, and you better I've me a good answer, I
don't appreciate waking up next to a virtual stranger who tried to
have me killed by a sphinx and I only..."

Her voice petered out as her memory of the previous days events came
into focus again.

"Oh" her eyes turned darker. "What is wrong with you, Octavian? How
messed up does your brain have to be to try to kill a girl then sleep
in the same bed as her?"

Realisation dawned on Rachel at the last part of her outbursts. Se
clambered as far from Octavian as she could get on the bed. Then she
climbed out of it, her clothes were now covered in blood as well as
paint. She tried to stand but collapsed onto the wooden floor, pain
shooting up her leg.

"Say something Octavian" she shouted, tears streaming down her face.

She had lost everything in such a short time, she had Lost her
freedom, her dignity, her friends and now it seemed she would loose
her sanity too.

Her right leg hurt like searing fire. Her head was too clouded by
anger and Rachel didn't have the energy to protest and Octavian
re-appeared in front of her. He took her in his arms and lifted her to
the bed again.

"It's okay, Rachel Elizabeth Dare, I won't hurt you again" his voice
now seemed warm, like honey, and it soothed her. Then she was
overwhelmed by drowsiness, and Rachel fell asleep in the arms of the
roman argur.

When Rachel next woke she was instantly aware of the boy whose embrace
she was still trapped in. She mustered her strength and pushed herself
away from him before he could tighten his hold on her. She only went
as far as the bed allowed, she had learnt her lesson about standing
before.

When she calmed enough to collect her thoughts Rachel whispered across
the large bed.

"Octavian?"

Blue eyes opened instantly and Octavian sat up, looking intently at Rachel.

"What's wrong, my princess, does your leg hurt?"

"Don't. Call. Me. That." Rachel hid her face in the pillow and
screamed, her head hurt, she was so confused.

"What's wrong, Rachel?" He edged closer to her but she shook her head.

"No" she said. "Don't come closer" he turned away from her and sat on
the edge of the bed, swinging his legs.

"I won't hurt you, I made a mistake, I don't want you to be sad, you
can trust me" Octavian mumbled

"And why should I trust you?" Rachel retorted " you've done nothing
but try to kill me so far"

"Because I feel differently about you" he all but whispered.

"Why am I so different? I'm no more special than any other human
being. I'm just favoured by Apollo to be his oracle"

"so that's why your ankle is healing fast, and thats why the Greeks...
you're their argur"

"No, I'm an oracle, well the oracle is in my head, i just live here,
and the oracle uses me to talk when it wants to, and it can talk to
me, but I'm not special"

"Your special to me, I normally push people away, but with you,
it's... Different"

"Why don't you, I mean why do you push people away?"

"It's a long story"

"We'll, I've got forever" Rachel crawled across the bed, careful of
her ankle, and sat on the edge of the bed next to Octavian. He wrapped
his arm around her shoulder, but Rachel didn't protest, instead she
snuggled up to his chest, unsure of her feelings towards the boy, but
wanting to hear him out. "Tell me your story"

Octavian told her about his growing up, his grandmother on his mothers
side was a child of Apollo who had moved to York, England when she got
married to a mortal boy she had saved on a quest. His mother had died
when he was young, and his father had chosen to drink rather than look
after him and his younger sister, Angeline, who he called angel. He
had been 12 at the time, and had to support a family of 3 while
grieving for his beloved mother.

Somehow Rachel felt as if he wasn't telling her the whole story, but
this was a sad story, and she really couldn't blame Octavian.

At the age of 14 he had gotten invited to come to join Lupa's pack,
along with his sister, but she had grown ill and stayed with their
grandmother, who had been unable to take in bob of them.

As Octavian began to talk Rachel picked up on little details about
him. His slight British accent, the way a smile tugged on his lips
whenever he talked about Angel and his slight scowl when talking about
his father.

Then Octavian got to his life at camp Jupiter. Rachel had heard about
it from the Jason, but Octavian told her about all of the hardships,
rather than painting it in a golden light. How they had lost the
legions eagle, how Percy retrieved it, about Reyna's melt downs over
both children of the big three. About the roman gods, and about the
repairs on new Rome.

And then he started talking about a girl, at first Rachel thought he
was talking about Reyna, then he started saying things about the
girl's green eyes, and bravery, and long red hair, and the way she
looks pretty when she sleeps. Then he turned his head to look at
Rachel.

"And she was my special princess" he finished, before leaning down to
seal her lips with his.

A/N: so I'm on a plane home from America as I write this. I'm really
bored so I thought i would write some fan-fiction on my iPad. Trying to
write this while everybody else is sleeping is hard, cuz every time I
think about Octachel I get all fangirly and make weird squeaking,
dying walrus sounds, cuz I'm just that weird. But yeah, hope you liked
it, please review!