Notes: Um. So while trying to figure out how to do this prompt, I got myself a new headcanon. I kindof like this new headcanon, because drama and stuff, so... XD


Title: History

Prompt: Song; Titanium, David Guetta feat. Sia.

Word Count: 498


A twist, a blur of purple and gold, and Octavian found himself pressed against the nearest pillar.

"Jason," he re-oriented himself, and smiled as widely as he could under the circumstances, "Wasn't expecting to see you here."

Silence.

"You should probably let go of me now."

Jason's eyes narrowed (finally, an expression) and he shoved him away. Octavian grunted, but managed to catch himself.

Regardless of the many glitches, his plans were (as usual) working quite well overall. None of the Greeks were politicians, and none of them began to knew where to defend themselves against character assassinations and verbal attacks. Put Jackson and Reyna in a little too much close proximity and Chase would be visibly affected. Chase was Jackson's Achilles heel, and anything affecting her was sure to affect him. McLean and Valdez were boiling pots just waiting to spill over, and all it took to make either of them unstable was insinuating that Jason (understandably) cared little for them. Really, it was all so ridiculously simple that he was beginning to get bored.

(Granted, the Oracle girl was just the littlest bit more savvy than he expected (finishing school status drama, he'd heard her mutter to Chase), but that was one lone voice of reason whose opinions were rarely counted because well- mortal.)

His glee must have shown on his face (he always let his guard down around Jason; it didn't matter with him), because then there was a pained sigh.

"Stop it," Jason told him.

"Stop what?"

"This. Being you. Stirring up trouble," Jason sighed, "We're in the middle of a war, Octavian."

"Exactly," Octavian rolled his eyes, brushing off imaginary lint from his clothes, "And the last thing you need in a war is a collection of high-strung hotheads leading the crack team. You know I could do better than them."

"Not worth the price, and you know it. And stop baiting them!"

"Who?"

"You know who!"

His arguments with Jason always, always devolved into juvenile phrases, like two five year olds in a snit. It was just one of those things.

"Your love life is plenty messed up without me interfering, buddy."

"Then don't."

Octavian shrugged, "You know me better than that."

He never tried to manipulate Jason. Jason knew exactly how his mind worked from before. A mistake on his part. Conquerors could not afford to be friends.

But sometimes, when they argued and glared like this, he liked to resurrect his optimism. Just so he could watch it get shot down again, he suspected.

Back down. Back down and join me. Accept my authority. Be my friend again.

Please.

But of course, he wouldn't. Jason had his principles and his bloodline, Octavian had his pride and his ambition. Neither of them was going to give, and both of them were going to go down fighting the other.

"I wish it wasn't like this."

"So do I," Octavian shrugged and turned away, "But if wishes were horses, etcetera. Good night, Jason."