Disclaimer: I don't own anything besides the plotline.

AN: This was a pretty big challenge to write, which is why it took like 2 months. Plus - SCHOOOOOLLLLLL. SORRRYYYYYYYY :( I hope you forgive me... :)

PEACE.

Word (s):

They come.

Quote:

Clary: You really need to DTR.

Simon: What's that?

Clary: Define the relationship (*insert eye roll)

Prompt:

My plan?

Recap:

She finished lunch, along with the rest of the Greeks at her table, and Frank and Hazel.

People were trickling out of the forum and into the parade, when she felt a tap on her shoulder.

Reyna turned around, and saw a girl with brown hair and kaleidoscope eyes.

Piper.

"Reyna, can I talk to you?" asked Piper, "In private?"

Reyna nodded curtly, and let the girl drag her to the baths – Reyna would've gone for the bathroom in the city as it was closer, but she was new here. They passed the colorful stalls, spilling with fruit and various items, while attracting curious glances from the people.

Reyna and Piper ignored them as they passed the pomerian line, and collected their weapons.

They walked to camp, where they entered the pomerian gate and passed a bunch of people.

Then the baths came into view; in it's full glory.

Piper opened one of its enormous doors, and Reyna walked in without a thanks.

"So what was it that you were going to ask me?" This rather blunt question was met with some hesitance to answer the question.

"What did I do wrong?" Piper bit her lips.

"Oh, that's very descriptive isn't it? What do you mean by it?" Reyna already knew. It was quite obvious even to her that she'd been avoiding her. She tried to keep her voice sounding bored, and she hoped Piper bought it.

Probably not though, she wasn't the daughter of Aphrodite for nothing. "Do you have something against me?"

Reyna froze. It was only for a second and to normal people, they wouldn't notice. But she was Piper. She noticed everything. "Why are you asking me this?"

"Because you've been avoiding me." She said it as blunt as she could. Reyna had to fight the temptation to name a hundred things she had been holding against the girl, probably the result of her charmspeak. But Reyna held her ground. Circe trained her, and while she forgot most of the magic she taught her, the art of ignoring charmspeak was imbedded into her childhood. "No I haven't," lied Reyna.

"Just tell me if you have something against me."

"No." This came surer than her last response. "I'm leaving now." She turned around and had one foot out the door when Piper caught her arm, once again.

"Please." She was pleading now.

It probably was hard for her to beg her boyfriends ex-best friend/almost girlfriend to answer her question.

"No." Reyna was pretty sure she answered too fast, and that Piper would know.

Her kaleidoscope eyes bore into her eyes, and she stared back.

Unlike others, this girl can hold her gaze. A minute might've passed, or a second. The girl finally looked away. She pursed her lips. "Fine."

She opened the door and walked out, and Reyna let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. She could understand Piper. She didn't hate her either, contrary to popular belief.

Reyna followed her until the crossroads at the principia and the praetor villas. She looked at it for a while. Then she took the path to the left. It was her duty as a roman.

She sat down at her desk, and ate all the jellybeans, dusted the bookshelves down, finished all the paperwork, (it had considerably lessened when Octavian had gotten moony eyed over that daughter of Hecate) and re-arranged the books on the shelves according to author and category.

Reyna had run out of things to do.

She gingerly took out her slightly battered copy of the fault in our stars. She flipped to a random page and saw the scratches she made in the page. She'd been such a confusing ball of emotions when Jason left to camp-half-blood during the seven months. She'd practically re-read it ten times and she'd memorized the first five pages. After that, she was too busy.

She smiled as flashes of jellybeans and stars clouded her mind, reminding her of the glory days. Her finger traced over the scratch marks on the words, remembering how it happened. She winced at the memory and closed the book and put it back in place. Reyna flopped down on the chair and folded her arms on the desk and found herself falling asleep.