Hi y'all! I'm sorry! I will never again complain about you being impatient ever again! Be impatient, nag all that you please! It helps me, especially when I'm feeling negative and self conscious about my story. So please be impatient and nag away. I'm selfish and in need of your praise! lol, Seriously though, after far too long here is another chapter, the next one should be soon to follow, it's already partially written. This was a tough one to get out, ::sigh:: we'll see, I'll be curious to see what you guys think. Either you're going to be terribly confused or you're going to get what's going on. I'm hope it's the latter. Thank you for my reviews! Praise, questions, comments, and opinions are greatly appreciated. Constructive criticisms is also appreciated after I sulk and get self conscious for a few :-D

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Miette

**Disclaimer** I own nothing that belongs to Rick Riordan.

Bia shook her head at the site that greeted her when she entered the Nidus. On the floor, leaning against the fire place, Lou slept lightly, five small people curled on floor pillows around her. Lou and the children were all in their pajamas, a book lay open on Alouette's lap. Quietly, Bia moved about the room, picking up Lou's empty tea cup, debating if she should wake the group and send them to their beds.

"Bia?"

She turned toward the sleepy voice, "Hey, Josephine," Bia whispered to the sister of Mica. Josephine's father was a literature Professor and had been working on his thesis, which somehow involved Little Women and Jo's Boys, when he met Minerva. "What were you guys up to?"

"We got tired of waiting for you to read more of our book."

"Oh yea?" Bia kept her voice at a whisper, but the other children were beginning to stir at soft sound of her and Josephine's conversation. She picked up the book in question from her sister's lap, The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe. "What part are you guys at?"

"Where Edmund is rescued," Kiki said with a yawn.

"Yea, dumb Edmund." Drew rubbed sleep from his eyes.

"Why is Edmund dumb?" Bia asked, laying the book down on a table.

All five of the children began speaking at once.

"They have very definite opinions on this subject." Lou said from her spot on the floor.

"Sorry, about waking you." Lou just shrugged in reply, "Ok, one at a time, what do you guys have against Edmund Pevensie?"

"He's dumb." Josephine said with a sniff, "he lets the evil witch trick him."

"He's nasty and hurtful," Kiki glanced at her brother, "how can he be so awful to his brother and sisters?"

Drew nodded in agreement with his sister, "He almost gets everyone hurt and killed, too."

"He made a mistake." Bia said looking at each of the unforgiving children. "A big mistake, but it's just a mistake. He sees the error of his ways, he realizes the White Witch is the bad guy and ends up fighting with his family and the Narnian's. Aslan forgives him, everyone forgives him."

"Because they're weak!" Anthony, Josephine's friend and a son of Mercury was one of the last people Bia expected to hear that response from.

"Forgiving people is weak, Ant?"

"Ok, maybe not weak, but, seriously! He betrayed his family, he almost got them killed, he had no problem working with the evil witch. And everyone just forgives him? Like nothing happened? Aslan takes his place on The Stone Table?"

"What do you think, Mica?"

The girl looked around, "I don't know. I don't like Edmund, but he's not evil."

"You don't just help the bad guys, and then come back to the good guys and expect everything to be ok!" Kiki said.

"You don't think people should get second chances when they make a mistake, Ki?" Bia wrung her hands behind her back, out of the view of the children.

"That's not a mistake, that's a betrayal."

"Edmund didn't realize the Queen was evil when he first met her."

"That's because he's dumb." Josephine said. "If he'd listened to his sister or used part of his brain he would have realized. He was just thinking of himself and food, though."

"Well, food is a strong incentive, I'd trust someone that gave me food." Anthony said, ducking the swing Josephine aimed at his head.

"What if I made a mistake? Or one of your brothers or sisters or friends made a mistake like that?"

The children all looked between each other, thinking up a response.

"Alright, consider this query while Somnus gives you sleep. Perhaps Morpheus will give you dreams on the matter." Lou began to shoo the children out. "It's is far beyond time for you lot to be in bed, off with you."

Grumbling, the children headed out to their respective tents where they slept with their brothers and sisters.

Bia dropped like a rock onto the hearth, placing her head in her hands.

"How was party night?"

"Fine." Bia's voice was tight as she responded shortly to her sister.

"They're Nati, they don't know what they're talking about, Bi."

"What?" Bia looked up at her sister, trying to school her features into a false content confusion.

"About the whole Edmund/traitor/reality thing. They don't know. It's just a book. They're kids, it's black and white to them."

"I don't know what you're talking about?"

"You're upset about what they were saying."

Bia rolled her eyes at her sister as she rose and headed to the back part of the Nidus where their tent is. She tried not to think of what she'd often said before of Children seeing things more clearly then grown people. "You're being silly."

"Sure I am." Lou sighed, she recognized the tone in her sisters voice and the hard matte look in her sisters eyes, there was no light in them at the moment. If she kept pushing, all she was going to accomplish was getting Bia in a temper, not something she felt like dealing with.

It was a few short hours later that Bia woke in a cold sweat. She felt as though a tight hand was clenched around her neck. She tried to ease her loud breathing, not wanting Lou to wake up asking what was wrong. The same dread from the same nightmare that had been repeating since that night at Camp Half Blood gripped her, but this time it was different. This time, she remembered her dream. She knew what upset her, and on top of her fear and worry, she was sick to her stomach. With a glance at Lou's sleeping form, Bia silently rose from her bed, tugging the sheets into passable neatness by habit. She slipped her feet into a pair of soft slippers and pulled an oversized sweater jacket over the cami and pajama shorts she wore. Moving by rote, not conscious thought, she made a mug of hot green tea and went outside. In the nominal light of false dawn, she made her way to 'her rock', a large relatively flat, level boulder a bit away from the tents where she liked to lay and watch the sky. This morning, she could watch the sky gradually lighten with the sunrise and the approach of Apollo's chariot. Once she'd laid back, she could no longer avoid allowing the dream she'd to the forefront of her mind for consideration. She thought it was a cruel dream for Morpheus to bestow upon her, or whatever god or goddess asked the god of dreams to place it in her sleeping mind. Bia knew that a peoples poor decisions and actions often came back to haunt them, but she thought it was usually years before they had to address them. Though she knew she couldn't make amends, she was trying and she thought she'd have more than a few months to live down her atrocious and misguided lack of judgment.

Bia watched the scene in the dream unfold as an outsider, as though watching a movie, not an active participant. It was dark, the dead of night, but a nice night, clear, warm, the type of night that made you want to lay back and listen to the crickets and cicadas in the middle of the summer. The only light was given off by the full moon and the stars the shone through the dense trees overhead. However, by this minimal light, Bia could see the characters of her dream. A tall, broad, well muscled teenage boy leaned back against a thick tree trunk, Andy. He seemed calm, waiting for something. Around him three other forms paced or sat by their nature, anxious. It was hard to make them out in the faint light, but Bia's memory supplied two of their identities. Patrick, a son of one of the minor gods, she was horrified to look back now and realize she had no idea what Pat's parentage was, paced back and forth beside Andy. The second figure was an Empusae who sat back, seemingly bored and sulking. The third figure, stood talking to Andy, though Bia did not realize she had been there that night.

"You are sure she will come? I am surprised her loyalties could have been swayed."

"Her loyalty is to me, Ceto. She is naive and idealistic, simple to convince that the change is for the best." Andy didn't look up from his hands where he was cleaning his nails with a knife. Ceto, the monstrous daughter of Gaea and Pontus, glared at Andy's calm confidence. "Go, Ceto. She will be here soon, you're presence is not one I want to have to explain. She is ignorant of much of the truth of our plan and in denial of more. No need to change that now and risk losing her." With a huff the sea demon disappeared and a moment later, the girl they'd been discussing stepped through the trees.

Bia nearly didn't recognize herself in the girl that walked up to Andy. She wore all black, blending into the shadows around them, her long braided hair was heavy with a spiked strap, same as she'd worn the day they set out on the Argo II, a deterrent for anyone who grabbed her hair to try again. Her clothing, however, wasn't what made her own appearance so unfamiliar to her. The smirk on her face was mimicked in the way she held herself, all of her body language. It displayed a coldness, a feeling so alien to her nature, she'd felt for weeks, maybe even months leading up to this night. She dropped her bag at her feet and leaned into Andy, tightly wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Are they suspicious?" He snaked his arms around her waist as he spoke.

"Not a bit. They all believe we were growing apart in the last few weeks before you left. They believe I'm heartbroken and worried about you going over to the 'dark side'. They'll have no idea what to make of my disappearance."

"Good job, kitten." He kissed her cheek before releasing her waist and grabbing her hand, "we've a bit of a trek before us, we'd better get going before anyone notices your gone."

The scene changed, Bia couldn't recall exactly how long after the night she left the Schola to meet up with Andy it was, but she thought it was about a week and a half after the first scene of her dream. Bia stood on Mount Orthy's, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth. Her eyes were locked on San Francisco far below. She couldn't acknowledge the scene around her or higher up on the hill. She kept going over in her mind what she was doing here with Andy, with the Titans, with the more and more monsters she realized were involved each day. Something had to change. She and Andy agreed on that. Too many parentless children that didn't need to be. She thought of the Nati she looked after, some of them so young. They asked for their parents, both their mortal and godly, especially when they first arrived and it broke her heart a bit more each time she held one and tried to explain why they couldn't see their mortal parent or why they'd never met their godly one. She hated the red and tearstained faces. She hoped they weren't missing her too much, Lou would take good care of them, if she needed extra hands Gwen and Kota liked the kids well enough without the extra ease the two daughters of Vesta had inherited from their mother. Bia's frown deepened at the thought of her sister and her friends, but she was here for them, too. There was no reason a child should have lost her leg so young as Alouette did. There was no reason her friends should have to risk their health and lives and receive no acknowledgment from their parents as they did. It was their parents fault Lou had been hurt. It was their parents fault for the friends they'd lost in quests and skirmishes. Andy had shown here that. She'd blamed herself when Lou was hurt, she should have better protected her baby sister, but Andy had shown her it wasn't her fault. Andy was the only one who knew what had happened to her mortal family after she'd left and he'd shown her how it wouldn't have happened if not for her mother and the gods. It wasn't her fault. Her father, her three aunts, her adorable little cousins, Moira, Fiona, and Liam all dead, and her mother had done nothing. Her mother could have prevented it. It was the night that Bia had told Andy they were dead that he'd told her what he'd been doing, that he was helping the Titans and was going to give the Olympian's a wakeup call. She'd argued with him at first, it was crazy. However, as the tears dried for her family, she realized some of the truth of what he was saying. She was starting to think she'd been right in the first place, this was crazy, this wasn't the way to fix everything.

The scene changed again, Bia was pacing around, agitated, her agitation leaking out to everyone and everything around. She knew Andy would be angry with her, because he'd asked her to us her ability to ease peoples' minds and emotions to do just that for the 'soldiers' present at Orthy's, here she was doing the exact opposite, but she was pissed and didn't care.

"Bia!" she ignored Andy's voice behind her. "Bia!" He grabbed her arm, roughly turning her towards him.

"Get off of me." She glared at him, trying to wrench her arm from his iron grip.

"One little thing I asked you to do and instead of calming everyone, you're—you're intentionally agitating everyone."

"I told you to get off of me."

"And I told you to ease everyone's tension and make them happy." He twisted her arm behind her back, drawing a small gasp from her.

"You lied to me. You told me Lou and the Nati would be safe. You promised me that my friends and the young ones would not be hurt."

"I'm your friend, Bi. What are they? Nothing. They don't care about you, not like I do."

"That would be a lot more believable," Bia gasped through her gritted teeth, "if you weren't nearly breaking my arm."

He loosend his hold on her and lowered her arm from behind her back, but as it hung limp at her side, he kept his hand loosely around her wrist. "I'm sorry, Kitten, I'm just worked up a bit. Everything is happening now. I'm your friend, I'm the one who cares about you." He reached out to caress her cheek with the hand not encircling her wrist.

She shied away from his touch, "I'm not falling for your words again. I wan-"

He released her wrist, shoving her to the ground in the process, "Well, it was worth a try."

"I wanted to believe you, I wanted you to truly be trying to make things better. This isn't though," she gestured around them, "this won't make anything better not for anyone but the titans themselves. This will be a new 'Golden Age'. What do you think they will do to their demi-god followers when all is said and done? They care nothing for us but as pawns. At least the gods try to care!" she shook her head, "and I listened to you. I believed. I was sucked in."

Andy towered over her as she sat on her knees in the dirt, "So what? Are you blaming me for tricking you because-"

"No, I'm not. I came to you of my own choice. You didn't trick me. I blame myself for being so dumb, so naive, so malleable. I will suffer eternity in the fields of punishment for my treason. I will find away to make as much penance as I can before that, though." She rose as quickly as she could, drawing Flamma, her pugio knowing full well that on her best days she could never take Andy.

"My little Kitten's got claws now, huh?" He scoffed at her.

"Don't call me that, Andy," unsteadily, Bia braced her feet as she pulled her spatha, Impetus from its sheath. One blade in each hand she faced Andy.

"Don't be stupid." He pulled out his gladius, the extra length of the blade overkill since by skill alone he could easily take Bia.

"I'm leaving here, I'm leaving you, even if it's only to go to Hades and face my eternity."

Dreaming Bia thanked the gods for small blessings as the scene changed again, whoever had decided to send her these dreams didn't deem it necessary for her to watch how Andy soundly beat her. To this day she wasn't sure how she managed to get down the mountain to where she was found. Last thing she remembered was losing consciousness and Andy walking away telling two of the nearby Cyclops to finish her.

The next scene was her waking up, on the ground farther down the mountain, surrounded by the shocked and concerned faces of her fellow legionnaires. How much unnecessary trouble and difficulty had they faced because she'd betrayed them? Because she could sense their approach and warn Andy? Because she told Andy of their plans and strategies? Things that he wasn't privy to but with her higher rank she was.

Gwenn was kneeling at Bia's side, a hand laid against Bia's brow, "Oh, mellita, we've been so worried for you. Lou has been absolutely beside herself! No, don't get up, I need to atleast start a healing on you," Gwenn turned from Bia, "DB! Bring me some of what's left of the nectar!"

The boy Gwenn had called came into Bia's line of site, "Here, we've barely any left, so."

"I'm just going to give her a sip."

"I've got the others scrounging to see if we've got any ambrosia left."

"Lou will be sending more supplies up soon." Gwenn said absently, holding a spoon to Bia's lips, "Here, this will help." DB walked away, Bia later found out it was to work on more of the many legionnaires in need of healing. "Alright, Bobby is going to carry you over to the infirmary, you'll be right as rain soon." Gwenn laid a soft kiss on Bia's cheek, which just compounded Bia's guilt knowing this girl that considered her a sister could have gone through less trouble and anxiety if it weren't for her.

Others were starting to stir in the tents around Bia as she turned her mind to the last two scenes from her dream. The first of the two had taken place while she was passed out in the makeshift infirmary tent, it was a heated discussion between Reyna, Jason, Bobby, Gwenn, Dakota and Hazel.

"Something isn't right here!" Reyna whispered, they didn't want any of those around them to know the topic of their discussion. "Something was off when she disappeared and something is still off now that she's back."

"Why can't you just be happy that Bi is back?" Hazel glared at Reyna, her face was smudged with dirt, her hair a mess, she was not her usual picture perfect self.

"I am happy she's back, but I feel like we're missing something important. What if she was how they knew ever move we were going to make before we made it?"

"So, Andy forced her to tell him!" Hazel crossed her arms, she knew she was losing this argument.

"Until we have reason to believe otherwise, we will continue as we've started. Bia is one of us. End of discussion." When Jason spoke in that tone of voice, everyone knew there was no questioning him. He was answered by a round of assents before the scene changed for the final time before Bia woke.

Bia had insisted on fighting. She was barely healed enough to stand on her own two feet, and looking back it was stupid and bull headed of her to insist. She'd thought she could help, but now she realized she's fortunate she didn't do more harm than good, in the state she was in physically and emotionally, she was a liability in battle. It was her fault so many people were hurt, so many people had died. Now that she was back where she was supposed to be she was going to do what she could to help. Bia watched as she saw herself fight as best she could. She knew the moment the her in her dream saw Andy and headed for him. He was waiting for her.

"You should know," he called as soon as she was within earshot, "I sent Ceto after your mortal family. You're mother had not chance to protect them if she wanted to or not. You couldn't have saved them Ceto said the three children asked for you."

"You're sick." Bia thought of her three sweet, annoying, but sweet little cousins. Moira at 9 wanted to be an astronaut, 3 yearold Fiona wanted to be the pretty lady that rode the horses at the circus, while 5yearold Liam changed his mind everyday from fireman to whatever the latest thing he saw or heard of was. They were too young to die. They were mortal and should have been able to live a long and normal life, and Andy had taken that from them, because of her.

"I had to do something dramatic to push you over to my side."

Bia was only a few feet from Andy now, she took all of the pain, anger, and resent me she felt over the revelation that he'd had her family killed and threw it into a wall of pure energy and emotion, it wasn't solid, but it would keep everyone else away for right now. It was an invisible line of feeling that no one would want to cross. "You will pay for everything." She swung at Andy, their fight didn't last long. All she could imagine was that he was over confident or her adrenaline and emotion gave her an edge, maybe one of the gods had decide to give her a hand. Whatever it was, she had somehow bested Andy. She didn't care how.

Bia pulled out of her reverie as the Schola around her began to wake. This was the dream that had been plaguing her? Why? What did it mean? Were one of the gods simply toying with her? Agitating her? She stood up from her seat on the rock pulling into place a mask she hadn't worn in a long time. She'd do her best not to let on to anyone that something was wrong, very very wrong.

I hope you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing! Please comment/review as you feel so moved! They will be leaving the Schola within the next three chapters, at the latest. My very rough outline is flexible. I flipped flopped on whether to go this direction or another, as you see, I went this one. I hope your still with me! lol

Thanks!
Miette