Chapter Sixty Five

After the surprise that the other army gave us during the night, we moved camp and unpacked. We all settled down to sleep.

I couldn't sleep, however. And it wasn't long until I spotted the problem.

...

"Percy," I whispered loudly. "Wake up,"

He woke up almost immediately. We sneaked outside together.

"What?" he asked.

"What's up with your dreams?" I asked.

We were using the demigods as a warning beacon. The other side had attacked us in the night before, but we were always prepared.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"You didn't warn us that they were coming," I said. "Did you not get a dream about it?"

"No, I didn't," he said slowly, shaking his head.

"What do you think happened?" I asked. "Do you think that they might have found a way to stop you? To block you from seeing them?"

Percy thought about it. "Yeah. Because I didn't dream at all." The more he talked, the more sure of it he became.

I nodded slowly. "Alright. Well, that sucks. Oh, well, I'm sure that there's someone in one of these fandoms that can see the future. I'll try to come up with someone else. You should go back to bed. You look like you need the sleep."

Percy nodded and went back to his tent. Right before he entered, he turned back around and hurried back to me. "Rissa…" he started.

I was surprised. He usually called me commander, or captain, or something. At first, it was slightly sarcastically, but now, with respect. I'm glad that I've earned the title.

"Yes?" I asked. I said yes now, instead of yeah. Even my language was changing.

"You should get some sleep, too. You know, I was in charge of a war once. I remember what it's like," he said quietly.

"I know, Percy," I said. Normally, I would have laughed, or smiled. But now, I just said it sadly. And I turned and walked away.

I could tell that Percy stood there and watched me a bit, before turning around and going back into his tent.

Everything made me sad.

...

"Hey Thor," I said quietly, coming up behind him.

He was up, looking at the stars. He found a hill nearby and was sitting under a tree.

"Rissa," he said. He didn't turn around. He recognized my voice. I came up and sat down beside him.

We sat in silence as we looked at the stars. It wasn't awkward. We got along to well for that.

"Do you miss it?" I asked quietly. "Asgard?"

He turned and looked at me. "Do you?" he asked.

I looked down. He knew that the answer was yes, anyway.

But I still visited Asgard every night. I saw Loki.

I didn't tell Thor that. He doesn't even know that his brother is still alive.

"I miss the Doctor," I said quietly. "I don't know what's taking him so long."

"He'll be back," Thor said, giving me a small smile. "With time."

I didn't look at him. I kept my eyes on the stars. "Get some sleep, mister," I said, slightly nudging him.

He got up and was hesitant to leave.

"You know," he said quietly. "You should get some sleep as well." He was very serious.

Then again, my life was very serious.

I said nothing. He sighed, and left. And I was alone, looking at the stars.

...

Cas appeared next to me. I didn't jump. I figured that he would show up some time or later.

Lots of late night visitors today, huh?

"Hello, Rissa," he said.

"Cas," I said quietly. Any other situation and I would smile.

But I was in a war. It seemed like there was no room for smiling.

"You have a sadness in you…that I cannot fix," Cas said quietly.

"Well, that was random," I said. But it didn't have the same kick as it normally would have. It wasn't funny, it wasn't sarcastic, and it wasn't the right thing to say.

But I had no other words in my mouth.

"Goodnight, Rissa," Cas said. He reached for my forehead, and I fell asleep.

...

I woke up in my bed. I was upset that Cas did that to me, but I felt much better. Relaxed…more like myself.

He helped me remember.

Before long, I was smiling for the first time in years. I was thinking of adventures that the Doctor and I had. I remembered messing with Dean, and being best friends with Sherlock. Of growing up with Thor and Loki, seeing Harry grow up.

And then I was crying.

Because I missed it, and because I ended up in charge of an army in a war that I wanted nothing to do with.

But despite it all, I still figured that I could do it.

I just needed the Doctor.