A prank from the Stolls

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Chris was lying on his bed, napping as usual, on just a normal sunny afternoon at Camp Half-Blood. Nothing special was going on, and as far as he was concerned even if there was he wasn't bothered. He hadn't got much sleep the night before; living in the Hermes cabin he usually didn't, but last night was an exception. Swirling visions of his time in the labyrinth had invaded his mind, forcing him to re-live the horrific memories. After a while of battling he had decided staying awake was the only option.

He was then suddenly, and in his mind rudely, awoken by a certain daughter of Ares, his girlfriend Clarisse La Rue, when she angrily stormed into his cabin. He sat up quickly and blinked away the sleep, hoping she wasn't angry at him. He didn't fancy fighting with her today, or getting beaten up. The first thing he noticed once his focus had returned was she was scowling, the next thing he noticed was she was covered from head to foot in thick red blood.

"Whoa! What happened?" Chris jumped up quickly from his small bed, still dazed from sleep, but worried about her. All the blood suggested she was hurt, and if so she never went to anyone so it would be bad. That's why he was apprehensive to hear her reply, he had no idea what could have happened.

"Where are the Stolls!?" Clarisse growled, ignoring his question and looking round the quiet, empty cabin. Knowing if they were there, they would be hiding. Cautiously, Chris walked over to her. Not wanting to get beaten up for something he didn't do, and held onto her upper arms, forcing her to look at him.

"What happened?" He repeated calmly, his eyes moving up and down her blood soaked body to check for injuries, and his hands holding her tightly, but not painfully.

"Your siblings!" She scowled and turned to leave the cabin, she intended to make them pay, and she intended to make them pay now.

"They're not here!" Chris insisted and shut the door so she couldn't leave "Stay with me and get cleaned up. You can't go after them covered in blood."

"Yes I can" Snapping, she frowned at him. That caused Chris to sigh and run his fingers through his hair, a habit he often found himself doing when he was stressed, or worried. He seemed to be both right now.

"What did they do?" He asked wearily.

"They changed all the water in my cabin to blood!" Clarisse spat out angrily, finally giving up trying to get to the door and choosing to pull all their sheets and belongings off their beds.

"They did what!?"

"Have you gone deaf Rodriguez?" She scowled and began wiping blood off her arms once she was finished with their belongings. Chris began helping her, wiping his bloody hands on his jeans.

"You can use our shower?" He offered.

"Not until I've found them, and killed them!" Clarisse growled and pushed his arms away, intending to leave the cabin.

"No! Shower first, then I'll help you get back at them" Chris bargained, not waning her to go out like that and risk getting laughed at, which would only worsen her already bad mood.

She sighed "Fine!" and nodded before walking into the bathroom. "You better make sure this cabin stays empty punk!" Clarisse called as she locked the door, earning an eye roll Chris felt was needed even if she couldn't see it.

While Clarisse was in the shower he sat on his bed thought about the prank. He knew they hadn't told him because they were worried he would tell Clarisse – which he probably would. He had no idea how they had did it, and to him it seemed genius. But maybe it wasn't best to use it on his very violent girlfriend. He wanted to keep Clarisse happy, but he also wanted to keep the injuries to his siblings to a minimum. They were sort of family after all. While he was busy musing over what to do he didn't hear the shower shut off, or Clarisse walk back out.

"Rodriguez!" Her sharp voice shook Chris out of his thoughts.

"What?" He got up from his small bed and raised an eyebrow at her, waiting for an answer. When she didn't reply he took that as an invitation to walk over and pull her into a tight hug, "You gonna answer?" He questioned, rubbing her back gently.

"I said you should stay out of your cabin for the next couple of days" She rolled her eyes and rested her head on his shoulder, once again thankful he was slightly taller. She didn't usually like sappy moments, let alone hugs, but privacy was rare in a busy camp so she let him make the most of it.

"Really? Why's that?" Chris smiled when she didn't pull away and wrapped an arm round her waist, the other playing gently with her hair.

"Because things could get ugly"