Hi Hi!
Yeah... New story. And it's Tratie! Though it's really, really sad. I thought of it last night after reading some other PJO fics from the war. My interpretation of what could've happened to Travis and Katie during the Titan War.
Disclaimer: Don't own PJO.
It was a war. That was all she knew as she was fighting wave upon wave of monsters, thirsty for some demi-god blood. And she thought she was going to be safe. She thought she was going to survive. That is; until she saved him.
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Screams of terror, the sound of sword upon sword, and the constant feeling of death surrounded her as she fought a dracanae. As she pierced it with her spear, she had a moment's relief, before the next creature came upon her to attack. The routine was repetitive, and it felt like hours were going by as the hacked and slashed through the monsters. All seemed fine at one moment, even though they were in a middle of a raging war; although that changed, when she saw that he was heading straight for his doom.
He was hacking at some dracanae, not even looking what was behind him. He was unbeknowst to the fact that he was heading straight for a rogue demi-god. The demi-god had a look of pure blood-thirst as he moved back further and further. Getting ever closer to his close death.
She did the impossible. She willed vines to uproot for the ground and grab a hold of his legs. The vines followed her orders, and tossed him at least 10 feet into the air, in which he came crashing to the ground at a break-neck speed. Shock was all that registered on his face before he hit the ground, in which he lay upon still. 'He was safe', was all that she thought, not even knowing what was coming up behind her.
Pain; was what she felt as she looked down on the point of impact with the blade. Her stomach. Blood was starting to seep through her shirt as she realized what was going on, before she fell abruptly to the ground. 'At least I saved him', was her last thought, before she blacked out.
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He was fighting a dracanae. A fairly violent one at that. He never really noticed where he was heading. Never really noticed that he was about to get killed. As the dracanae fell down in a puff of golden dust, he felt a movement behind his back. He swiftly turned and saw a demi-god being hurtled away from him. He looked to see if he could find his savior. That's when he saw it happen.
An enemy demi-god was behind her. A look of shock crossed her face as she looked at her stomach, which was bleeding profusely. She then lifted her help, as if she were looking for someone to help her, before she toppled to the ground.
At that, he ran. Ran as fast as he could get to her. He saw that demi-god. A look on triumph on their face before he stabbed them. He then turned to her. Her body laying lifelessly on the ground. He picked her up bridal style, and started heading towards the hotel where they were setting base camp for the night. She was not going to die on him. Not if he had anything to do with it.
She moved a little in his arms. Then she moved a little more. Then little-by-little, she moved until, her eyes fluttered open. Though very weakly. She was turning deathly-pale. And he knew that soon, it was going to be too late.
"T-T-Travis." she said softly, her voice barely a whisper. He had to strain his ears to know what she had said over the noises over the war.
"Yeah Katie." he said, trying to be as calm as she grew ever weaker. It seemed to be taking all her strength just to keep her eyes open.
"I'm going to die, aren't I?" she asked softly. She seemed to be already accepting her fate as the wound bled even worse.
"Of course you aren't." he said optimistically. "We're going to find you a healer. You're going to live."
She stifled a weak laugh, as her eyelids got heavier and heavier. "Travis. I know you're trying to be optimistic. But it's no use. You know it, and I know it. I'm going to die."
"No you're not." he said firmly as they paused at where they were standing. He thought it was somewhere in Central Park or so. He crouched down and lay Katie on the ground. He was trying to hold back tears as he saw her weak state and as he tried to accept the fact of losing her.
"Please." she said, her voice wavering. She cupped his cheek as he gripped her hand, desperately trying to find a way for her to live. "I don't want to be in pain anymore. I want to die Travis."
"No." he said, his tears free-falling as he spoke. "You can't die."
"And why is that?" she asked.
"Because. I couldn't live with myself of I let you die." he said. His reply shocked Katie and gave her a little bit of strength to stay awake.
"Travis. Please." she said, her voice simply weak. "I know you wouldn't live with yourself. But I'm in pain. This is painful. I simply want to rest."
"But-"he began.
"Travis. I want to tell you something, since I may never get the chance to do so now." she said before taking a precious breath of air. "I-I'm sorry."
"For what?" he asked, his voice breaking.
"For everything. For being cruel to you as I could possibly be. I was terrible to you, and I knew I shouldn't have done that." she said.
"And I know that I shouldn't have put Easter bunnies on your roof." he said, trying to lighten the mood. Katie just gave a simple smile and took another shallow breath.
"And. There's one more thing that I want to tell you." she said shakily.
"Yeah…" he said.
"I always hated you. I completely loathed you." she said before pausing.
"That's nice." Travis said sarcastically. She gave him a death glare but continued talking.
"But. I think I really mistook those feelings. What I'm trying to say is… is…" she said, as her eyelids got heavier and heavier.
"Katie. Katie." Travis said more concernedly, as he shook her.
"I… I…" she muttered before she took her final shallow breath and closed her eyes. The last thing she had wanted to say kept a secret, even in death.
As she stopped breathing; as her pulse stopped; as her heart stopped beating, he knew that he was gone. It was a lost cause. The sunrise was coming and the enemies retreating for the time being. Campers started to scatter, trying to find friends and loved ones. Connor found Travis, holding Katie's lifeless body and crying his heart out.
He never managed to tell her the most important thing. The one thing he should've told her a long time ago. Before the war. The words that will never be uttered by him again. The words that he had meant to say to her. Those three small words that he would have to keep till death. I love you.
Sad right? Told you so.
Anyways. This is a two-shot, so there's going to be another chapter.
So sorry if this was really sad... It made me really sad as well...
I hope you guys review. Because this is like my first take on a death, and I need to know if it was good enough.
I'll update soon! Promise.
