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-Regarding Strawberries and Socks-

Katie scowled at the closed door, tapping her foot impatiently.

"Open up already, there's no way you're still sleeping." The sun was beginning to blaze against the back of her legs, and the fabric of her neon orange shirt was sticking to her as drops of sweat ran down her neck. This had better be worth the risk.

Footsteps sounded, and within seconds the door creaked.

"What do you want, Greenie? It's noon and I need my beauty sleep." One of the Stoll twins leaned up against the side of the cabin, his eyes only half open from the glare of the light. "Although you clearly might need it more than I do." He clearly wasn't tired enough to hold back his smugness.

Her frown deepened, tugging the sunhat farther down her forehead. The green hair was what caused all this to begin with. His smirk caused her chest to tighten in anger. Might as well get to the point before you regret trying to form an alliance.

"Connor, I need your help getting back at Travis."

She watched as his eyes widened, his eyebrows rising so high they disappeared underneath his brown curls. His grin lit up his whole face.

"Count me in, Greenie."

She sighed. "Okay, that's already getting old." He shrugged and walked past her, down the stairs and around to the back of the cabin.

Katie huffed out a breath of annoyance and followed.

Conner turned to face her, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"So, do you have any ideas?"

She shuffled her feet before muttering. "That's what I'm coming to you for."

This was too much for him, judging by the cackle afterwards.

"And I thought you were actually making progress in our little game."

"Our game?"

"Well, your's and Travis's." He explained, but Katie was losing her patience.

"Look, do you have anything I can use against him? He could come back any minute."

"Yeah about that; where is he now?" Conner cocked his head to the side like a puppy, his hair flopping over.

"Your guess is as good as mine." She folded her arms, tapping her foot again. Around them, weeds started popping up, arching towards Conner. He stumbled back, hands up in surrender.

"Geez, calm yourself, Flakey."

"Are you kidding me?! ONE SUNBURN."

The one time Katie had fallen asleep in the strawberry patch, it'd been shockingly bright, and she'd woken up redder than any of the strawberries she'd been growing. The dried sunburn had made her look like a snake shedding its skin, and thus the nickname Flakey was born. She still was humiliated about that one.

"You tell me how to get revenge or so help me, I will bury you alive." Her voice was dead quiet.

"Fine. Next week is Capture the Flag. I happen to know Travis wears the same pair of… 'lucky' socks every game. And so far, he's been on the winning team every time."

Katie was speechless.

"That's it? That's the ultimate prank?"
"It's not like you've got any ideas. Besides, you should hear how he brags about them. It'll be good for the whole cabin to get rid of them."

"So what are we waiting for? Let's just get them now and get it over with."

"A, no. No, not yet. Wait until the night before, while everyone is at the bonfire. If he notices them the day off, he'll be more nervous."

She scowled again. Katie hated waiting. Conner laughed at that.

"Don't worry Greenie, we'll make sure it will be worth the wait."

It'd been 4 days, 10 hours, and 53 minutes since they'd talked. She was ready.

Currently they were hiding on top of the roof, waiting for everyone to head to the bonfire. Or at least, she was crouching while Connor sat on the chimney eating a bag of chips he'd stolen from her earlier.

"Is that really necessary? We aren't supposed to be seen." She hissed, the setting sun filling her with anticipation.

He shrugged, taking his time to crumble the chip bag as loudly as he could before throwing it off the side. She growled.

"You are an idiot, you know that? You just littered in front of the daughter of-"

"Yeah, yeah I'm terrified. And about your previous statement of concern," He paused to sit up straight and sniff. "It's not everyday you rob your own cabin. If someone sees me, they aren't going to be suspicious." She grumbled a response, turning back to watch the rest of the kids filter out and head towards the flickering bonfire. How is it possible that one person could be so incredibly, completely annoying?

"It's go time." She whispered, feeling a bit like someone out of a spy movie. A thrill went through her spine picturing Travis's shocked face the next morning. It was going to be perfect.

Meanwhile, Connor was showing off by vaulting off the roof, landing squarely on his feet next to the door with a grin and a key in his hand.

"You coming or what?"

"Calm your face, I'm behind you." He jumped a little, turning to see her smiling. That ivy on the wall can really come in handy.

He rolled his eyes and opened the door, flourishing his arms.

"Get over yourself."

"Same to you, Flakey." She ignored him and went to Travis's bed. It was covered in junk, and Katie had to pull back to avoid the rotten smell.

"Um, it's not that one, his is the top bunk."

"Really? I could've sworn…"

"What, you watch my brother sleep now?" She went beet red at that.

"Of course not. I've just been in here a few times to give him the remains of his pranks back. He was always sitting on this one." Connor shrugged, then climbed the ladder to the top bunk, flipping over the mattress.

"He hides his stuff under the mattress."

Katie joined him, rifling through the "treasure" hidden beneath the mattress. Wrappers, a gold bracelet, cologne, some poor girl's earrings, and a leftover hamburger.

"Ack, could you guys be any more disgusting than you already are?" He laughed and reached over her, grabbing an envelope near the headboard.

"He keeps his socks in an envelope? No way." She looked up at Connor in disbelief. This just kept getting weirder and weirder. She was starting to get a little worried this was a trap.

'My brother takes his socks very seriously, Katie. Never insult a man's socks." He nodded at his words, emptied the envelope, and jumped off the ladder.

"Are you sure this is worth it?"

"Trust me, it will be."

It was only after she left that Katie realized he'd called her by her real name.

Camp Half-Blood was splitting up for the long awaited Capture the Flag, and Katie was practically bouncing with excitement.

Chiron explained the rules to all the newbies, even though there really weren't any, and everyone split to get on their armor. The Stoll brothers were still nowhere to be found. She found herself laughing as she put on the blue helmet and gear, unsheathing a knife from the bin. It was going to be spectacular to finally get back at him for making her life miserable. Katie was so ready flowers started blooming around her feet.

Clarisse nudged her. The girl was a huge bully, but she had a soft spot for Katie after the war. She'd saved her several times, and they'd been friends ever since.

"You ready for this? We got whipped last time, and I'm not gonna get used to that feeling."

Katie grinned through her response. "More ready than you'll ever know."

The team gathered around the river's edge, waiting for the horn to blow. Quickly they assessed their plan.

They had Demeter, Ares, Hephaestus, and Athena. They were already winning. The plan was to have the Demeter kids spread out and set traps, while Ares and Athena attacked. Hephaestus would guard their flag along with any stray Demeter kids.

Katie was gone the second the horn blew, pounding through the forest to her left. She felt like flying. She was one of the few kids in her cabin who actually enjoyed this kind of thing. Maybe the Stolls were rubbing off on her a little. She grimaced at that.

Climbing the tree was easy, and setting up the traps was easy. All she really had to do was picture them in her head and they would grow, leaves twisting into ropes, stalks of flowers forming cages, spreading out over the grass, hiding in camouflage.

With the last few minutes she had before the red team would come barreling through, so she reached up, bending the branches to hide her figure.

She loved her Mom at times like these.

Sure enough, about ten minutes later, a group came sneaking through, crouching low to the grass. Katie couldn't believe her luck.

Travis, Conner, Lacey, and a few of the younger kids were creeping through, swords ready. She held her breath as they took one, then two...so close...and BAM!

Lacy shrieked as the trap clamped down on her foot, locking it down. She was stuck. One of the youngsters jumped and took off running. Katie muttered under her breath and the grass leaped up, covering the kid and pulling him to the ground. Conner grinned while Travis looked around, furious.

"I know you're there Katie, give it up." He began to cautiously walk up to her tree, and her heart leaped. The best trap was just at the base, he just needed a few more steps, almost-there we go.

Within seconds the vines were tight around his waist, pulling him up to her level. The branches drew back, and she smiled triumphantly at his angry expression.

"Gotcha." She was bursting. He struggled for a second, then realization dawned on his tanned face.

"I'm guessing you were behind the socks too? Travis told me, but I didn't believe…" Oh NO. she felt herself go pale.

"T-travis?"

"He said you wouldn't do anything that stupid, but obviously not." She gulped, then looked down at the other brother, who was looking right back up at her, laughing his head off.

She'd played the wrong brother.

Hundreds of curses tumbled into her head at once, and with a glare she dropped the real Connor, throwing his blasted socks at him and bolting to slap Travis. She was a complete idiot.

"You jerkface, thieving, despicable…" He held up his hands in surrender.

"Look, Greenie, you just assumed you were messing with the right brother. You never asked what my name was." She was positively fuming.

"...And before you try to choke me with your fancy dirt-magic, remember, there are about three swords pointed at your back right now." As he spoke, a tip broke through her shirt, poking her back. She grunted and looked away.

"Thanks for the prank, prisoner. Nice doing business with ya."

Now that Connor had his socks back, he had returned to his brother's side, smiling and joking as if nothing had even happened. She hadn't managed to phase either one of them! And now she was being held captive by three 12 year olds.

This was just brilliant.

Revenge, round 2, was going to take a lot of work.

And… that's all for today, folks! If you want another drabble, cause I have one planned, let me know! Review and if you have an idea for a scenario, I'd love to write it. I'd love to hear what you thought, it was a very random idea, I know, but it was supposed to just be a little random. Hope you liked it, and I hope I did the couple justice.

Also, check out my other fanfics and I'll check out yours!

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Doppelgnger08