A/N: I got 12 reviews on the first chapter. 12 REVIEWS! You guys are awesome!
The most-requested pairing (after Percabeth, which is last) was Tratie, so here it is! I had a lot of fun with this one!
Disclaimer: I don't own PJO. Some adult references.
"And if I bend over a little more this way, I can touch my-"
"Mr. and Mrs. Stoll?"
CRASH!
"Travis! Those were petunias!"
Travis Stoll smiled sheepishly and got up, dusting off his clothing. He shook hands with his daughter's kindergarten teacher, Mr. Skinner. "Travis Stoll," he said, "And that's my wife, Katie."
Mr. Skinner nodded and gestured towards the door. "Come on in."
After he went in, Katie turned to her husband and hissed, "This is not the time for handstands! And you crushed the vase of flowers that was outside the classroom!"
Travis shrugged and pulled something out of his coat pocket. "Don't worry, babe. I stole some petunia seeds from Home Depot. I'll plant some more at home."
"Don't call me 'babe'! And I thought you were done with stealing!"
"You insult my most powerful qualities," he said, and, as an afterthought, "babe."
He held open the door for his wife and they walked into the room. Mr. Skinner was looking out the window, a thick file in his hands. Oh, no, thought Katie when she saw that file. Thick files were never good.
When he saw them come in, Mr. Skinner (who also happened to be the principal of the school) gestured for them to sit down in two wooden chairs opposite his desk. He sat down in his swivel chair and looked at the two.
"Your child is...Rachel Silena Stoll?" he asked them, looking at the full name on the cover of his file.
Travis nodded. "The one and only."
Principal Skinner looked at them. "She has an appropriate last name."
Inside, Travis was thinking, Yes! Outside, he feigned surprise and said, "What do you mean?"
"Well," said Principal Skinner, "A few weeks ago, cookies started disappearing from the cafeteria. And a few days after that, I found this in Rachel's backpack."
He held up a sheet of paper, used as a business card. Scrawled on it with red crayon were the words:
Raccel Sileen Stoll
Choclt Shit Cokys
Travis burst out in laughter, as Katie said, "Rachel Silena Stoll...Chocolate Chip Cookies? What does that mean?"
Principal Skinner opened his mouth, but Travis beat him to it. "She set up a black market for cookies!"
Katie hid a smile. Yep, she definitely was Travis's kid. Especially with the intentional profane misspellings. "What else about her should we know?"
Principal Skinner sighed. "Well, and I don't know how this happened- a few days ago, Mickey Stewart couldn't leave for lunch because he was tied to his chair with poison ivy. And Rachel stayed back, demanding that he give back the cookie he took without giving her payment."
Definitely my kid also, Katie thought. "How do you know Rachel did it?"
"When I came back into the room with the janitor, I heard Rachel say 'If you don't give me my money, I'll do it again!'"
Travis hurriedly changed the subject, eager to hear of something his kid stole- did well. "Anything else?"
Principal Skinner skimmed through his files and then pulled out a sheet of paper. "She was sent to the detention room for stealing champagne from the teacher's lounge and spiking my coffee with it."
Katie was startled, but Travis thought, Just like in the TV show. He said out loud, "Ay caramba. Rachel definitely will be punished for that, Principal Skinner. But how is she doing with her grades?"
The teacher pulled out a sheet of paper that must have been a report card and said, "Well, she's barely passing. C's in everything, except for a D in Math and a surprising A+ in Science."
That got Katie's attention. "How could she get a A+ in Science only? What were they studying?"
"Botany and plant life."
"Oh," said Katie, "That explains it."
"What?"
"Oh, nothing. She just... has a way with plants. But everything else is a C or a D?"
"I'm afraid so," said Principal Skinner, "And she-"
Something clattered to the floor, and Travis said, "Oh. I think your pen fell- I'll get it for you."
And he reached down to grab the pen, and Katie thought she saw him unzip and re-zip his jacket. But she could have been mistaken.
Travis stood up, gave Principal Skinner his pen back, and shook his hand. "Nice meeting with you, Principal Skinner. My wife and I will definitely have a talk with Rachel-" Katie knew that meant that she would do the talking and Travis would be congratulating Rachel on the things she stole, "-about her grades and those incidents."
Principal Skinner nodded and said, "Thanks for coming. I appreciate the parents who take the time to learn about how their kid's doing in class."
Travis and Katie nodded, and they walked back to the car.
Inside the car, Katie said, "Okay, spill. What did you steal?"
Travis looked mystified. "I didn't-"
"After six years of marriage, that doesn't work on me. I know when you steal something. So what is?"
He smirked. "Prepare to be amazed." And then he took off his coat and shirt.
Much to Katie's annoyance, it made her blush red as a tomato when he did that, like it did when they were teenagers at Camp Half-Blood, and when they- yeah. But something was different this time.
Stuffed in between his stomach and the band of his jeans- was a book.
"What-" Katie began, but Travis took it out, and, with his shirt still off, opened it up, and Katie realized what it was.
She slapped him across the face. "You idiot! That's the grade book, you can't just steal it! And put your shirt back on!"
He grinned at her and said, "Of course I can steal it! We gotta do something about her grades, right? And about me not taking my shirt off- it's not like I haven't done it in front of you in the backseat of a car befo-"
SLAP!
A/N: This one was a lot of fun to write. And in case you didn't know, "profane" means "using curse words". REVIEW!
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