So, here's what I get from you guys. You guys like Contie better than Katnor for a Connor and Katie relationship. You guys want it to be Tratie in the end. And you want others to get involved in this love triangle to make things more interesting, and create more tension.

Still, I'd love for you to review at the end. I'll come up with new questions.

With Connor at the Beach

"See this shining perfection of Half-Blood glory," Connor proclaimed when he and Katie arrived at the beach, after changing into their swim suits, of course. Katie had her dark brown hair up in a bun and wore a cute sundress, which only revealed that her suit was strapless. The moment they arrived at the beach, Connor had stripped his shirt and shorts to reveal his suit. It was black with red stripes down the sides, but that wasn't what caught Katie's eye. No, it was that he was near 'shining perfection of Half-Blood glory.' She had noticed Connor's calves that morning, and had in the past noticed a few muscles of his shoulders and upper arms, but now she got the whole picture. His washboard six-pack abs, his sculpted pectorals, how his muscles moved under his skin as he posed. Even his back seemed to be muscular. The fact that he was tanned from the sun didn't hurt either. She briefly wondered when his torso got tanned, as she had never seen him with his shirt off before.

"Your turn," Connor said, dropping his towel.

Katie played dumb. "My turn for what?"

"To show me your suit," Connor said.

"Well, if you insist," Katie said. Rather than taking off her sundress, she reached into her beach bag and pulled out a two piece bathing suit. The wide-eyed disappointment made Katie giggle. "You never said I had to model it."

"B-b-but..."

Katie couldn't help but laugh out loud. "I'm kidding, Connor," she said. "I have two suits. That's just one. After all the pranks you have pulled on me, I thought it was about time I pulled one too." With that, she stood up and pulled her dress off, revealing yet another bikini. This one, however, was bright orange and green zebra striped with some hot pink trimming. The top was strapless but held her in rather well, not that she had all that much to hold in. The bottom had a little pink belt with it and high-lighted how nicely her legs flowed into her butt.

Connor just stared in fascination, his blue eyes scanning her body. After a moment, Katie felt a little self-conscious, knowing she wasn't as thin as some of the other girls, and definitely was behind in growing up top. She slid her arms around her stomach, hoping he'd look away.

"I know, not what you were hoping for," Katie said, avoiding looking at him.

However, a moment later, he had stepped closer and was turning her head to face him. She looked at him, a bit surprised that he was looking into her eyes. "Katie, you're beautiful, every bit of you."

His eyes traveled down, just a bit. At first, Katie thought that he was eying her breasts, but then realized that he was looking at her lips. He began to lean in, but Katie quickly turned away and stepped back. She was surprised to feel her heart rate increase and that there was a flutter in her stomach. She needed to change the mood immediately.

"I never put on my swim suit unless I intend to swim," she said, and then headed into the water. A moment later, there were splashes as Connor chased after her. He wrapped an arm around her from behind, took two large steps into the water so it was up to their hips, and then purposely fell, dragging her in with him.

Katie emerged, gasping for breath. The water was a little colder than she had expected, and she hadn't thought she'd get wet so fast. She looked around, but didn't see Connor. "Connor?" She still didn't see him. Even looking down into the water she couldn't spot him, which she found weird because the water was pretty clear. "Connor!" She spun around, looking for him. Almost a little desperately. "Connor!" This time she yelled for him.

"You called for me?" He was right behind her now. She spun to face him, and couldn't help but throw her arms around him, just glad that he was okay. It took her a moment to realize why he suddenly went stock still, remembering how little clothing either of them was wearing.

She released him, cleared her throat, and stepped back. "Where the hell did you disappear to?" she asked.

He pointed to a large boulder. Easily large enough to hide behind. "I wanted to see how long before you got worried." His smile turned into a smirk. "Apparently not long at all."

Katie stared, dumb-founded. Even when he was trying to woo her, he couldn't help but prank her.

"Someone was worried about me," Connor said, pointing at Katie, and dancing a little.

"Stop that now or I'm seriously going to leave," Katie said, crossing her arms. She would have been tapping her foot if it wasn't under water.

"Oh, Katie, have a little fun," Connor said, reaching out and putting his hands on her elbows. It was the safest spot he could think to touch her. Not too intimate, but what was important was that while he held his hands there, she didn't try to get away.

"Jerk," Katie said, looking away. She turned around, which of course caused his hands to briefly caress her waist before he pulled them back. She began back toward shore. "Oh, and one more thing." Katie turned back toward him. Connor was a little confused, not sure what she would yell at him now. However, just when he had opened his mouth to say something, Katie splashed him.

About twenty minutes later, after a splashing war and a short race, Katie sat on her towel and pulled her hair out of its bun. The drenched locks fell against her back and she began running her fingers through them to keep them from knotting.

"Here, let me help with that," Connor said and knelt behind Katie. "I'll give you a french braid."

Katie turned toward him for a moment. "You know how to french braid?" she asked skeptically.

He turned her head forward. "Yeah," he said. "I learned how to so I could help my sister."

"Which sister?" Katie asked. As far as she knew, Connor wasn't close with any of his sisters in the Hermes cabin. Nor could she ever remember a time that one of the girls had a french braid, but then again, she only spent summers at camp and Connor stayed there year round.

"You wouldn't know her," Connor said, pulling at some strands of Katie's hair. "She's my mortal sister."

"You have a mortal sister?" Katie tried turning again, but this time he caught her and kept her facing forward.

"Yeah, Meredith," Connor said. "We call her Merry, like merry Christmas. She's got such a positive disposition. She's actually the reason that Travis and I stay here year-round."

Katie furrowed her brows a bit. "How is that?" she asked. Connor kept pulling in more of her hair, and seemed to be moving rather quickly with the braid. She was actually surprised... and hoped that he wasn't making a crazy mess of her hair.

"Well, she's nine now," Connor said. "But, when she was five, she wanted her hair in french braids for her school picture day because all her friends were wearing them. Our mom worked two jobs, so she didn't have the time to sit down and braid Merry's hair really. And Travis, who was thirteen at the time, was in charge of house repairs and worked around the neighborhood doing odd jobs for a little extra cash so that we could get small treats or go to the movies. Essentially, it was my job to watch Merry and keep the house clean."

Katie chuckled. "You kept the house clean?" She clearly didn't believe him.

"Well, most of it," Connor said. "Travis and I didn't care how our room looked, but it was nice for people to come over and not sneeze from dust. Anyway, so, every day for a week before school pictures, I would sit down with Merry and french braid her hair twice. I was really bad at first, but, by the time picture day came around, she had perfect braids."

"Oh, that's so sweet," Katie said.

Connor suddenly reached forward. "Hair band, please." Katie handed him the hair band that had kept her bun in place. He tied off the braid. "If you let it dry like that, your hair will be cool when you take the braid out."

"I know that," Katie said. She lightly ran her hand over the braid. She then turned to face Connor. "So, why did you leave, if you were so close to her?"

"Well, as you can imagine, spending all that time with her, my scent rubbed off on her," Connor said. He looked to the side, so Katie was looking at the profile of his face. "As she was on her way home that day, as she said, a 'dog' apparently sniffed her out. It attacked, and luckily realized that she wasn't a demigod and ran off. But, she was injured and was in the ICU for a few days. Travis and I hunted down what attacked her, which happened to be a Hellhound. We destroyed it, but then decided it was too dangerous for her to have us around. I mean, one demi-god is bad enough, but two... We go back three times a year. Thanksgiving, our mom's birthday, and Merry's birthday."

Katie gazed at him. He was still staring off in the distance, and Katie knew that he was thinking about his sister. He clearly loved Merry very much. She was an only child on her father's side, so she only knew about having demigod siblings. She couldn't imagine leaving her father to keep him safe, and it sounded like leaving a real sibling was even harder.

"Let's head back," Katie said after another few moments. She stood up and grabbed her sundress, slipping it back on. Connor nodded and followed suit, grabbing her bag and towel before she could, carrying it for her. She appreciated the chivalry.

Okay, today's questions are...

Which PJO cannon characters do you guys want me to add? And please don't say all. And there is little possibility that I will add Nico. I don't think I would like to write him.

Should someone else have his eye on Katie (someone that wasn't spelled by the Aphrodite cabin)?

What did you think of Connor in this chapter?