Sorry for not updating for a while, but I'm back. I do not own PJO!

Katie

After stumbling around for a few minutes, trying to find her way inside, Travis scooped up Katie.

"Kit-Kat, at this rate we would get there tomorrow afternoon." He explained when she protested.

Katie slumped down in his arms, too tired to fight. She was NOT a happy camper. This was the third time that he's carried her since she'd been turned into a little girl. She was NOT in any way happy to be held like a baby again. He didn't even carry her bridal-style, because she was so small. He could get away with holding her the way anyone would hold a baby!

Then again, she was four years old.

"And we're inside." Connor announced, after pushing in the door to let his brother in.

"Chiron, are you here?" Travis yelled. His voice was slightly out of breath. With a sigh, he gently put Katie back on the ground on her feet.

Chiron arrived, looking only mildly exasperated that they hadn't gone to the room where they usually had their meetings, but instead had shown up through the kitchen side door, although he had probably been expecting it.

"Come on." He gestured with his hands for them to follow him into one of the rooms.

It was a room that Katie had never seen before. There a recliner on one side of the room, and a huge, soft-looking orange couch in the middle of it. Travis and Connor immediately sat down on it, but Katie remained standing. One, because Chiron hadn't offered them a seat yet. Two, she couldn't reach the couch, even if she wanted to sit. Not that she wanted to sit.

Chiron smiled at her. "Go ahead and sit down, Katie." He told her kindly.

Katie blew out a tuft of hair from her eyes and then rolled them at Chiron's lack of realization that she couldn't sit down.

Unfortunately, however, Travis decided to help out. He lifted her up and put her on the couch, in between himself and Connor.

"Hey!"

"Hey yourself. It's rude to stay standing when someone offers you a seat." Travis smirked his usual smug smirk.

"Well, it's rude to sit down before someone offers you a seat, too, you know." Katie grumbled.

"Hey, we're Hermes kids, what do we know about manners?" Connor added in.

"And yet you're lecturing me on them." Katie was pleased to see that he was stumped. Travis grinned at him over her head.

"Anyway." Chiron cleared his throat and looked at them expectantly. Katie felt her cheeks coloring.

"What did you need, Chiron?" She asked, trying not to sound too immature and childish.

Travis

Katie always looked so cute when she tried to act mature, but now, as a four-year-old, she looked absolutely adorable. She looked like an over-achieving little girl who was trying to act like a grown up because she was in a room filled with them, and she was ready to impress.

Travis just rolled his eyes, though. No need to let her know what he thought.

"Well, as you've probably heard, many rumors are being spread about how many new children of the gods are arriving, and that the satyrs simply cannot keep up with the amount of children there are." Chiron began.

"Yeah, so?" Connor prompted.

"Well, we need to start sending campers out in the real world to help bring in some of these overflow campers that the satyrs are unable to reach. One of these children is a boy, suspected of being Hermes' child."

"Yay! Another one for us!" Travis cheered, high fiving his brother.

"So what do you need us for?" Katie encouraged.

"Well, obviously, as a child of Hermes, he has landed himself in trouble for kleptomania. He is currently at the school "Derek's Private School for the Needy." It doesn't sound like the place where a kleptomaniac child would be kept, but as he was an orphan since age seven, the judge of his many cases decided he should stay at an area where many other teens his age need as much, if not more, help than he does. It was a simple matter of how he would take his surroundings. Our satyrs who have met him have said that he is very hard to get near. His only friends are other orphans."

"What's your point, Chiron? I get why you need Travis and Connor, but why me?" Katie snapped. Travis hid his smile under a look of annoyance.

"We believe that he will open up more willingly if you three pretend that you are family, and orphans. It may tug on heartstrings, if we send you in with a sad history of a drunk and abusive father, and a mother who left two weeks after Katie's birth. After your supposed father dies, you two have had to work very hard to take care of your sister, until at last; the government found you and put you there. After all, Katie, many people open up more to children than they do to others their own age." Chiron finished explaining, smiling down at Katie gently, although it was layered thinly over another faint expression of frustration, as though he had been hoping that she would have understood the first out of all three of them.

"Hooray!" Travis suddenly shouted, hugging Katie. "I get my own little sister!"

"Hey, you're going to have to share her with me!" Connor yelled, grabbing Katie for his own.

Katie struggled, but he held her tight.

"Right, Kit-Kat? Travis, Connor, and Katie Stoll."

"No way! I am not going to have the same last name as these two!" Katie shrieked, her face burning a bright red blush of embarrassment. "If anything, it should be Travis, Connor, and Katie Gardener.

"Nuh-uh. It is so not manly for the guy to take the girl's last name in anything. I can't believe you suggested that. Here, Travis, take her. She can be your little sister." Connor shoved her onto Travis's lap.

"No way. You got her fair and square." Travis laughed. He picked her up and handed her back to Connor.

"No, I'm giving her to you. Merry early Christmas, bro." Connor handed her back.

"Quit it!" Katie pushed away from Travis, back into her seat in the middle. "Chiron, what are our last names going to be?"

Chiron smiled a little. "It can be something simple enough. Will Smith do?"

"Connor Smith. No way." Connor made a face.

"Will?"

"Travis Will?" Travis made an "Are you kidding me?" look.

"Robinson?" Chiron offered.

"Travis Robinson. Connor Robinson. Katie Robinson." Travis mused. "I like it.

"Yep. It works." Connor nodded his approval.

"Whatever." Katie muttered.

"Robinson it is." Travis nodded.

"Perfect." Chiron beamed. "Well, we'll have everything ready for you tomorrow morning, so get a good night's sleep."

"Sure thing, Chiron." Travis nodded.

Katie

Katie yawned, although she wasn't sure how she could be so tired, after the nap that she had just taken.

"Come on, Kit-Kat." And just like that, again, Travis scooped her up in his arms and carried her, Connor following with a stupid grin plastered on his face.

She made a face at him, and he made one right back. Pretty soon, it became a battle of whose face was the most gruesome.

"You guys, it's really cold outside. If you don't stop making faces at each other, then your face is going to freeze that way." Travis warned, as he shifted Katie in his arms so that the coat was covering her up.

Katie stuck out her tongue at Connor before turning away. She hated to admit it, but Travis's logic did make a teensy-weensy little bit of sense in her mind,

Although, she still wished he wouldn't carry her. Right?