Ah! It's been forever amigos! I'm very sorry! Truly I am. But, pushing my ninja fighting and unicorn search behind (MLIA anyone?), I am now ready to write again. This one is a Christmas special, despite the fact that I am not Christian. It makes for a good chapter though right? No? Whatever.

It doesn't circulate Annabeth and Percy particularly, but Christmas is for everyone am I right? Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything but Brittany.

Thanks again to my beta, bookluva98.

Mistletoe

"Almost done!" squealed Brittany from the Aphrodite cabin, clinging on a ladder that leaned precariously on the Big House wall. It was Christmas Eve at Camp Half-blood. Although the gods didn't really agree, the campers decided it would be fun. And though many of the campers had left to celebrate with their families, year-rounder's, and campers who just wanted to stay around, were celebrating together.

"Perfect!" said Drew. "Now put so more around the cabin doors, and oh! Let's do the Artemis cabin!" she gushed. Thalia and a few other hunters who had no families had come to visit for Christmas, only because Artemis had agreed.

"Hah! I can't wait to see their faces when they step under a mistletoe!"

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"Percy?" Annabeth called, stepping into his cabin. She had come to ask him if he would help decorate Thalia's tree. He was on the floor of the Poseidon cabin, trying unsuccessfully to wrap a boxed present. His eyebrows were scrunched together in that worried or confused way Annabeth loved.

He got up and walked to her. "Percy, do you mind helping us decorate-" She was cut off by his lips, crushing down on hers. He pulled back and grinned. "What was that for, Seaweed Brain?" she muttered, blushing.

"Mistletoe," he whispered, casting his eyes up, and ducking out past her before she could look.

"But Percy, there isn't a mistletoe anywhere!" she called after him. Chuckling to himself, he jogged over to Thalia's pine.

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Rachel didn't feel like celebrating Christmas with her parents. She never really cared for the extravagant presents they always seemed to get her, so she asked them, much to their dismay, if she could spend Christmas with a friend. After many conflicts, her parents finally approved, so long as her friend's family wasn't middle class, which she assured them, wasn't.

"Rachel, do you mind calling Thalia from the Artemis cabin? We are beginning the decoration of her tree, and we would like to know if she wanted to help," Chiron asked her.

She shrugged. "Sure."

She didn't fail to notice the mistletoe on the Artemis cabin door frame, and smirked. The Aphrodite cabin would stop at nothing to get the Artemis girls. Those idiots. No boys would ever go up to the Artemis door, she thought, chuckling.

She stopped at the door, and nearly ran smack into Phoebe, the toughest hunter. "Watch it!" she growled. Rachel meekly shuffled over blushing. "What? What is it?" Phoebe asked.

Rachel shook her head. "Nothing. Why?"

Phoebe frowned. "Look, Oracle. Just 'cause I'm an eternal maiden, doesn't mean I'm lesbian," she grumbled, glaring up at the mistletoe and ripping it off.

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Travis was minding his own business, strolling around camp, waiting for Connor, who was busy picking the lock at the camp store, now closed for Christmas, to steal some t-shirts.

He was staring at the ground, still untouched by snow, thanks to the magic weather control, thinking about his mother, and wondering what she was doing for Christmas this year, or whether or not she was even thinking about him.

"Ouch!" he yelped, tripping on the first few steps of the Demeter cabin, knocking down a flower pot in the process. Crash! He grabbed his injured foot with two hands.

"Who's there?" Katie called, stepping out of her cabin. "Travis? My flower pot! Damnit, Travis! Must you ruin everything?" she questioned, still looking annoyed.

He frowned in mock hurt. "What? No 'are you okay Travis?' I must say, Katie, I'm hurt."

She walked up to him, kneeled down, and kissed him on the cheek. He grinned, about to tease her when she pointed up, she said, "Mistletoe."

Travis shook his head. "That was because I fell. And I feel so much better now, but nope, mistletoes mean on the lips, Katie."

She rolled her eyes and shoved at his shoulder. "Forget it, Travis. Maybe if you're lucky, you'll get one next Christmas."