Alrighty, so chapter 12. I had a couple suggestions to do Travis and Connor together, I ended up going against it. I feel that they get roped together a lot on fanfiction and even though they probably had similar friendships with Percy, their reactions to his disappearance might be different. So, anyways, that's why this chapter is Travis and next will be Connor.

A big thank you to everyone who liked how I did Rachel's character and agrees that Rachel bashing is annoying. Seriously, she's a cool character.

Also, I've decided how I'm going to go about this whole dead characters v. no dead characters. I'm going to do all the living character's reactions first in this story, and then follow it up with any dead characters. That way, anyone who doesn't want to read dead character reactions, well, they'll be at the end.

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians or Heroes of Olympus.


Travis was no good at taking life seriously. Even during the Second Titan War, Travis had pulled the occasional prank, just to remind everyone (including himself) that there was no use in taking it all seriously. Especially since they were demigods; most of them probably wouldn't be given the chance to live a particularly long life, so might as well make it worth while whilst you still have it.

When Percy went missing, Travis wasn't exactly sure what to do. He could feel the gravity of the situation pressing down around him in an almost suffocating manner. He wasn't sure whether he should make a joke or for once just shut up. He wasn't sure if he should try to help or just let Annabeth and all those other brainy people figure it out. Travis just wasn't sure.

Percy wasn't just anything demigod, nor just their leader (unofficially, at least), nor was he easily replaced. Percy was Travis' friend and even helped him out with the occasional prank (even when he knew that they were most likely going to get caught and that the consequences wouldn't exactly be pretty).

Still, Travis wasn't sure what to do. He couldn't bring himself to act serious; even if he knew the situation called for it (just as he knew Clarisse couldn't bring herself to say she cared, even though everyone knew she did). He couldn't bring himself to do much of anything besides be the idiot he always was. Keep the same façade he always did.

He could bring himself to give Annabeth his trademark Stoll smirk and say, "I don't know, Annabeth. Maybe he just went to find his brain; the gods know he needs it."

Yet, he couldn't bring himself to finish, "Or maybe someone took him, and he needs us. Maybe he's in some real trouble, and we need to find him."

But just because he couldn't say it doesn't mean it didn't constantly run through his head, now did it?


Travis was pretty easy to do considering I've been working on Travis' character for an entire fanfiction (Kitchen Duty). So, questions? Comments? Concerns? Thoughts? Leave it in a review, please. (:

HEY, READ THIS PLEASE: I'll be posting a new story soon, as in, in the next week or two. It'll be surrounding our favorite son of Poseidon and most lovable daughter of Athena (so, three guesses as to who these two characters are). Also, it's pre-Heroes of Olympus, so it's a bit of an AU, in a sense.

Anyways, thank for reading. Bye!