A/N: Eyyy, I told you I'd write a Stoll Brothers fic! Well, here it is, my first of many. I got quite a few prompts for Traitie, and at least one asking for Connor shipped with someone, and I'd already had the idea for this, so I finally decided to sit down and write it.

Basically, this is a fic depicting the differences between the Stoll Brothers at Camp and the Stoll Brothers in the mortal world (because, contrary to popular belief, they do actually have lives). It includes my OC Kat, who's the Stolls' next-door neighbor, as well as my headcanon that Travis and Connor were raised Jewish before their mom knew Hermes was a god, and once she found out, she explained it as "God made the gods." So yeah. Jewish Stolls.

Hope you guys like this. This is just a prologue, but I'm almost done with the first chapter, so I should update soon. Let me know what you think!

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BTW, WARNING: I REALIZE I MADE CHIRON KIND OF A JERK IN THIS CHAPTER. THAT WAS NOT ON PURPOSE, AND IF IT OFFENDS YOU, PLEASE TREAD LIGHTLY.

Prologue

When the end of summer arrived, Chiron had one job- find out which campers were going and which were staying, and make sure they went and stayed there.

Theoretically, it was an easy task. The campers all received a notice, telling them to get their things out by noon or else stay year-round (there was, of course, a third option- let the Harpies eat everything- but it hardly ever got down to that). Theoretically, all Chiron had to do was let the summer-only kids do their thing, and then count whoever was left. Theoretically, it was the easiest part of the job as Camp Half-Blood's activities director.

But there was always someone who had to make it difficult.

There were the "thoughtful" campers, who waited till the last minute to make their decision, as if there was even a decision to make (like Percy Jackson). There were the "optimistic" ones, who kept switching back and forth between whether they were going to visit their trigger-happy stepfamily for the semester or stay at camp and sulk about having not visited that trigger-happy stepfamily (like Annabeth Chase).

And then there were the Stoll Brothers, who- every year, without fail- came to Chiron, mere minutes before the "We Are Not Kidding, the Harpies Will Eat You" Deadline, with the same pathetic excuse.

"We just need one more day," Travis Stoll repeated, glaring across the table at his mentor. "Our mom gets back from Germany tomorrow; then we'll leave."

Chiron sighed, rubbing his temples. They'd been at this for an hour. All the other summer campers were gone. By all rights, the Harpies should've been eating the Stolls' belongings by now- and they probably would've been, had Chiron not been feeling particularly generous that day. Why was this simple concept so difficult for the boys to understand?

"We can be out of your hair by noon tomorrow," Connor promised. "We just can't leave today because, well..." He glanced at his brother. "We've got nowhere to go."

Chiron raised an eyebrow. Now they were getting somewhere. "You don't have to worry about transportation," he reminded the brothers. "Argus can take you into the city, or into Long Island."

Travis rolled his eyes. "No, you don't get it. We physically have nowhere to go. Even if we caught a ride home, we wouldn't be able to get into our house."

"We don't have keys," Connor explained at Chiron's frown of confusion. "Our mom doesn't trust us with shiny things."

Chiron nodded slowly. "Smart woman, your mother." He rolled his wheelchair away from the table and started towards the door. "Well, boys, you know the rules. Either you leave today, or you stay year-round. I'm sorry, but that's how it has to be." He opened the door and gestured for them to leave. "You'll figure something out- you always do."

And for Chiron, that was the end of it. Travis and Connor would catch a ride home- every year, without fail- and disappear for three months, before returning to Camp for winter break, unscathed and with no hard feelings. That was all Chiron knew and that was all that mattered.

What Chiron didn't know was what occurred every year, without fail, as soon as the Stoll Brothers reached their hometown. What he didn't know was that they slipped into an alley by their house, and Travis drew his sword while Connor placed a call.

"Hey, Kat, it's Connor Stoll. Think you can do me a favor?"

A/N: So there's that. Sorry it's short, but it's just the prologue. First chapter should be coming soon. Hope you liked it, and please review!