So I didn't get my Fifty reviews, but I had this saved on my computer and I haven't updated in about two weeks…so, here it is.

Still don't own PJO L

"What do you mean 'The Gods have gone silent?'" I asked Annabeth.

"Silent. Mr. D was recalled to Olympus. Rachel can't sense anything. Nobody can hear from their parents. The gods have stopped talking to us."

"So you can't spare anybody to come help us huh?" I asked her. She shook her head sadly.

"New demigods are popping up all over the place, we're stretched thin as it is. I wish we could help…no seaweed brain! Don't touch that…" I heard a loud crash coming from off of the screen. "Sorry Katie, seaweed brain got himself trapped under about fifty hard-cover books." She wiped her hand through the message and disappeared. I turned around and faced Travis and Connor.

"Look's like we're on our own." Both of them looked worried, it was a look I'd only seen Travis once before: during the battle of Manhattan when Connor was hurt, and I'd never seen it on Connor. The four of us (Me, Travis, Connor, and Kia) walked back towards where Jackson, Megan, and Faith were sitting.

"Did you find anywhere for us to sleep?" I asked them.

"Yeah look," Megan said, pointing at a slightly rickety set of stairs. We walked up the stairs and found what appeared to be a small apartment.

"The owner of the restaurant must have lived up here, I wonder where he is now…" Faith said, but stopped short as she walked into the kitchen. "Katie!' She called, panicked. I followed her into the little kitchen and stopped short. Covered in a sheet of ice was, what I assumed to be anyway, the owner of this house. He was a short, stocky bald man with thick-framed glasses.

"Maybe we should stay out of the kitchen," I suggested.

"Yeah," Faith agreed.

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None of us were very hungry, so we ended up skipping dinner that night. Travis, Connor and I agreed to split the watches. Travis would tale the first watch and I the second, Connor would take the last watch. We agreed that the three of us would sleep on the floor, Megan, Kia, Faith, and Jackson could divvy up the King bed and couches however they wanted. I settled down to sleep in my little corner of the pashmina living-room rug. It couldn't have been more than five minutes later that Travis woke me up.

"Katie, wake up."

"Uhh," I replied intelligently. "What time is it?"

"Two o'clock in the morning."

"Already? It feels like I just laid down."

"It's been three hours."

"Oh." Travis turned and started to walk away.

"Hey Travis."

"Yeah?"

"What do you think is going on?"

"What do you mean?"

"With the gods going silent and all of that."

"I don't know, but I do know that we'll get through it."

"How do you know that?"

"Because I know you Katie."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"We're going to get through this. You won't let anything else happen."

"You're just saying that."

"No, I really mean it. Katie, you won't let any of us get hurt. Even me, it's just the kind of person you are. You're protective, smart, caring, kind, moral, beautiful, talented…"

"What was that one?" I asked him. I could almost see him blushing in the pitch-black room.

"Talented."

"No, before that."

"Moral."

"After that."

"I told you, talented."

"You said I was beautiful."

"No, you must have misheard…"

"Nobody's ever called me beautiful before," I said, turning away from him, it didn't really matter though. We were sitting up, leaning our backs on the wall and if I wasn't able to feel his leg pressed up against mine I never would have known that he was there; it was that dark.

"Not even your father?"

"No, never. He met my stepmother, Rose, two weeks after Demeter left. Now, he barely even talks to me. Before Demeter he was a devout Christian, she completely turned his life around. I know he loves me, but he's just trying to get back to where he was before Demeter, before me."

"That's horrible Katie, I never knew."

"Well it's not like I advertise the fact, and besides, Rose is awesome. She helps me garden sometimes in the spring, it's nice."

"That wasn't the horrible part."

"What do you mean…" But instead of answering he leaned in, gods only knew how he knew where my face was, and pressed his lips against mine. In too short a time he pulled away. I could almost see the blush on his face, and I knew that I probably didn't look any different. When I didn't say anything he stammered something along the lines of:

"I...uh…well…I…uh…should…you know…sleep…it's night…" I nodded my head; right now I didn't trust myself to speak. I would probably end up saying something about as eloquent as him. I heard his heavy footsteps clobber down the hall and closed my eyes. I curved my mouth into a smile and sat there, just sitting with my eyes closed and smiling for what felt like an eternity. Thoughts of Travis filled my mind. Nobody had ever had this effect on me. Ever. If anybody told me that Travis would be the reason that I was practically melting inside, I would have laughed in their face. I must have fallen asleep, because in what felt like a minute my watch was beeping. 4:45 am, time to wake up Connor.

"Connor!" I called, semi-gently (okay, so not really all that gently) shaking him awake.

"Five more minutes mom."

"Connor, it's time for your shift." With that, he seemed to register the situation and his eyes flittered open.

"I'm awake, Katie. Were there any disturbances?"

"Nothing."

"Is Mr. Frozen still an ice sculpture?"

"Yeah," I yawned. "I'm going to go back to sleep."

"You do that." With my eyes half-closed I walked over to the corner where I'd been sleeping before my shift. Mostly asleep, I curled up in a ball and was fully asleep in no time.

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