A/N: Hi! I want to thank randomosity4arty for this one! And the next...a surprise. ;) Virtual cookies for everyone, because...(drumroll please)...WE BROKE FIVE THOUSAND! And randomosity4arty's review was the 25th! Ambrosia for you, specially made for mortals. :) Unless you're a demigod, in which case you get normal ambrosia. Oh! And a few drachmas, in case you wanna IM someone.

Tratie:

"Travis, I honestly don't have time for this."

"But you haven't even heard the best part!"

"And I don't want to. Now tell me, you Son- of- a- Gorgon, where it is, before I punch the daylights out of you."

Travis Stoll smirked. " 'Son- of- a- Gorgon' huh? You're that mad?"

"You have one minute to tell me where it is." Katie threatened.

"How bout I tell you where it's NOT?!"

Katie tapped her foot. "Travis Stoll, where in the name of Western Civilization IS or IS IT NOT?"

"Well, I DO know that it isn't with me. OWWW! What in the name of Tartarus was THAT for?!"

Katie smiled, kneading her injured fist. "Your mouth was getting annoying. Then again, your whole face was annoying me."

"So you punched my lip?!"

"Precisely! I'm so glad you understand." Katie grinned smugly. "Now, be a dear and tell me where my bracelet is. Travis pressed a crumpled up tissue from his pocket to his bleeding lip. "What if I don't?" He asked stubbornly. "What'll you do to me then?"

"I haven't thought about that part. But I'm sure I can think of something in the 30 seconds that you have left of your life."

"Ohhh, I'm so scared." Travis smirked.

"You should be!" Katie snapped. "You should be absolutely terrified."

"Oh, I am, Kit- Kat." Travis assured, snickering.

Katie snarled, agitating the greenery around her. "Don't call me that!"

By now, a small crowd had gathered around the quarreling demigods. Chiron skittered around the edge, unsure of the outcome. Katie and Travis stood in the middle, staring each other down. Travis smirked, sending shivers down Katie's spine.

She stepped forward, two inches away from Travis' face. The son of Hermes held his breath, not as terrified for his life as some thought he should be. Katie grabbed a fistful of his shirt, an 'evil' smile on her face. She closed in the last two inches, and kissed him. Everyone blew a sigh of relief.

"Three cheers for Tratie!" An unknown camper shouted. All of Camp Half- Blood erupted into cheers.