A/N= Um, yeah, I won't usually put this up here, but right now I will. I just want to put in a disclaimer I've forgotten about.I DO NOT OWN, OR WILL I EVER OWN, PERCY JACKSON &THE OLYMPIANS. ALL RIGHTS GO TO DISNEY HYPERION& RICK , this story is set after the Last Olympian, but as if The Lost Hero hasn't begun yet. Or maybe after all of that. you , this chapter is skipping a few months, Travis hasn't grown any balls yet, and Katie's still missing Will. Okay, let the story commense!_

Freaking Stoll.

The Spazz, Gardener.

Freaking, Fudging, Effing Travis Stoll.

Spazzy, Nagging, Obnoxious Katie Gardner.

She hates him. He hates her. End of story.

Or is it?

He has this strange feeling whenever he sees her and he fears he's in danger of falling for her. He tells himself it's a stomach virus.

She gets an odd sensation whenever she lays her eyes on him and the thought of loving him has crossed her unconsciousness and made it's way into her dreams- she thinks it's a trick of her PMS.

So ignoring the strange tingling, they commense with their lives, and the celebrating of the upcoming holidays.

And it's very hard to, because of a certain plant.

Katie POV

I was walking. No where in particular.

Holding my dad's letter, clutched between my icy fingers. It read(Including y reactions to give you an idea of how this went down in my head);

Dear Kitty Kat- Daddy's writing! Yayy!

You know I love you and I'd do anything for your safety. But I think I deserve happiness, too, right?Ex-cuuuse moi? Aren't you happy when I'm happy?

No, no, that sounds self-centered. You betcha, popsicle.

What I mean is- I'm married. WTF? To whom? She a contolling neat freak? A blonde? She treating you right? Nice sweet and caring with a son to help on the farm?

I met Stephanie Foster last month at a Farmer's Market in Salt Lake City. Her daughters are absolutely charming also! We fell in love and we got married, just like that!Yup. My mother is a controlling bichey blonde. With daughters, which will only raise his unpayably high bills! Dam her to Hades!

So, I also wanted to ask if you'd stay at camp for the winter- It's all too crazy around here right now, I fear you may be forgotten in the crowdedness.But- I love being lost in a crowd! More time to myself! I cannot believe this! Why? It's Stephanie isn't it?

I love you Kate=Pate, and I'll send you your gift XMas morning.Bet it's deodorant and a hand-me-down bra three sizes too not-my-size.

Love Your Old Dad

Yes, dad, very cold. I really can't stand him at the moment.

That's why my face is wet. It's rather inconvienient that it's snowing and my tears are frozen to my face.

I pulled my coat tighter around me and tugged my hair down from it's ponytail to see if my hair could somewhat thaw my ears. It didn't work.

I wandered around- it was Christmas eve day, we all had the next week or so to spend time with our families and friends. Some campers who are Jewish gather together each night to light their menorahs, a ceremony I find quite intreging. I usually go with Miranda to the menorah lighting on Christmas Eve, and then she comes with me to the Christmas gathering in the Poseidon Cabin. But this year, Miranda got a new boyfriend, so obviously I was out of the picture- oh well.

I resolved to go to Annabeth for help. She's always a good advisor.

When I reached the Athena cabin, I knocked Jingle Bells- our code knock for "Gods-dammit, girl talk! Now!"

I heard a few curses, something smashing, and a sound like a plunger being pulled from a toilet- and trust me, I know what that sounds like.

A few moments later, the door opened and I giggled, immediatly covering my mouth with my hand.

Percy pushed past me, giving me a nod, and hurried back to his cabin. His face was bright red.

Inside the cabin, Annabeth's cheeks matched her santa hat, and she looked after her boyfriend with a sigh. I let out another giggle and she snapped out of it. She looked at me sheepishly.

Shrugging, I entered, closing the door behind me.

"What's up Kate?" She asked, coming back down to Earth. I could only guess what they were doing previous to my knock. I didn't really want to think about it.

I didn't speak, but passed her the letter. It took her about ten minutes to read it. At one point she got so frustrated she started from the beginning. When she finished it, she wrapped me in a hug. I hugged back with enthusiasm- I was closer to Annabeth and Gemma than my siblings, and I wasn't usually a huggy person. This was an exception.

"I'm so sorry, kid." She told me, putting on her I'm-six-months-older-than-you front. "But it gets better." She ruffled my hair in a paternal fashion and hugged me again.

"Promise?" I asked her, looking at her with wide eyes. She grinned.

"You betcha. C'mon, lets go get hot chocolate!" She pulled me from her cabin.

"I thought the Stolls stole it all." I protested.

"Course. But I have my secret weapon. With this weapon, I can bend Travis Stoll's will and he'll do anything for me- As long as this weapon agrees to the terms and conditions of a barter." Annabeth explained. I could sense this going awry and had to race to keep up with her mentally.

"What's the secret weapon?" I finally asked, fully interested. Annabeth started running to the Hermes Cabin, and called over her shoulder with a smirk,

"You!"