I'm working on a fanfic for the next HoO book, and on another Katie and Travis- yeay! Halloween special! :D

Anyways, there are only 2 chapters left to this one. *cue dramatic organ music* I just thought I'd let you know; this ends at 11. Thanks for reading!

Disclaimer: If I were RR... I'd still eat Kraft Dinner :P (But I'm not, so I'll just eat Kraft Dinner without being RR... Barenaked Ladies referance! Sorry, my mind's on Kraft Dinner...)

9

No Lying

Connor came in late.

"Hey guess what!" He told his brothers.

"What?"

"Okay; so I was talking to that daughter of Athena, Nala or whatever –although, I don't know why I was talking to her…"

"She was probably pretty." Howie said.

"Moving on..?" Packrat said.

"Anyways, so we're making fun of that girl who reads romance novels from grocery stores and garage sales all the time and then she drops a comment like 'well, love has motivated humans into doing great things'. So I'm asking her 'like what?' and she gives me a few boring examples from history and whatnot- and she also says 'or the Cabin 10 tunnel system'. I asked her what the Hades that was, and she tells me the Tunnel Legend."

"What's that?" Leonardo asked.

"I'm getting there midget. Supposedly there was this forbidden love thing at Camp, like, a million years ago-"

"That is not what the daughter of Athena said." Chris said. "Annabeth chewed me out for implying that America was discovered by European colonies a million years ago."

"Okay so not those exact words- but it still had a bunch of digits I can't remember. Anyways, the girl was a daughter of Aphrodite so there was a tunnel system built for her and her boyfriend from cabin 9 to secretly meet or whatever."

"Yeah, okay." Travis said.

"Dude! Secret tunnel!" Connor said.

"Look, we can check it out, but not right now. We have 4 days until the raid and we're not done planning yet because Travis' intervention put us behind."

"Yeah, that was totally my fault." Travis said. He could still feel where the nail had been poking his back.

"Besides; someone probably knew about it before. Chiron or some Aphrodite counsellor probably boarded up the tunnel." Howie said.

"We'll check it out, but we have our priorities now."

"Yeah- like that raid that the male legacy of cabin 11 has been executing since the invention of toilet paper and that would be dishonourable to those brave generations of pranksters to drop now." Howie said, not looking at Travis accusingly from the corner of his eyes at all.

"Whatever, sit." Chris said.

They'd decided that Travis might be 'good' but he wouldn't sink to the level of 'snitch'.

Or that he was too traumatised by the 4 hours he spent hanging on a wall before Percy, Annabeth and Grover had spotted him to snitch on them.

Travis had been beat-red because Annabeth and Katie were either best friends or nearly best friends, so she'd hear about this. And if she thought that he'd done something wrong or whatever… Man, he was not going to blow this after that!

Anyways, Travis could listen in to their plans now and it killed him so, so freaking much that he couldn't voice his opinion.

So Connor sat down and started talking timing and distractions like the rest of them (minus Travis).

Travis walked into Cabin 11 and got jumped by Connor.

"What? Connor what the hell are you-"

Connor pulled a wire which turned on the shower which misted the bathroom up.

By the use of various combos of hitting, smacking, steering and arranging his weight around; Connor sort-of rode Travis into the bathroom and hung on like a bull rider (meaning; for dear life). He threw a coin in the mist and yelled;

"Oh Iris, goddess of the rainbow, accept my offering! Nadine Stoll, Chicago!"

"Connor you-"

He pushed his brother off and was about to hit him when their mom appeared in the mist.

Killing would be later.

"Hi Mummy!" Connor said.

Let's be clear on one thing; it's not 'mommy', it's 'mummy', and they said it with a British accent, which makes it sound sophisticated and not childish like 'mommy'.

She turned to face the brothers.

"Hi boys!" She said. She pushed whatever school assignment she was correcting aside.

"How are you, wow, you've grown! Again! I haven't heard from you in ages! Call, send a postcard, something, I miss you guys!"

"Miss you too Mummy. See, the thing is, Travis has something to tell you." Connor said. Travis shot him a look that was both confused and killer- only to be attempted by professionals.

"What is it, sweetie?" Nadine asked. Travis sort-of just stared at the ground trying not to be there.

"Connor, you tell her." He said finally.

"Okay, it's that the really, pretty vase" –it is worth noting that the vase was not pretty- "that Grandmother" –it is worth noting that that is said with a British accent- "left when she died?"

"Yes, I remember." Nadine said. Her voice was always so calm, with a little raspy to it. The kind of voice that always sounded happy and could guilt the Stoll brothers without even trying, without any intention of it.

"Well, Travis has been feeling guilty recently because it isn't the cat that broke it like he said, it was him."

Et tu, Brutus?

Connor you- filthy- pathetic- excuse for a human being- traitor…

And the worst part of it was, he'd just quoted Shakespeare in his internal monologue. This was getting to his head. It hadn't been a month and his head was going classic literature and good citizen.

Gods help me if I'm still helpable!

Was this phenomenon normal in all good people? To Google once Google became available to the demigod population of the world.

"What?" Nadine tried to not overreact but for some reason, mothers are always attached to the ugliest things. Travis thought that his kindergarten artwork, which had been placed on the fireplace mantle at its place, was heck of an upgrade even if his 'family' looked like road kill potatoes holding hands under a sun.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Travis listened through the usual talk.

Nadine was funny; when she got mad she was vocal about it, but she was an insanely sweet person, so there was the first clash right there. She never stayed mad and never got really mad. Next; she knew that pulling pranks and stealing stuff were in her sons' nature, so she tried not to be too hard on them. It was a very conflicting speech and it was entertaining, except for right now.

"But it's all in the past, so it doesn't matter." She concluded. Travis wished she'd have figured that out before her little speech. "How's camp? I haven't gotten a letter from Mr D in two weeks, I'm impressed!"

So must Katie be, thought Travis. And that little thought, making Katie proud, made Travis smile and nod and be nice to Connor while Nadine watched.

They answered/asked a few questions and then the IM got cut. Travis turned his head towards Connor.

"You." He said, the sound coming straight from his throat.

And that's why the Stolls were running after each other at camp for the next few hours with Travis yelling "'No violence' wasn't a rule!"