A/N - Sorry about the forever wait and not very good writing.

It was officially Lovina's least favorite week of the entire fucking year. Prank week. The last week of Camp Clearwater, was always devoted to Ivan and Abby's ridiculous prank war. It had started when Abby was six and snuck into his cottage and dumped a bucket of water on his face. It had escalated from there. Now people picked teams and you had to wear full body armour to go to the bathroom. She sighed and looked around the Mess like a dead woman, hair falling across her face. A warm hand was lain on her back. She huffed and looked back up at the sunny smile.

"I don't trust people who smile before nine o'clock in morning." She stated. He had the audacity to laugh.

"Well if that's the case Lovina, why in all of dio de green earth are you dating me?"

She wrinkled her nose and laid her head back on the table.

"I will take that as I love you, please get me coffee. My answer is yes of course." He practically skipped away. She heard giggling next to her and sat up glaring at her sister and Sakura.

"And what the HELL is so funny?" They began laughing.

"He is just so precious. You are ridiculous!" Her sister exclaimed, patting her hair as though it would help. Lovina growled and was about to say something snarky, when Feliciana was distracted by her boyfriend arriving and Sakura with Heracles' very-visible-through-his-almost-clear-shirt abs. Lovina lays her face back down on the table, only to find that a plate full of shaving cream had been placed there. She muttered and shrugged, hearing the sounds of high fives and the moans of how there was no reaction.

She grabbed her backpack and headed for the showers, grabbing the plate of shaving cream before she left. No point in wasting perfectly good shaving cream….

She returned feeling refreshed. Sitting down in the same place she left, she noticed cup of coffee that left there. Lovina looked around for the "culprit", she caught Antonio's eye and he winked. That meant the coffee was safe. She took a sip and it was perfect. She smiled softly just under the rim of the cup. Madeline slid into the seat next to her and flicked her in the head. Lovina stuck out her tongue. Strangely enough, over the last few weeks, The canadian and herself had gotten closer, mutually bonding over their dumbass counterparts and bitchiness. Madeline set down her food and watched Lovina drink her coffee.

"So have you and toni done it yet?" That effectively made her spit her coffee all over Ludwig who was sitting across from her. Madeline did her best not to smile, until she burst out laughing.

"God! That was perfect!"

Lovina smacked her arm.

"You Bitch!"

Madeline smiled one more time, before it melted off her face. The lowered her head and her voice.

"Could you explain the whole prank week thing to me? I don't really get it…."

Lovina patted her on the head and smiled cruelly. "You poor peasant bastard! Well it all started six years ago, when Maddie, you know the one in your unit, dared Abby to dump a bucket of water on the then older camper Ivan. Being the dumbass she is, she actually did it. That started the mutual hatred, as well as they can insult each other in Russian without us knowing." Madeline smiled at that.

"Teams?"

"I believe that the team names this year are Big Red and Badassery." Madeline quirked a brow. "I know for a fact that both Antonio are on team Big Red." Madeline smiled cruelly.

"What about adding in a little friendly competition?" Lovina nodded and they shook hands. This was going to be a good year… Nothing crazy of course…..

That was until, as she stood to bus her trey, a bucket of catsup was dumped on her head. She could feel the anger flood through her.

Shit just got serious…..

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Heracles was officially afraid for his life. It was only Tuesday and there had already been casualties. If you were pranked you were considered dead, that was only if you were on a team. So far the body count for Big Red was very high, ten people in one day. As usual, Abby's team's body count was much smaller, because as usual, Team Badassery was all female. Which apparently makes you harder to kill. This was Heracles big hurra. Each Councillor was given one big prank to orchestrate and Heracles was up. As you would expect, his scheme involved cats.

It was night when the first wave was sent out. Sakura was the one to answer the door. Heracles watched from the bushes near by. The little brown tabby cat scratched gently at the screen of the cabin door. She smiled at the kitten and welcomed it in. There was the sound of cooing as the kitten obviously did something cute. The next kitten was sent in. It was little and white and had a bright pink collar. This time Feliciana opened the door. As soon as she saw the tiny beast, she scooped it up and scurried inside.

More cooing ensued.

Heracles sent the final cat up to the door, this one was by far the cutest, with ginger fur and little green eyes. It scratched on the screen door and it was swung wide open Madeline, Sakura and Lovina let the cat in as they exited the cabin.

Not 30 seconds later the pretty collars those kittens had been wearing, exploded, sending confetti everywhere. The three councillors who had managed to escape the attack high fived and began to walk towards the waterfront. Heracles sighed and untangled himself from the bushes. Ivan was not going to be happy….

It was later that night that Heracles was really looking forward to. He had invited Sakura on a date. A real one. Like where they could contemplate the universe while eating baklava and watching the stars.

The stars….

That is what Heracles liked best about camp. It was like a careless thief had dropped diamonds on the sky's blue path. He missed them during the school year. Athens is a capital city and with all the light pollution, he was lucky if he caught more than a hundred stars, but here…. There were billions.

A small hand was set upon his fluffy hair and he looked up. The stars reflected off her eyes as she laughed at his expression. She laid down next to him, every few minutes scooting closer, to combat the chilly air. They were silent as always, just watching the stars.

After a while they sat up and began to eat the baklava Heracles' step brother, Sadiq, had somehow managed to send him. It was delicious as always. Heracles stopped mid bite when a thought wandered across his mind.

"What do the stars look like to you?"

She quirked a brow. "What do you mean?"

"Well to me they look like Glass some god shattered across a piece of dark blue silk."

She laughed.

"To me it looks like diamonds upon a velvet cushion. Priceless." In one fluid motion from behind her back, she pulled a pie and smashed it in his face. "Just like the look on your face…"

He smirked and grabbed her, carrying her bridal style before unceremoniously dumping her in the lake. She splashed him and he laughed.

This is why I love camp….

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Madeline was beginning to feel swamped. She had finished five out of the eleven dresses she needed to was working on Maddie's 1960's dress. It had quarter length sleeves, a black and white diamond pattern, thick black belt, collar and it was buttoned down. She had dug through the shoe bins and managed to find some golf style kitten heels. It was really a cute outfit and she couldn't wait to see the look on the younger girls face.

She smiled softly. She felt a hand brush through her tangled hair and looked up. It was Alfred. He smiled and sat down beside her.

"How is it going?" He asked. She sighed and stared at the little light of the sewing machine.

"I've been better. There is still so much to do…." He slung an arm around her shoulders.

"Don't worry, I can help." She laughed. "Not funny! And don't you have a unit full of people that can help?"

She looked at him and tapped her chin.

"You do have a point…. Al, you round up the troops! I need to stretch and rest my eyes."

Alfred stood up and waltzed towards the door of the craft hut.

"I'll be back in a few minutes."

She made shooing motions and he jogged out into the night. Madeline stood up rubbed her eye and looked around the small room. On the back wall were the dresses that she had already assembled, along with the shoes and jewelry, lined up in chronological order. They were gorgeous, as far as she was concerned. All of the fabric was either recycled or Alfred had taken her on a little bit of a shopping spree a few days back, so from the fabric store in town. She had sorted through hundreds of pairs of shoes, in the dress up bin and thrift shops near by. She had all of the rest of the dress sketched, minus her own, and shoe for each. She sat down at one of her work stations and just closed her eyes, meaning only to rest. Sadly, sleep was irresistible.

She was awoken by the light shaking of her shoulder. SHe sat up quickly startling Alfred who had woken her up.

"Woah there! I just wanted to inform you that we have all hands on deck. I would have brought my unit, but I figured seven year olds and sharp things… Not a good mix." She almost cried in relief at seeing her unit silent and ready to take orders. Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, Madeline stood in front of them hands on her hips, looking loud and in charge.

"We will be splitting into four teams of four. Find your group and report to me with skills and a kick ass group name."

As it turns out, only about half the kids could sew. Madeline had put the others on cutting and tracing duty and design challenge duty. Alfred acted as supervisor, disappearing to grab things and reappearing, just when you needed him to.

After an hour they had become a well oiled machine. Pumping out one of a kind master piece dresses in under an hour each. As soon as the bits and pieces were finished being cut out, they were sent down the assembly line to the sewing machinists. From there the parts were assembled further and the finishing touches were added, before Helen and Kate collected them. The two girls them put the dresses on to the dress dummies and onto display on the back wall of the miniature cabin.

They all stood back and admired their handy work. They were gorgeous all ten of them. Madeline smiled proudly, before looking back at her campers.

"Great job you guys…. I think it's time to hit the hay…"

Alfred stepped forward.

"Oh no it's not. We have one more thing to give you." He motioned to Niamh, whose eyes lit up as she understood. She disappeared into the storage closet, emerging moments later with a dress dummy. On it was the most beautiful 1920s flapper dress she had ever seen.

Maddie, Lexie, Phoenix, Per and Anika stepped forward.

Maddie spoke first. "I did some research and came up with the design…."

Per cut her off "I designed Alfred's counterpart."

Lexie brushed the dress gently. "We," She gestured to the remaining girls. "did all the technical part."

"I did the beading." Anika said pulling on the strands of beads just hanging.

"I did the detail work." Phoenix pointed to the chevy looking pattern.

"I did genral assembly." Even before Lexie was done speaking, Madeline had scooped them all up into a bone crushing hug.

"Thank you…" She muttered over their heads and they beamed.

When she did finally let go, she took up her serious attitude once more.

"Now off to bed! Get some good sleep and absolutely no pranking tonight." She gave a pointed look to Abby who grumbled in Russian, before tripping her way out.

This is why I love camp….

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Whoever decided to put Alfred in charge of the dance, must have been on drugs. They had put HIM, IN CHARGE of the LARGEST event of the summer. Alfred stared at the place he was to set up. It was a huge empty room at the back of the Mess Hall. He wandered around before collapsing on the floor. He stare at nothing as the buttery sunlight streamed through the large dusty windows. He sighed. There is no way in hell I am going to be able to pull this off…

His slight self loathing intensified. He growled at himself and bangied his head on the floor. Just as his head struck the wood floors, an idea did instead. He peeled himself off the floor and sprinted across the room, only tripping once on his own foot.

Mary had approved his new change in venue. The party was now to take place on the open field near the adventure course. There was Lovina's Pavilion there, where they could serve food and as a bonus it had bathrooms. The outside was cool at night, unlike the stuffy room and the basket ball court could serve as the dance floor. There was electricity, infinite space and a place to look at the stars. Now all that was left to do was plan it. Alfred grinned.

This is going to be a piece of cake…

As it turns out, party planning was a lot harder than Alfred expected. Sure he had the means and the mind to do it. It was just that every idea he had was impossible. When he had told Madeline this, she had laughed and punched him in the arm. Telling him to channel what he liked best about camp, into its biggest event. But now that he stood there looking at the practically empty field, he felt an overwhelming wave of failure. Then he remembered not only was he to set up the dance, he also had to set up a trap for the Ninjas. He sighed and banged his head against one of the basketball poles. That was when it struck him. His favorite place…. Fairy lights… And the tree cabinet…. He had his sketchbook in his lap in two seconds flat.

An hour later, he looked fondly down at his handy work. It was gorgeous, as far as he was concerned. It was classy, but also campy. It was 20s speakeasy, but also 90s rave. He had been able to get the cost cut in half, by using some of his contacts. All that was left to do was wait.

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They were in the woods again, practicing. He swung his katana slowly at the tree as the new drills were screamed at him. He was going to have to come clean eventually. It was just a matter of when. He was startled out of his ponderings by a clout to the ear. He sighed.

There will be hell to pay for this…

As a side note, Abby (Team Badassery) won the prank war. Review Please!