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Her situation:

That didn't make the rest of her life easy. In fact, the worst for Katie was yet to come.

It had started raining, and Katie decided to send an Iris-message in the drizzle. She fished a drachma out of Travis's bag and flipped it into the mist. "O Iris, goddess of the rainbow, accept my offering. Show me Annabeth Chase of Camp Half-Blood." Annabeth shimmered into existence. She was lying on her bed, notes spread around her in a huge fan. Katie had a nagging feeling that the notes were about Percy. "Annie?" she said softly, using the old nickname from when they were both eight and Katie had just come to camp. Annabeth usually hated it when anyone called her that now… but under the circumstances, Katie had the feeling that it was just what Athena's daughter needed.

"Don't call me that-" Annabeth started automatically, before looking up. "Katie! You're okay! I guess Travis found you, then?"

"Yeah," Katie said sadly. "Yeah, he did. But gods, there were about a million monsters stopping us from getting out, and one of them knocked him unconscious. He was running to warn me about this giant ax-wielding maniac and wasn't paying any attention to anything else. It's my fault…" She couldn't help it. Tears leaked out and ran down her cheeks, mixing with the rain.

"Oh, Katie," Annabeth said. "It'll be okay. He'll wake up. But you should check to make sure he's not injured in any other way, you know, so he'll get better faster."

"Right. You're right." In her worry, Katie had completely forgotten the basic rules of demigod first-aid. "I should've thought of that." She ran over to where Travis was lying, covered by the mud-splattered jacket she'd been wearing for the last two weeks. She lifted it gently and unzipped the coat he had on underneath… then gasped. Four large gashes ripped across Travis's chest, and he was bleeding rather a lot. She'd seen the hellhound come at him, but he'd insisted that the cuts were just scratches. Distracted by other monsters, she'd taken him at his word, but she should've know he wasn't telling her everything. Sons of Hermes were pathological liars. "Oh, gods, Travis, what in Hades did you do to yourself?" she muttered, searching through his backpack for that demigod staple, nectar. By some godly miracle, he'd actually remembered to pack some. She unscrewed the canteen and poured rather a lot of the golden liquid down his throat, absent-mindedly wondering what it tasted like to him. His bleeding slowed, but didn't stop completely. Katie risked a few more drops, until it did, but was afraid to try any more. She didn't know how much he could drink before he burned to ashes. If that happened, and it was her fault… it would suck.

"Katie?" Annabeth called over from the Iris-message. "How is he?"

There wasn't much else Katie could do. She screwed the cap back on and went back, rolling her eyes at Annabeth. "A hellhound clawed him pretty badly and he has a gigantic bruise in the back of his head. Other than that? He's great." Annabeth didn't comment on her sarcasm. She knew that was how Katie dealt with scary situations.

"So… is there a reason you Iris-messaged me?" Annabeth asked, tactfully changing the subject. "And how did you Iris-message me in the first place? You're out in the middle of nowhere."

Katie shrugged. "It's raining and misty, and I had a drachma. That's the same way I Iris-messaged Travis the other day. I'm just lucky New Jersey is having unusual amounts of rain right now. As for a reason… well, I thought you might like to know that I'm not dead, and that Travis isn't dead, and that we'll eventually get back to camp once he wakes up. And I guess I also wanted some conscious human company…"

"I can understand that," Annabeth said quietly.

Katie looked at her, alone in her cabin, worrying about her boyfriend when the rest of the world was carefree and happy. "Yeah, I guess you can, huh?" she agreed. "So what had Travis been doing for two weeks after I… left? Did he bother everyone without me around to stop him?"

"Actually, no," Annabeth said, a little surprised. "I didn't notice at the time… you know why… but he didn't pull a single prank the entire time. Camp was weirdly quiet without the constant screams of 'I'll get you back for this, Stoll!' Anyway, I heard he was asking pretty much every single person about you, trying to figure out where you'd gone. And then he realized that nobody knew and he went out to search for you himself and you Iris-messaged him and, well, you know how it went from there."

"Wow," Katie said slowly. "Not a single prank? That's… that's actually kind of scary. Camp wouldn't be the same without them."

"Well, now that you're back, I figure he'll be back to pranking in a second," Annabeth said, smiling slightly. "He was really, really worried about you…"

"Yeah, I picked up on that," Katie grinned. "It was sweet."

"Oh really? So you…? So he…?"

"Yes I did. And yes he did."

"Oh, Katie, that's great!" Annabeth laughed. Katie had a sneaking feeling that it was the first time she'd laughed since Percy had disappeared. "I'm so excited for you two!"

"We're not getting married, Annie." Katie rolled her eyes… but couldn't stop smiling. "And for your information, he hasn't even-" Just then, she saw Travis moving and groaning slightly out of the corner of her eye. "Travis! He's waking up, Annie, sorry, I've got to go…"

"Don't worry about it," Annabeth said, her grin suddenly vanishing. "I… I have plenty to do here."

"I'll IM you again later," Katie promised, biting her lip. She didn't like to leave Annabeth alone, but Travis…

"It's fine, Katie," Annabeth insisted, forcing a smile back on her face. "Just get back to me whenever you can. And tell me everything," she added, her smile suddenly becoming real.

"I will! Bye, Annie," Katie said. Annabeth swiped a hand through the image and disappeared. Instantly, Katie stood up and raced over to Travis. "Travis! Travis! Oh, thank the gods you're okay…" She knelt beside him and helped him sit up. "Gods, Travis, you really had me worried there…"

Travis looked at her, his blue eyes slightly disoriented. "Who's Travis?"

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