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Her memories:

Finally, Katie reached the memory that she had thought of as she was shopping in the convenience store. The memory that had prompted her to buy the stimuli that she prayed would get rid of Travis's amnesia. The memory that Katie treasured above almost all others. She only hoped that the event had been just as special to Travis.

"Come on, Katie," Travis insisted. They were sixteen, and although the Titan War was getting worse and worse, Beckendorf and the others were still managing to pull off a good Fourth of July. "We're going to miss the fireworks! And they're going to be really special this year!"
Katie was instantly suspicious. "What in Hades did you do this time?"

Slowly, ever so slowly, his face turned a very bright red. "…Nothing, of course, Katie," he lied to her face. "Why would I ruin such a monumental event for demigod couples of all parentage? It's a milestone in all of their relationships. They would be very put out if I destroyed their precious moments with some childish venture."

Katie wasn't letting up that easily. "And that brings me to another point. If we aren't a couple, then why are we going to the fireworks together?"

His bright red deepened to a shade that was a bit more maroon. "Er… because Connor is too lame to go with me and I have abandonment issues and can never be alone which is why I love the Hermes cabin because someone is always around to keep me company but today everyone is too… um… busy and so I had to ask you because if I have to watch the fireworks alone I will have a mental breakdown and run through all of the couples, tousling their romantic blankets and crushing the moment by screaming, 'I have friends! I know I have friends!' at the top of my lungs?"

It sounded way too much like a question to be true (Travis was usually a very good liar, son of Hermes and all, but whenever he was around Katie, for whatever reason, each 'bent truth' was badly told and obviously false), but Katie let it slide, preferring to focus her efforts on stopping him from pulling whatever prank he was planning on pulling. "Busy, Travis? Busy? I know what that means. What that always means. You're going to do something, aren't you?"

"Well, actually, yes, I am going to do something," Travis said, grabbing her hand and gently dragging her forward. "I'm going to go to this spot that's perfect for firework-watching, and you're going to come with me, and we're going to have a blast."

Strangely enough, he was actually telling the truth this time. "So… you're really not going to make Cabin Nine's fireworks explode prematurely?"

He shook his head. "I'm really not."

But Katie wasn't ready to give up yet. "And the rest of the Hermes cabin isn't going to make Cabin Nine's fireworks explode prematurely?"

He grinned at that. "They wanted to. But I told them it was a bad idea and you would kill me if they did."

"And they listened to you?"

"Yup."

"No way. …Seriously?"

"Yup. Seriously. There will be no premature explosions of fireworks tonight. Unless it's Cabin Nine's fault. Or Percy." Katie couldn't help but smile at that. Percy did tend to be rather… accident-prone sometimes.

"All right," she said eventually, "I believe you. Lead me to this perfect firework-watching spot."

So he did, and it really was incredibly perfect. It was in the center of Camp Half-Blood's beach, but set a little back from everyone else so that you felt secluded, even surrounded by people. He'd set a blanket there beforehand to keep the spot reserved (otherwise, anywhere was fair game, as far as the other demigods were concerned), and there were two suspicious-looking packages lying on top of it. "Oh, my gods," she breathed, walking up to it. "Is that…?"

"Yeah, it is," Travis smiled, immensely pleased with himself. "70% cacao dark chocolate subtly flavored with orange zest."

Katie didn't even ask how he'd known what her favorite dessert in all the world was – she just sat down slowly on the blanket and stared at the two large bars of fantastic chocolate. She wasn't much of a candy person – or a cake person, or an ice-cream person, or a brownie person, or really a dessert person – but when it came to 70% cacao dark chocolate subtly flavored with orange zest, her willpower crumbled. "Wow, Travis," she said finally. "That's… thank you."

"Well, don't thank me yet!" he laughed. "You haven't tried it!" And he unwrapped a bar and gave her a piece.

"Delicious," she promised. "Now it's your turn." And they ate chocolate together, laughing and joking, until the fireworks began. Then, as tradition dictated, they were almost completely silent, only speaking to whisper in amazement as Cabin Nine's fireworks exploded across the deep blue sky. But then, half-an-hour later (too soon, in Katie's opinion), they were over, and most of the younger campers packed up and went to bed. Only a few couples stayed to smile and talk and, well, do stuff that couples do… and then there was Katie and Travis. They stayed too – the only two people there who weren't dating (besides Annabeth and Percy, of course, but they liked each other so obviously that they didn't really count).

"So," Katie said, tilting her head at Travis, "why are we still here?"

"Because you want the rest of the chocolate?" He grinned back at her with that mischievous half-grin that she loved to se - couldn't stand the sight of.

She narrowed her eyes at him. "No, really."

His grin widened. "Because the show isn't actually over yet."

She raised an eyebrow. "I'm almost scared to ask what that means."

"It's not scary. I promise." Travis Conrad Stoll may have been a pathological liar, but oddly enough, when he promised something, he meant it. She had learned that after the fake bug incident years ago. So she went against all her honed Stoll brother instincts – and trusted him.

"All right, then. Finish the show."

That was when he reached under the far end of the blanket and pulled out some white sticks. "Ta-da!" he smiled triumphantly.

"Travis?" Katie said, slightly worried about his mental health. "Those are sticks."

"Yeah, for now," he said, his smile not fading a bit by her blunt reaction. "But what happens when you light them on fire?"

"Oh gods, Travis," Katie fretted exasperatedly. "You snuck a lighter into camp?"

"Ah, it's no big deal," Travis shrugged. "It's not like I'm going to set a cabin on fire or anything."

She pursed her lips. "Somehow, I'm having a hard time believing that, you being a pyromaniac and a compulsive prankster and all."

"If it worries you so much, I'll give you the lighter when this is over."

"Really?"

"Yeah, sure. I mean, I still have about four more hidden under my mattress."

Katie couldn't tell if he was kidding or not – that stupid half-grin could go either way. So she simply rolled her eyes and said, "Whatever, Stoll. Just light the sticks on fire already."

"Your wish is my command," Travis said, laughing like he'd just told her something hysterically funny and terrifically clever. He was being ridiculous of course, but Katie smiled, going along to make him feel better. (And that was the only reason she was smiling, okay?) Then he lit the sticks on fire, and Katie breathed in sharply in surprise. They were more than sticks. They were Grade-A+ Made in Cabin Nine Demigod Sparklers, and they flashed incredibly with a blinding brightly white light you just didn't see in the mortal world.

"Nice, Travis," she said in spite of herself. "Those are nice."

"Oh, they're nice now," he grinned. "But just wait. Here, take one." He gave her one of the sparklers, and she held onto it gladly. "All right," he said. "Now blow on it."

"Blow on it?"

"Yeah. Trust me."

"Trust you? That's a good one."

"On three," Travis said, ignoring her. "One, two – three!" And in spite of herself, Katie blew on her sparklers at the same time Travis did. The result was astonishing, beautiful, beyond words. When they'd blown on the sparklers, some of the sparks of light had broken free and floated into the sky, where they formed constellations and new patterns, looking for all the world like real stars. They did it again and again, till the sparklers themselves were looking a bit dim, but the sky shone with about forty new stars.

She leaned her head on Travis's shoulder and smiled. "I love it, Travis," she told him happily.

"Oh, thank the gods," he grinned, looking down at her. "I hoped you would." Their eyes locked, Katie turned towards him, her heart pounding hard, and Travis started to lean closer ever so slowly. But then Miranda Gardiner ran up to them, and they quickly separated, putting their sparklers between them like barriers.

"Travis was just showing me these really cool sparklers, Miranda," Katie told her. "Look! They give out sparks like stars."

Miranda glanced up at the sky to humor her – "Mm, yes, those are nice" – but quickly got to the matter at hand. "Kelly" – Kelly was the Demeter cabin's youngest member at the moment, only five years old – "is convinced that a hellhound is hiding under her bed, waiting until she falls asleep to drag her into the Underworld. We all looked under the bed and promised her that nothing was there, but she'll have none of it. Could you please…?"

Katie sighed. "Yeah, I'll get her to sleep." She looked at Travis. "Tonight was fun."

He grinned halfway, as usual, but it didn't seem quite as real as before. "Yeah, it was, wasn't it? Here, take the rest of the chocolate." She smiled and took the extra bar silently. "Hey, and if the hellhound's real… I'll nip over there and bash its head in for you."

The "for you" hung in the air with a weight that didn't make sense. Katie looked at Travis, and Travis looked at Katie, and neither of them wanted the moment to end. But Miranda broke the silence, saying, "I'm sorry, Katie. But we've really got to go."

Katie bit her lip. "Yeah, I know. Thanks, Travis. I'll see you later, okay?" And she ran off to get Kelly to sleep. It was a piece of cake, really ("Sweetie, how about you take my bed, then? And I'll borrow one of Cabin Eleven's sleeping bags and stay on the floor? And then the hellhound can't get either of us."), and when Kelly was tucked in nice and tight, Katie went right back to their blanket under the sparkler stars. But Travis was already gone. She sighed and turned back towards her cabin before remembering that she needed a sleeping bag. A minute later, and she was knocking at Cabin Eleven's door.

"Hey, Katie," Travis said when he opened it (because of course he opened it). "How's Kelly?" She was slightly disappointed when he asked that first, although she didn't know why.

"Oh, she's fine. Sleeping in my bed so the hellhound doesn't get her," she said, laughing lightly. "But I had to promise her I'd sleep on the floor so it wouldn't get me either. Do you have a spare sleeping bag in there?" The floor was entirely covered by sleeping bags. There was no way they were all being used.

"Oh, yeah, sure," Travis said. "I'll be right back." He closed the door, Katie heard some yelling and some grumbling, and then he was back with a reasonably clean sleeping bag in his hands. "Here," he told her. "Just bring it back in the morning, okay?"

"No problem," Katie promised. "Thanks." She paused. "Um… Travis?"

"Yeah?" He looked hopeful, but Katie couldn't figure out what he wanted, exactly.

So she simply said, "Tonight was amazing. Really. You were great," and hugged him tightly and quickly around the sleeping bag. Then she stepped back, grabbed it, whispered, "Thanks again," and ran back to her cabin. For a long time that night, she lay awake, wondering if she should've kissed him. But no, she decided finally, they really were just friends. That moment – when the sparklers had sent new stars shimmering into the night sky and Travis had been so close to her – had just been so energy-charged that her thoughts had been twisted up into knots. Those feelings weren't really…well, real. Everything would be back to normal in the morning.

Katie frowned as she neared their campsite. She should've gone for it. She should've kissed him. Then maybe they would've dated for six months instead of pretending that what had happened on the Fourth hadn't happened and that they were just friends, nothing more. And maybe… She shook her head at herself. Regretting what had happened half-a-year ago was stupid. She needed to live in the present. As she walked into their camp, she only hoped that the Fourth of July had been as special to him as it had been to her, and that the things she'd bought him could bring that memory back to the surface.

Then Katie looked up and realized that Travis was nowhere in sight. Worse, a twelve-foot-tall monster with two gryphons on a leash was staring right at her. She cursed, something she rarely did (after all, every little kid at camp looked up to her, and she had to set a good example). "Hello, Demeter's daughter," the humanoid chuckled. "I've been waiting for you."

Dun dun dun... (again :P)

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