gee guys, if you're really into this story, then this is your lucky weekend. three times already. I'm getting into this story allot more now too tbh. it's just really fun to write, you know? eh, anyways, here i go. (i dont know if i'm the only one who actually writes the story in an hour in the Copy-N-Paste box in Doc Manager? so much easier, keeps others from finding my stories, ya know?) ooh, um HoH not really spoiler but content from HoH.

"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO MY CABIN?" Katie Gardener screamed, looking up at her cabin roof. "STOLL!" She didn't need to ask anybody; she knew it was Travis. He'd been terrorizing her in whatever ways possible since Annabeth and Piper left. They were always the main targets, although they laid off of Annabeth for bit when Connor called her a "dumb blonde" and ended up in the infirmary for two weeks. They always warned and protected each other, but now it was just her. Every damn day.

"Yes, Kates?" Travis called.

"STOP CALLING ME THAT!" Katie demanded.

"Likely."

"Whatever. Get this... stuff of my cabin roof. First it was the bunnies, now damn food dye?"

"As you wish, Ms. Gardener." Travis said in a mocking tone. "Later, though. We're doing something."

"No. Now." Katie ordered.

"No, later."

"Now, or we can do a little reenactment. I'll be Annabeth, you be your poor brother you still isn't fully recovered."

Travis raced out of his cabin, hurrying to get his brother to help him clean it off. Satisfied, Katie decided she'd help them. She fetched a ladder from a supply closet, and climbed up to her cabin's roof to do some inspecting. When she reached the top, she realized the food dye wasn't spread randomly, they were arranged in (rather messy) letters.

KATES,

FIREWORKS?

TRAVIS

Oh. She thought back to the time he'd put chocolate bunnies on her roof. Chocolate bunnies. How could she have been so blind? Travis liked her. He'd been trying to ask her out for years. But did she liked him back? She didn't know. I mean, this is painfully adorable and thoughtful. He's kinda good looking. He can be nice and helpful when needed. He... she made a list of pros and cons of him in her head. She could only think of six cons, while the pros list just kept going.

She decided that instead of sitting there and oogling at it, she'd better go respond. She raced down the ladder, not even bothering to take it down. Sprinting to the mess hall, she wondered what she was going to say to him when she found him. Oh, hi Travis, cute story! I found your message, and realized I'd been blind for the past million years. Yeah, sure I'll go to fireworks with you! Maybe.

She found Travis by the lake, still looking for Conner. He looked disappointed, possibly because of another failed attempt to ask Katie out.

"Travis!" She called.

"Yeah?" He spun around, quickly realizing it was Katie.

"I- um, I found your message." Katie called.

Travis turned bright red. "Oh, yeah, um that? It's totally okay if you don't want to, you know. I mean- I just thought-"

"No, I- I came to say that I'll go."

"You- you will?" He asked.

"Of course I'll go! I don't know why I wouldn't."

"You mean, you don't hate me?"

"No, of course I don't hate you!" Katie responded. Travis looked very pleased to hear this. She took a step toward him. "Why would I hate you?"

"Well, in our first at camp together, I kicked your dog in the ass, by accident. Also that year, I tore up all of the plants you planted. And then, I..." He kept going for ten minutes straight about all of the things he did in their first year at camp together. She had to find a way to shut him up, she was blushing furiously now. She made up her mind.

"And then in our second year, I-" Katie cut him of by attacking him with a kiss. He was too stunned to do anything for a moment, but he ended up kissing her back. They broke apart, but still forehead to forehead. "I guess," Travis whispered. "I just wanted to say I'm sorry." Then he kissed her again.

Walking up to the mess hall, arms around each other's waist, laughing, Katie and Travis were now referred to as 'Tratie' by the rest of the camp. Apparently, they'd been calling them that behind their backs for years. Now they were officially together, so the campers called them Tratie to their faces.

Just then, Conner came racing past them, almost knocking them down.
"TRAVIS! Oh, sorry." The playful gleam in his eye wasn't there anymore. The mischievous grin on his face had been replaced by a grim expression. All the color had drained out of him.

"What happened?" Travis asked, catching on with the grim mood.

"D-dinner. This came through." Connor handed Travis the napkin he was holding.

Conner,

Give this to Rachel. Not a prank. Don't be a moron.

Love,

Annabeth.

Travis unfolded the napkin and read the note. His face lost more and more color and his expression became darker as he went on.

"Oh, no. No no no no no no no no no. This can't- this has to be a joke. Very funny, Conner. I got it. Now tell me you're joking. Tell me you're joking." Travis was on the verge of tears.

"I- I'm not. It came where we usually sacrifice part of our meal- I don't know how on earth she managed to do that, but she did. It's her handwriting, and only Annabeth could come up with that form of message transportation." Conner responded.

"What? What happened?" Katie asked. No response. "What happened?" Travis handed her the note with shaky hands. She read it. "Oh, dear. Oh, gods, this- this..." She broke down crying. Tartarus? Percy and Annabeth were two of the strongest demigods she knew, but they might not be able to handle hell itself. But deep, deep down, she thought they could make it. They were strong enough. They can do it. She told herself. But what if they can't?

Eventually, Travis held Katie while she was crying. Then Travis started to cry, so Katie held Travis and they cried together. And then Conner started to cry, so Katie and Travis held Conner while Conner held Katie and Travis who were also holding each other. Then Malcolm came along and they told him the news, so they held Malcolm, too, and Malcolm held them. Then the same thing with Clarisse. Eventually, the whole camp knew aobut it and it was a very wet day for all of them.

Katie was the first to stop crying. "Right now," She said shakily. "We've got a war to prevent, and an oracle to confront."

Oh, yeah, did I mention tRATIE? idk, one of my non canon otps, like octachel and nuna. and don't hate me because i misspelled connor's name all of the story. i just reread the note in hoh and realized that it is in fact an O not E. so don't hate me, and goodbye for now.