TRAVIS

I saw him.

Unconscious.

A big, bloody gash was in his side from where a monster had attacked him during the war.

His breathing got shallower, his heart beat was weaker.

I was afraid I was never going to talk to him again.

Will Solace from the Apollo Cabin came over with a stretcher, and took his body away.

I stared at the spot where he was, and I felt like crying. I felt like breaking down in sobs.

But I didn't.

I glanced around the battelfield to see lots of injured or dead campers. It was a horrific sight.

I saw Reyna, the Praetor of New Rome, and the Hades kid, Nico di Angelo talking at the foot of the Athena Parthenos.

I looked around a bit more, but then my eye caught on something, like a shining light, a jewel in the middle of the mess.

Her brown hair was dirty, with dirt and even blood all through it. She had cuts on her arms and legs, like me, and a huge scrape on her face, that went from her left ear to her cheek.

She was bent over something, crying. Or more like someone.

Miranda.

I raced over, and yelled, "Katie!"

She looked up to me racing towards her, and she jumped up, running to meet me. I wrapped my arms around her shaking and small body, whispering, "Oh Katie-Kat. It'll be alright."

She sobbed and cried while I held her close, and tears started forming in my eyes.

We both had said that we thought a lot of campers were going to die. But we didn't think there would be this many, let alone our own siblings.

When Katie had calmed down, she looked up at me, and studied my face.

I lightly brushed my fingers over her wound, and she closed her eyes with a look of pain across her face. She whispered, "Miranda's dead."

I nodded and hugged her. "Where's Connor?" She asked me, and I immediately felt sick, the pain and worry of if he was going to come out of that infirmary alive.

I shook my head, a fresh set of tears trailing down my cheeks.

Another set of tears came to her beautiful green eyes as well, and I just hugged her tighter.

"Oh Travis." Katie whispered.

"What are we going to do?"

-

Over the next few days, I never left Katie's side.

Connor was still unwell and we visited him everyday. He was in a coma, but I still told him everything, because you never know, he might still hear me.

Katie and I helped clean up Camp Half Blood, and re build the cabins. It was long, hard work, until 6 days after the war, it was finished.

That day I went to the hospital with Katie, and as we walked there, in silence, I felt a hand slip into mine.

I was surprised at first, and looked at Katie. She blushed and stuttered, "Uh, s-sorry. I just-"

I grabbed her hand. "It's okay, Katy-Kat. I like it."

Her hand fit perfectly in mine, like a lock and a key.

As we walked to the infirmary, I thought, Katie and I are like a lock and key. If one gets thrown away, the other is lost, with no where to go.

We saw Will Solace pacing outside the infirmary, and my heart sank. He looked worried, sad and exhausted.

When we approached him, he looked up at us with weary eyes.

He shook his head.

And I swear my heart stopped.

KATIE

Travis' hand turned sweaty and his face was white, as white as a ghost.

I gripped his hand tighter, but he let go of my hand, and grabbed Will by the shirt collar, lifting him above the ground.

He yelled, "You should have saved him! It was your job to save him! Why didn't you?!"

Tears swam in my eyes, threatening not to fall. So he really was gone now.

Travis' other half.

I grabbed Travis' arm and the rage on his face turned to sorrow.

He let go of Will, and turned around to face me while I wrapped my arms around his shaking body.

He started to sob, and my own tears started to fall.

I could feel his breathing become steady and he collapsed onto his knees. I just held him, because there was no one else.

Connor wasn't here anymore.

-

I looked up at the beautiful blue sky, my eyelids threatening to drop.

Small hands ran through my hair as my head lay in her lap.

She whispered things to me, trying to calm me down.

Katie and I were in the woods, a couple hours after...Connor died.

There, I said it.

It was kind of good to get it out, I hadn't really had the courage to say it.

My eyes met Katie's perfect green ones and for a moment nothing mattered.

She bent down and closed her eyes. I closed mine too, and our lips touched.

I felt like I was falling, falling into a beautiful abyss.

When we broke apart, I grinned at her.

But she must have noticed the small twitch at the side of my mouth, which meant I forced it.

"Oh Travis. It's okay." She whispered, brushing her thumb over my face.

"He's gone, Katy-Kat. He's really gone." I whispered.

She nodded. "I know."

She began run her fingers through my hair again, and said, "If only they could come back. I would love it if they did. But the truth is, they can't. And we can't change that, Travis."

She kissed the top of my head as I nodded.

And we stayed like that for the rest of that dreadful day.

-

"Daddy! Run!" Six year old Connor giggled as his father lifted him up on his shoulders, the boys hands gripping onto his fathers hair.

"Aaaaaahhhh!" Travis and his son screaned as they ran out the door, Connor's sister and mother running behind them.

"Get back here right now, Connor and Travis Stoll!" Katie yelled.

It had sounded weird at first, saying Connor and Travis again, but they got used to it.

Travis turned around, only to be bowled over by 14 year old Miranda, covered in flour.

She had chocolate brown hair and her mother's eyes.

He had light brown hair and his father's brown eyes.

Katie marched up to the two boys, and they both got ready to be slapped, or worse, for their dirty trick.

The two had dropped flour bombs on the girls as they were baking cookies (yes, blue ones Percy).

Travis and Connor flinched, expecting that painful slap.

But instead they got a big hug from the flour covered Katie.

And that made them get flour all over them too.

Then, not caring about the stares from passerbys and the fact that they were in their own front yard, they began to play chasings, running around, laughing and yelling.

And, of course, having fun.

So sorry that it's not that good, I'll try to do better next time. So what would yas like next? Reynico? Percabeth? Your choice. Just comment! :)