tratie oneshots

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Katie screamed and wailed as she was dragged, gently but forcefully out of the infirmary by Will Solace and the other Apollo campers that she couldn't make out through her tears.

She didn't care that she was acting like a five year old, she didn't care about anything but the fact that he had saved her.

Travis Stoll.

Her sworn enemy.

Had taken a blade for her.

An imperial gold blade.

A deadly blade.

Katie knew she should stop being a nuisance for the healers who had much more important things to do with their time, but how else was she supposed to react when someone who supposedly hated her, saved her life?

She had rushed him to the infirmary as soon as she managed to hear his cries and grunts of pain over the clamor of battle, and tried to stay by his side, but she was in such hysterics that she was scaring some of the younger campers. She was now being taken back to Demeter cabin, where Miranda was supposed to 'talk her down', whatever that meant.

But Miranda couldn't help. Neither could any of Katie's half-siblings. Not even Connor, who assured her that Travis was going to be fine and that it wasn't her fault, which was a very un-Stoll like thing to do, didn't ease her pain.

And she hated herself for feeling so awful. She hated that people were having to try and comfort her instead of getting their injuries treated. She hated how much she suddenly cared about Travis. She hated how the idiot had taken a knife for her. Why? They were meant to hate each other, that was how it had always been.

About three hours after Katie had been ushered out of the infirmary, Will came by the Demeter cabin, an annoyed looking Nico right behind him.

They were bickering like an old married couple, and Katie felt a small smile appear on her face despite herself, "I told you, idiot, three days! Doctor's orders!"

"I'm fine!" Nico assured before promptly walking into a wall.

Katie sent Will a confused look, and he returned it with a tired and annoyed one, but there was also something else in his gaze that she couldn't quite place.

Shaking her head to clear it, she spoke full sentences for the first time in hours, "Is he okay?" her voice was timid and shaky, and she cursed herself for caring so much about Travis.

Will stared pointedly at the floor, confirming Katie's worst fears, and even though she knew the son of Apollo had most definitely tried his hardest to save him, it didn't stop her from reverting back to her previous miserable state.

Taking a minute to compose herself, Katie stood, not looking at any of the room's occupants, and marched out the door, heading for the infirmary. If Travis really was going to die, she had to apologize.

Suddenly unsure, Katie stopped in front of the door to the room Travis was staying in, and cursed her nerves. Taking a deep breath, she knocked softly on the door.

The reply came in a rough, tired voice, and she almost considered turning and leaving, before she heard what Travis was saying, "Katie-kat? Is that you? Will said he'd bring you."

She was shocked. Why would he want to see her? He probably blamed her for everything.

Katie knew deep down in her brain that Travis wasn't like that, but she was too frenzied to notice that she was envisioning near-impossible scenarios.

Opening the door, she walked into the room, and immediately gasped at what she saw.

She had seen battle wounds before, of course, but she couldn't stop imagining that she could have been going through what Travis was, or worse.

"Looks like you might finally get your wish, Kates."

Katie shot him a puzzled look, so he elaborated.

"You know, you're always saying 'go to Hades', and it looks like I'm pretty close to a one-way ticket," he smiled weakly before wincing in pain and feeling at the bandages expertly wrapped around his side.

At that, Katie burst into tears once again. Normally she wouldn't have wanted Travis to even see her cry over a sad movie, but at the moment, the thought didn't even cross her mind.

He actually thought she wanted him dead?

A look of worry passed over his face when he saw her crying, but she brushed it off as concern of why she was crying over her enemy, and nothing else.

"Don't die on me, Trav,"

"Well, actually, you're standing all the way over there, so I wouldn't be dying on you-" he was cut off by Katie smacking him gently in the arm.

"You know what I mean, Stoll,"

"Ah, back on a last-name basis, I see,"

That warranted another smack.

Without even thinking about it, Katie leaned down and gently wrapped her arms around his neck, keenly aware of his injured side.

He almost instantly hugged her back, which she normally would have found strange, if he hadn't just saved her life and if she hadn't just told him she didn't want him dead.

"Please don't die, Travis. Maybe...maybe we don't have to always be enemies."

He quirked an eyebrow in surprise, making her self-conscious and causing her to start rambling about her proposition, "Well, I mean, you took a knife for me, and I don't want you to die, so maybe we could....be friends?"

He laughed a soft, low, chuckle, and nodded his head, "I don't think I'm actually going to die Kates, Will was supposed to tell you that."

Katie let go of him, standing up, sighing, and turning to leave to let Travis get some rest.

"See ya tomorrow, Katie-kat!"

"Still don't call me that!"

But this time it was less anger-oriented, and more sarcastic.

Maybe they didn't have to be enemies after all.

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sorry this isn't part two of 'tell them', but I was feeling really inspired to write this for some reason

I'll try to have part two up soon, and I also have an idea for another one that I really want to write

this is also my last week of school, which means that I should, in theory, have a lot more time to upload, so yay

bye!

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