Okay, hey everyone! If you've just started reading this story, thanks! You really don't know how much it means to me that someone is actually taking the time to read some of my work; seriously, it's amazing!

If you've been reading for a while and realize this chapter is different, well I have an explanation. Somehow, this chapter got replaced with a chapter from another fanfiction of mine. I have no idea how. Due to a mishap with my computer a few months back, I no longer have the original first chapter... which means I had to rewrite it. My brain tends to only really remember nonsense things that don't really matter, so this chapter is different from how it was written originally. Just though I'd clear that up.

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians or Heroes of Olympus. (Nor do I own any cereals mentioned in this fic.)

No matter what Travis had to say on the subject, Katie was not a cereal addict. She just enjoyed the occasional bowl of fruit loops or frosted flakes. Today happened to be one of those occasions. That did not, however, make her an addict. (Seriously though, don't listen to Travis if he tries to tell you otherwise.)

Katie was just sitting at the Demeter table; pleasantly chatting with Miranda about how the cabin had been while she was gone (Katie happened to be a summer camper, not year-rounder. However, she did visit during winter break) when she suddenly felt something wet and undeniably sticky hit her head.

As she reached up to pull the offending item off her head, a hush fell over the dining hall. Though she didn't exactly like to admit it, Katie knew she had a temper… and well, three guesses as to how a pancake of all things ended up on her head (and as to how she'd react to said situation).

The daughter of Demeter scanned the dining hall and her eyes fell on the familiar scene of Travis laughing his head off. Oh, that boy was going to get it.

Ever-so-calmly, Katie stood up, bowl of cereal in hand, and casually walked over to the Hermes table. She felt all eyes on her; however, she marched forward. When she reached the table, Travis looked up at her, trademark Stoll smirk settled onto his features. Katie had learned to despise that smirk.

"Oh, hey Katie," Travis greeted nonchalantly, as if he didn't just throw a pancake at her, "it's only 7 in the morning and you already want to talk to me? Not that I can blame you, of course. I am quite irresistible."

Smiling sweetly at Travis (and gleefully watching the smirk leave Travis' face), she put her bowl directly over Travis' face and tipped it over. Katie delighted in the way Travis' face scrunched up in disgust when the soggy breakfast hit its target.

Cereal: $3.50. Milk: $3.00. The look on Travis' face when he got coco puffs poured all over his head: priceless.

However, the situation took a turn for the worst when Travis' none-too-pleasant (yet still less annoying than Travis himself) brother stood up and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Food fight!"

And well, you can guess how it went from there.

The Ares and Hermes cabins were the first on their feet, and oddly enough, quickly followed by the Hephaestus cabin. In a split second, food was flying anywhere and everywhere in the dining hall. It was comparable to World War III (or maybe a Third Titan War).

Seriously, give a demigod camp a few months of peace and they absolutely jump at the chance for some action.

Noticing the eggs flying her way, Katie quickly grabbed onto Travis and used him as a human shield. She could take monsters, but eggs on her face at 7 in the morning? No thanks.

"Well Katie, I didn't know you were that excited to be with me." Travis said, wiggling his eyebrows whilst also bringing up a plate to block his face from the eggs. They landed against the porcelain plate with a splat and then fell to the ground. Katie scrunched her nose; gross.

"Be careful. You don't want to break your legs jumping to conclusions." Katie bit back (though she didn't let go; who knew what kind of breakfast would come flying at her next).

However, all the "fun" was stopped when a plate loaded with all your breakfast nutrition (that means eggs, bacon; the works) hit a certain centaur right in the face. And somehow, Chiron still managed to keep his composure (seriously, she needed a lesson from this guy).

The dining hall was deadly silent, all eyes cast towards their camp director.

Finally, Chiron spoke. "I believe… it's time for morning activities. Wouldn't you agree?"

And just like that, the dining hall was empty. That is, of everyone except her and Travis of course.

Chiron turned her attention to them and Katie realized, embarrassed, that she was still holding onto Travis. Blushing (though she couldn't imagine why), Katie removed her hands and took two full steps away, satisfied when there was a few good feet separating the two of them.

"So," Travis started, "what's the punishment this time?"

Leave it to him to sound so casual. This certainly wasn't the first time Travis had gotten in trouble with Chiron (and the gods know it certainly won't be the last).

The centaur sighed and almost, almost rolled his eyes. Katie could tell it was taking him 2000 years of will power and patience not to do so. "A month of Kitchen Duty, both of you. Together."

"What?" Katie replied, startled. How exactly did she get roped into this? Travis was the one who threw the pancake at her first!

"Well, I believe the food fight wouldn't have started if you didn't make such a show with your cereal Katie." Chiron replied evenly, his tone unfaltering. (Unlike Katie, who felt like punching something. Like Travis. In the face. With a chair.)

"But… but what if he throws the lava at me or something!" Katie argued back, trying desperately to get out of his situation. Okay, so Travis probably wouldn't throw the lava (which was used for cleaning the dishes) at her; however, any reason not to be stuck doing Kitchen Duty, of all things, with Travis for a month was one she was willing to argue.

"Oh how your words wound me so." Travis replied, putting a hand over his heart in fake hurt. She took a moment to glare at him, before turning back to Chiron with a pleading look.

For whatever reason, the prankster didn't even look the slightest bit upset about the situation. Did he really want to be stuck doing Kitchen Duty with her for a month? She knew she didn't want to be stuck with him (in fact, she'd much prefer if he'd stay as far as possible; it's hard to prank someone from a distance). Actually, Travis almost looked… satisfied; he had that whole "cat that caught the canary" look on his face. A look that Katie didn't like one bit… it always meant trouble for her.

"Well, you seem to be getting along fine now. I'm sure you'll manage just fine in the next month. Who knows, maybe it'll even bring you two closer together." Chiron cut in, a hint of amusement in his voice. Obviously, this punishment was bringing him much more satisfaction than just dealing with the culprits for a food fight.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Katie all but shouted back.

However, the half-horse was already trotting away.

"So Katie," Travis said, giving her a serious look. "Do you plan on keeping that syrup in your hair all day? I recommend it; it gives it such healthy glow."

Really, it wasn't her fault that she punched him. All Katie had wanted this morning was a bowl of cereal; she ended up with a food fight, Kitchen Duty, and syrup in her hair. The least she could do was let out a little stress relief on Travis' face.

Ehhh? So what'd you think? Please give me a review with any thoughts/comments/suggestions/rants. Thank you!

Also, since Travis and Katie aren't main characters, they didn't get much character development in the books. So, I am going off what was in the books and then just adding some traits that I figure will fit the characters.

Hope you enjoy the next chapter, Bye. (: