A/N Not sure why, but I'm in a very Chris/Clarisse mood. And so, this was born. That's right, an entire One-Shot collection dedicated to one of the most under-appreciated ships ever besides maybe Gruniper. I mean, seriously.

Clarisse and Chris have a relationship that runs deeper than anything else, even Percabeth. Annabeth is easily likeable (Almost to the point of Mary-Sue perfection), but your feelings have to run way deep to stay with someone like Clarisse. Chris was a traitor, but Clarisse still went to hell and back to save him from himself. How much deeper could it get?

Anyway, I have much planned out, but soon enough I will be asking for YOUR ideas.

Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians or anything else I may have mentioned.

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The first time Chris Rodriguez met Clarisse la Rue, he had made the second biggest mistake of his life.

Chris was observing Ares Cabin training, because his cabin counselor, Luke, had wanted him to see serious fighting skills. Currently, Chris was watching a girl about his age beat the crap out of the current cabin counselor with her spear.

"Spears are stupid," Chris mumbled so only Luke could hear. Or so he thought.

The girl's head snapped in his direction, and Luke widened his eyes.

The girl growled angrily and started walking in their direction. "You got a problem with Maimer, punk?"

Chris smirked. "Maimer? More like Lamer!"

The girl's eyes narrowed. "You won't be calling it that when you become punk-on-a-stick!"

Chris was about to reply when Luke stepped in front of him protectively. "Hey, now. I don't think-" He was interrupted by one of the tougher Ares kids pinning him against the wall, grinning in his face.

"Let's let them handle it themselves, shall we?" Luke could only grunt in response.

Chris looked briefly at Luke, but turned his attention back to the girl. "Well? I have yet to become a shiskabob."

She scowled at his sarcasm, and, quick as a whip, she punched him in the face.

Chris fell to the ground, cautiously feeling what was sure to become a black eye. Luke kneed his captor in the . . . ah, unmentionables, and rushed to the aide of his new cabin mate. Flinging him over his shoulder, Luke began to walk out of the arena to find the nearest Apollo camper.

As he was leaving - being carried – out of the arena, Chris heard the unmistakable voice of his new friend. "Anyone asks, that's the mark of Clarisse la Rue!." Pause. "Punk."

Chris crossed his arms and smirked. There was no way he was gonna let this go.

A/N Ohoho, what is he planning? As you can tell, there will be a companion to this, which will come whenever I feel like it. I have a bunch of other ideas, so the first one to review this gets to pick the next chapter.

The first person to review, tell me whether you would like the chapter Injuries, Father's Child, or Embarrassed.

WARNING! If you are the first to review, and you plan on picking the next chapter, you have to say something about the story. Something you like, didn't like, or that you feel completely indifferent; you have to say SOMETHING!

Also, I'm sorry it's short. Not all of them will be this length. Some drabbles will be shorter, some One-Shots longer, you never know. So, review!

Peace, Love, and Pokémon-
Mercu

P.S. Anybody else get the new Pokémon? If you wanna talk about it, PM me. I can talk for HOURS about it. Snivy and Reshiram, FTW!