Percy never meant to be the ‘new kids’ guide.
It was a last minute decision by Paul, who was desperate for someone to help the incoming new kid after the previous guide pulled out after breaking his leg. So Percy, desperate to get some brownie points back after disappearing from school life for about a year (His mom claimed Percy had been kidnapped by his father's crazy mother, but Haltzman, ever the skeptic, was putting Percy on ‘Thin Ice’) volunteers at both his mothers and Pauls behest. He is now using words like behest because Annabeth is determined to make Percy sound like a douche in preparation for the SATs. Not that Annabeth sounds like a douche when she says words like Behest, but that's because she's Annabeth.
Anyways, what Percy is expecting is just some normal, unlucky kid, who had to transfer into Junior Year.
What he isn't expecting is Leo goddamned Valdez.
He's sickly looking, with large eye bags and cracked lips. His skin, usually a rich, warm brown had a tinge of green and was covered with a light sheen of sweat. His hair was somehow, even worse. His curls were limp and were dropping into his eyes, and had that ‘I haven't slept in 72 hours because I've been working on a project’ look that Annabeth sometimes got when she got sucked into another topic.
But his eyes didn't have the same look.
When Annabeth got devoted like that, her eyes held this intense dedication, even when she finished the project. Her eyes got dark. Like he was looking at steel instead of looking at his girlfriend’s eyes. But Leo's eyes weren't like that, and he had seen Leo's eyes when he and Annabeth worked together. His eyes became lighter, dark brown shifting to a fiery gold like his entire life was now just for this project in front of him.
Completely opposite to Annabeth's shift, but also blindingly the same.
His eyes right now looked hazy. Like a light glaze was over his eyes, the brown of his eyes turning into a dark hole.
“Ah, you know each other already. Saves me intro-ducin y'all” Haltzman chuckled, oblivious to their shock. Percy gapes like a goldfish, his jaw working up and down.
“Fuck me backward on a bike and call me Christ, Percy ” was what Leo exclaimed while he pushed himself up out of the chair, before being enveloped in a tight, Jackson-Family-approved embrace. Percy of course, had to lean down a bit to accurately hug Leo, and Leo had to lean up, but in the end, it was worth it.
Percy had always been tactile with the people he loved. Friends and Family were entitled to at least 5 Percy-Jackson-hugs a day and Percy was happy to give. He liked hugging and forehead kisses and shoulder-pats and hand-holding, he liked showing his love through more physical ways.
It wasn’t always like that for him.
Percy tucked Leo into his neck and buried his face in Leo's curls (which, yuck, Leo needed to shower) but he did it anyway because Leo probably needed it. He smelt like Leo, which was like a weird mix of oil and campfire smoke. Musky, sort of.
“This is incredibly homoerotic, Jackson. Almost gay, if you were willing to go that far” was Leo's muffled answer to Percy's heartfelt show of physical affection. Percy coughed out a sudden laugh and pulled away, examining Leo as Percy held him in place, his left eyebrow raised in an inquisitive arch. He’d learned this specific look from his mom.
He looked a bit more like the Leo he knew now, bright eyes and a stupid grin that just screamed ‘i will blow up your car for shits and giggles and there is nothing you can do to stop me’ .
But Percy wasn't an idiot, contrary to popular belief, and he hadn't missed the small shakes rattling through Leo every now and then.
“Well, boys, seen as y'all have been…. reacquainted,” Haltzman said, awkwardly shuffling in his big, high-backed chair because men showing emotion was obvious signs of demonic possession. “I think it's time you showed Mr. Valdez around, Jackson”.
He turned suddenly from Percy to Leo and slid a piece of paper over to Leo, “This, Mr. Valdez, is your schedule. Each of these classes is the average for your age group, but all of your teachers will be reportin’ back to me if you seem to be havin’........difficulties, and we will act accordingly”.
And with that, he shooed them out of his office and back into the main hall.
“So…..” Percy began, leading Leo to his first class of the day, ”Why didn’t you tell me you were coming? Better yet, why has it been radio silence from you ever since you left? Piper’s been worried, man….”
They were half-way towards Leo’s bio class and Percy knew he shouldn’t have said that.
Leo went rigid like he had been shot, his hands curling into tight fists and his eyes were wide and guilty.
“Oh? I, uh, didn’t really think….I- fuck”
He was shifting from foot to foot, running a hand through his hair, dragging it back from its roots.
“Hey, man” Percy placed a hand on Leo’s shoulder, “don’t sweat it too much. This whole thing has been a whirlwind and stuff gets mixed up. Piper knows you’re smart as shit, but maybe come over to mine after school and we can IM her, yeah?”
Leo held Percy’s gaze for a second as his foot starting furiously tapping on the floor, but he relented after a few moments. “Yeah, okay, sure, we can definitely do that,” he said, “I’ll be stoked to finally meet the famous Sally Jackson”.
Percy gave Leo a big grin and another shoulder pat, the small tremors that ran through Leo running up along Percy’s arm. Percy may not be able to stab Leo with Riptide until he was okay, but Percy could still help, probably. With his head. And the pink squishy thing inside it.
And if all else failed, Riptide was always still an option. Probably.
“And she’ll be stoked to meet the famous builder of the Argo II and Saviour of the World, dude. Now, get to bio and try not to die of boredom”
Leo grinned, a familiar Cheshire grin and said back to him as he began to walk away “Your mom’s husband better be ready to watch me woo his wife away with my charm and fantastic personality, Jackson”.
Percy responded the only way you could respond when your friend suggested he was going to be your step-father even though he was 2 years younger and 2 feet shorter than you.
He flipped him the bird.
“Adios, Jackson!” was Leo’s parting gift, along with a stage-hummed version of Stacy’s Mom.
“Bastard….” Percy whispered to himself, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe Leo. Which he couldn’t. Did Leo think Percy was buying his act? He’d have to put in a lot more work if he was going to get one past him.
Well, it looks like he’s got more on his plate this year than what his academic calendar told him.
By time Lunch comes around, Leo’s head is a battlefield of facts and words and numbers that the American Education Systems believes you need to know. Bio, English and American History are impossible. Like, he can just about deal with bio if he imagines the organs and the people are just machines but his dyslexia makes English extra-impossible and American History could put an insomniac to sleep.
His algebra class and physics class are boring because Leo already knows most of the course, so he’s designated those classes as his ‘nap time’ period. The same will probably go for his upcoming Spanish and Chem classes. Unless he’s forgotten a language he’s known since birth and his magic demigod powers suddenly fail him.
Leo threw some newly procured books into his locker, squeezing in-between a very horny couple and a dude who resembled Jared Kushner if he was put on high in a microwave.
He smelled faintly like blood and Leo was very afraid of him.
After braving the perilous straits of Locker-dom, Leo made the even more harrowing journey to boy’s-bathroom-arcadia.
Go in. Piss. Wash your hands. Try not to die due to the humidity from the Juuls. Don’t make eye contact with anyone. Take your meds in a stall and do not let anyone see you, lest they try to sell you overpriced oxy laced with rat-poison. Fucking ‘my-names-Darren-and-i’m-very-white-but-i-also-have-cornrows’ still haunted him to this day. Thank god for Leo’s ability to tell somethings chemical makeup from touch or Leo would be very dead by now.
After that traumatic experience, Leo made his way to the epicenter of High School.
A cold sweat covered his skin, and he couldn't tell if it was from the meds or the pressure of finding a place to sit. It had been so long since Leo had to deal with social hierarchies and it was not an experience he longed to go back to.
He procured his food and stood at the very top of the room, looking like a complete idiot while he tried not to pass out because-
Hey, that was his name. Interesting.
He followed the voice through the crowds until he saw the lanky frame of Percy Jackson himself at a nearly full table.
It never really occurred to Leo that Percy might have mortal friends at school. To Leo, Percy was one of the heads of Camp Half-Blood, demi-god hero and boyfriend to the great Annabeth Chase.
To these people, he was just Percy Jackson. Charismatic and friendly, but weird and no-one particularly special.
It never really hit Leo until now that he was something different. Something Alien.
‘And hello existential crisis’
He sat down beside Percy at the table, wary of the judging eyes that tore into him, looking for cracks.
He grinned back, two-finger saluting them. Them being 4 dudes in the seats across from him, and two girls in the seats beside Percy. The dudes were wearing Letterman jackets, but their builds weren’t the builds of football players, more compact. Like Percy’s lean than Frank’s bulk.
“This, guys, is Leo. I know him from Summer Camp and he’s a really good friend of mine. Leo, this is some of the swim team”
Swim Team. Oh, that made sense.
“‘Sup?” he greeted, like a perfectly functioning person. “Hey, I’m Brayden,” said an African-American kid, with a close-cropped afro. The two other dudes, twins, who had dark brown skin with small, almond-shaped eyes and soft black hair. “I’m Perdana,” said the one with the dark wire-framed glasses “and my brother here is Vikal. He doesn’t talk much cause he’s antisocial and weird”.
Vikal nodded in agreement, a fry hanging out of his mouth and gave Leo a wave of his hand as a gesture of ‘ Hello, Hi, I see you’.
The last dude was tall, like so tall Leo could recognize how tall he was even when he was sitting down. He had red, milky skin with a narrow face and thin lips, with a black buzz-cut. “Colin,” Colin said.
This was a riveting conversation, it seemed.
The two girls, only one of who was actually on the team. The other girl, Miranda, was her girlfriend. The swimmer was Fate, a tall, lean black girl with long silvery curly hair. Leo didn’t partake in a lot of the conversation, happy to just listen and make a joke or two when it was called for. He also made steady progress through his burger but stopped once his stomach started to complain. Percy was extra sure to watch Leo like a fucking hawk it seemed. He thought he was being slick, but Leo could feel his eyes on him.
“Hey, meet me at the entrance way once the final bell rings, capiche Valdez?” was Percy’s parting statement once they started to clear out to their classes once again.
“Yeah, sure man”
His next class was Chemistry, which was nearly impossible to find without Google maps. Or GPS. He was 5 minutes late, but the teacher didn't take any notice and Leo hurriedly shuffled towards the back of the class, sitting on an empty chair. He turned to ask the dude beside him for a pen because Leo lost his somewhere between Bio and English and-
“Oh, hey Alex”
Alex blinked at him, surprised for a moment, before giving Leo an awkward half-grin.
They stared at each other as Leo fumbled, trying to restart the conversation. Would it be awkward if they didn’t talk? Alex was his Foster-brother and Leo was living with him, so social necessities were necessary.
Thankfully, the teacher finally started, y’know, teaching, as he rose up from his chair like some eldritch monster from the next dimension over. He was young, the kind of young John Mulaney was. Was he 20 or 40? No one knows and that's the way he likes it. He had messy, dark hair and a hawkish face, actually, honest-to-the-gods, circular glasses too. His wool pullover looked several sizes too big and his corduroys made Leo cringe on his behalf.
The next 40 minutes are filled with stuff Leo already knows, a pop quiz and Alex looking shifty as fuck. Seriously, who wears a hood and a scarf in class? It was September, not the dead of winter.
Then, it was 2 other classes, Social Studies, and Spanish. Social Studies had Nicky in it, who excitedly showed him multiple pictures of his partner on his phone under the table. His partner was tall, around Nicky’s height, with short curly hair and pale, freckly skin, but they seemed pretty fucking built. They also, according to Nicky were, ‘ amazing, oh my god, Leo. Emmet is so hot and adorable and they’re just perfect’.
“Hey, Nicky, I won’t be coming back with you to the house. A friend of mine invited me back to his since we haven’t seen each other in a while” he whispered as the teacher droned on about the government or something.
“Who? And for how long? Mel gets weird when we leave the house for too long”
“It’s Percy Jackson. He goes to school here? Senior? Dark hair-”
“I damn well know who Percy Jackson is. How do you know him? Is he actually the son of like a mafia boss? That’s the most popular theory, anyways”
Leo was confused.
Leo was very confused.
“I- uh- went to summer camp with him? And his dad isn’t a mafia boss?”
Nicky seemed very disappointed with his answer but told him to be back before 9.
They parted for Spanish, which was Leo’s designated nap-time. The Spanish teacher didn’t seem too bothered by it, as Leo was fluent and had no problem answering her back in Spanish.
Eventually, like the fall of Rome or some shit like that, the final bell rang and Leo was gone. Out the door, Vamos, poof.
“Hey, dude,” Percy smiled, eyes bright as he leads Leo out of the crowd and down the street, Leo half-jogging to keep up with Percy’s long strides.
Percy grinned even further and the warm coals in Leo’s chest fizzled and crackled.
Sally was prepared for one teen boy returning from school that day, not two.
Sally loved her son, but he had to forward-planning skills of an excitable puppy.
“Hey, mom! We’ve got guests!” Percy shouted as he entered the apartment, slamming the door. Paul had been home for the last hour and he shrugged his shoulders, continuing with the cooking.
Sally got up from her place at the table, setting down her pen and rolling her eyes. She was working on another of her books and the distraction of Percy was a welcomed one. She loved Paul, but he had the work ethic of a madman and refused to let her wallow in her writer’s block.
She stepped into the living room as Percy and their presumed guest sat on the couch. Percy made himself at home, throwing off his jacket and tucking his long legs under him as he stared up at her, green eyes big and pleading.
Their guest looked mortified.
“ You-You didn’t tell her?” the boy hissed, loud enough for Sally to catch it.
Their guest was small, young but obviously a teenager. He had dark brown skin and a mop of hair that Sally ached to trim, with these big brown eyes at made her week. He was skinny, not even the lean her son was, but actually skinny.
“Hey, momma? Can Leo stay for dinner?”
Leo, their guest spun his head to look her directly in the eyes for a quick second, before casting his gaze downwards.
“Of course he can,” she said warmly, a smile tugging at the edges of her mouth, “If you two boys can set the table and clean up afterward”.
Percy pouted but nodded in agreement.
“Uh-Thank you-Miss? Mrs? I uh-fuck” Leo fumbled, his cheeks turning a deep scarlet as he put his foot firmly in his own mouth.
“Calm down, Leo. I’m very glad you could be here. I haven't had Percy’s friends over in quite a while”
‘Since he went missing’ is what she’s saying but is Leo a demi-god or mortal? She doesn’t want to freak the kid out.
“Dinner!” Paul calls, the scent of spaghetti and meatballs wafting in from the KItchen. Percy grins, eyes sparkling as he catches the scent. Ever since he’s come back from The Quest, he’s been…..more wolflike, she supposes, but a tattoo and some wolf-like personality traits are okay with her, as long as her son is safe and happy and passes the SAT’s.
Percy vaults over the couch and slides into the kitchen in an attempt to get to the food faster. Leo, like a much more civilized person, walked into the kitchen, passing Sally and began taking spoons and forks out of the cupboards to dress the table with.
It was then that Sally realized he was shorter than her. Sally was 5’8 and Leo would’ve had to been 5’6 maybe? He was tiny.
What age was he? 15? 14?
She helped the boys clear her writing utensils off the table, answering Leo’s polite questioning as they went. Leo seemed to be a quiet, polite boy, but he was incredibly nervous around her and Paul, so she suspected Leo wasn’t all he was presenting.
Soon, they were eating. Well, Sally and Paul were eating. Percy was eating his food like it was his last meal on death row and Leo was eating like he knew it was poisoned but was dedicated to eating his spaghetti out of kindness to Paul.
“So,” Sally began, placing her fork carefully on her plate, “where did you meet Leo, Percy?”
Percy looked up from his food, a single strand of spaghetti hanging out of his mouth. Sally was suddenly overcome with the urge to take a photo of her son’s adorability. He swiftly sucked the spaghetti into his mouth and cleared his throat. “Camp. Half-Blood. We didn’t just meet at any old Camp”
Leo raised his eyebrow at her son, leaning his head in his hand. “Technically, we met at Camp Jupiter. Or does it count if we met on my Argo above Camp Jupiter?” he asked, tapping out a rhythmic beat with his free hand.
Paul sighed in relief and sagged in his seat. “Oh thank god. I was having an aneurysm trying to figure out if you were like Percy or not”
Leo smirked nervously at Paul, his foot beginning to match in his fingers in the tapping.
“Oh, Leo’s way better than me,” said Percy, slumping back in his chair, rubbing a hand over his food baby, completely oblivious to Leo’s face of shock and bewilderment. “Remeber the ship I told you about? The Argo?-”
Sally did remember Percy telling her about it. It was after he came back, while he was still having the worst of his nightmares. After Sally held him as he shook, he told her about happier memories he had from the quest. The Flying Ship, The Argo II.
“-Well Leo here is the Engineer of the Argo II. He designed and built it. Like, that is so cool, dude. Like no amount of monster-killing on my part would’ve gotten us from California to Greece in one piece without the Argo” Percy said, nonchalant, while poor Leo looked like he was on the verge of passing out.
“You’re Percy Jackson. You probably could’ve asked the ocean to get us to Greece in like a day and it would’ve done that ” Leo said, half-bewildered and half-defensive.
Sally knew her son was a hero, but to see actual, honest-to-the-gods hero-worship of her son was another thing entirely. To Leo, Percy was the savior of the World first. Percy, to Sally, was her son, her baby. To demi-gods like Leo, he was Percy Jackson, Son of Posideon, Saviour of Olympus.
“Uh, no I could not. That would’ve been literally impossible”
Leo frowned at Percy and Percy frowned back. Were they going to fight over why the other person was the better person?
“So, Leo!,” Paul exclaimed, smiling with desperation as he tried to pull the conversation from where ever it was going, “Who’s your godly parent?”
Leo dragged his gaze from Percy’s to look Paul owlishly in the eyes. “Hephaestus. God of fire and blacksmiths, that kind of stuff. Cabin 9”
Paul smiled, but Sally could see the panic in her husband's eyes. Where did they take the conversation from here?
“So, you’re good with building, uh, smithing?”
Leo looked down at his plate, still mostly full of food. “Yeah, engineering, among….other things”
“Other things? Like what?” Paul asked, smiling gently.
Percy suddenly stiffened, green eyes sharp as he looked from Leo to Paul, like he was assessing the world's most dangerous game of tennis.
Something was up. Paul had asked a question that Leo isn’t going to respond well to.
Leo, head still down, raised the had that was previously tapping on the table. He raised it until it was in the center of the table, stretched. The hand seemed like a normal enough hand, brown with paler skin for the palm, covered in tiny, pink, picked-out scars. Her Uncle was a mechanic, and she could recognize those kinds of hands anywhere-
Then, his hand, for a split second, seemed to glow from the inside, like a flashlight had been pressed up against his skin and-
A small fire started in the center of his palm. Sally felt the breath escape her chest as she watched the flame dance over his hand, a beautiful dark red and orange. She could feel the soft heat on her face and a smile took its place on her features. Sally loved water and the ocean, but she could be partial to a warm fire in a fireplace.
“Hey, Sal, why can I see it? It’s a…. godly thing, right?” Paul asked, making her eyes move away from the fire and Leo quickly extinguished it, pulling his hand back. He was shocked, but in that quiet shocked way that meant he didn’t want anyone’s feelings to be hurt.
Percy sat up straight, his eyebrows furrowing together.
“Oh, Mortal’s can see my Fire, even if they can’t see through the Mist, so don’t worry, Mr.Blofis”
“What? Why?” asked Percy, confusion thick in his voice.
Leo shrugged, “Dunno? It involves a lot of mumbo-jumbo about sh-uh-stuff. I wasn’t really paying attention when Chiron explained it, honestly. It’s like how Pipes’ charmpseak can affect mortals”.
“So…..Fire and Water, and you guys still get along really well?” joked Paul, sitting up straighter in his chair. Leo let out a surprised laugh, short and wheezy and Percy grinned.
“Yeah, it’s not exactly like Fire and Water, it’s more like, ‘A dude who can control entire oceans’ and ‘A guy who can light your smoke for you’”.
Percy frowned at Leo, who was grinning sardonically, eyebrow raised in challenge.
“Leo, my good buddy, my pal, Leo-whatever-your-real-name-is-Valdez” Percy began, becoming slowly more and more dramatic as he went along, “your powers blew up a fucking Primordial Being. I’m 90% sure you can do more than ‘ light your smoke for you’”
Leo blushed, his eyes wide and ready to fight back.
“Language, Percy” she scolded, eyeing up her son.
“Wait-you’re the one who killed Gaia? The- oh-oh! The prophecy line, what was it-” Paul said, eyes lighting up with understanding.
“ To Storm or Fire, the World must Fall ” Leo parroted back like it was ingrained in his mouth.
“And, yeah, he was the one to kill Gaia,” Percy said smugly like he was the cat who got the mouse, and Sally had to bit down on her laugh.
“Percy, my buddy, my pal, Persues Jackson,” Leo said, an imitation of Percy, mouth pulled into a grin and his eyes bright. Sally thinks this might be the actual Leo- Valdez? Is that his last name?-“- I died killing Dirt Face. That’s not exactly a successful ending, dude. One could even say it was the opposite”
Percy, undisturbed by the fact that Leo once died, continued on, oblivious to Paul’s look of shock and Sally’s look of a deep motherly need to keep Leo safe from all harm.
“Yeah, but you didn’t stay dead. Which, is arguably, even more impressive”
“It took me a week to get back!”
“You were lost in Siberia! You needed to fix Festus!”
“Who wants Dessert?” Paul said, half-desperately, as the boy’s voice’s got louder and louder
This, got Percy’s attention, like waving a piece of catnip in front of a cat.
“Yeah, I’m down for dessert,” Percy said, going back to his normal state instantly, like flicking a switch.
“Then clean up” Sally instructed, moving from the table to the living room, smiling as she heard Percy’s protesting, which was swiftly killed by Leo.
“You better be happy, momma!” he called from the kitchen, as Sally settled on the couch, legs tucked beneath her. “Two Saviours of Olympus, doin’ your dishes!”.
Paul joined her on the couch, tucking himself close to her as he turned on the TV, a warm line of heat against her as she began to type on her laptop.
Soon, the boys were finished cleaning and carried a whole tub of chocolate ice-cream down to Percy’s room.
Two hours passed, as Sally typed out her second draft, losing herself in the words and the flow of it. The only sounds were Paul’s breathing and the muffled sounds of Percy’s laughter and a wheezing sound she suspected was Leo laughing. After a while, she heard a few more voices and she figured they were IMing people. The room began to darken with the waining light, the sun setting beneath the horizon and dragging New York into darkness. The street lights flickered on and the high-rise buildings came alive.
“Oh- ¡No chingues!, Soy tan estúpida -”
Sally barely remembered her Spanish classes in school, but she’s pretty sure one of those words meant ‘fuck.
Leo came barrelling out of Percy’s room and into the living room, eyes wide and his entire demeanor screaming ‘anxious!’.
“Hey, yeah, I’ve gotta go, Mrs.Blofis, I’m really-”
Paul jerked up, still half-asleep. “Wha-? Leo, are you okay?”
“I’ve gotta get back to the house, I didn’t realize it was this dark-”
He was running a hand through his hair, fingers catching on knots. Percy slid in his socks out of his room and up to where Leo was standing, looking like a fretting mother as he pulled Leo's hand from his hair.
Leo looked up at him in vague surprise.
“Okay, so,” she said, pulling herself up and stretching, hearing the popping of her joints, “let me get some shoes and we can go”.
Leo blinked at her owlishly as she shoved her feet into shoes before his brain seemed at catch up to what she was saying.
“No, no, it’s fine, Mrs.Blofis, I can walk back by myself”
“Leo,” Sally said, exasperated, “It’s dark outside and you seem to be new to the city. I’m not going to let you walk home on your own”
Leo frowned in response, his arms crossed.
Sally kept his gaze, blue against brown.
Finally, the kid relented, slumping in surrender. “Fine”
Sally always won.
Leo’s home was in East Harlem, so not too long of a drive.
The radio played low as she drove through the city and Leo sat in the passenger seat, the constant shuffling and moving providing even more background noise.
“I could’ve walked home fine, Mrs.Blofis,” he said quietly.
“Leo, being a demi-god won’t protect you from a mugger or worse. Steel can hurt you just as much as celestial bronze”
She couldn’t see him, but she could feel the frown of displeasure.
“I know that”
Silence. The radio quietly crooned and rain started to beat slowly against the windows.
“Do you know that I only came to Camp Half-Blood about a year ago?” he said, half to himself, his voice impossibly soft.
“A year?” Sally asked, brows furrowing, “You didn’t come to Camp earlier? Your Father didn’t lead you to Camp?”
Leo laughed quietly, a small bitter thing. “Nah. Hera had a plan for me, I think”.
“What about your mortal parent?”
Leo’s tapping and shifting stopped, and he stilled completely.
“She died when I was 8. Gaia. She figured out I was the ‘Fire’ in the prophecy and she ‘wanted to destroy my spirit’” he said lightly, but his voice was laced with bitterness, “So Gaia killed my mamá to get to me”.
Oh shit, Sally, you’ve really done it now.
“I’m sorry, Leo”
“It’s okay, Mrs.Blofis”
The rest of the ride was silent.
“Here, Mrs.Blofis,” Leo said and Sally pulled up in front of a townhouse.
“Thank you, Mrs.Blofis,” he said as he jumped out of the car, his school bag on his back.
“You’re welcome, also, my name is Sally. Mrs.Blofis is my husband’s mother”
Leo smiled, a small smile but a smile and he shut the car door and climbed the steps to the house. She watched him disappear into the house, bright warm light spilling from it.
She drove home.
“Percy, what age is Leo?”
“How did he kill Gaia, exactly?”
“Uh-he sacrificed himself. Martyr-style”
“And who is he living with right now?”
“A Foster Family. He was planning on living at Camp but word got out to CPS that he was there and since Leo’s a runaway from Foster Care, they took him back”
“Does he have any other family?”
“Other than his half-siblings? Not that I know of”
“Percy, do you know that you get your impulsivity, not from Posideon, but from me?”
“What? Mom, I-”
“Percy Jackson, that boy is you, except he has different interests and different powers. He’s a mini-you”
“This week, I’m going to be making some calls to CPS, and if things go the way I want them to, you’re going to have to clean out that spare-room you keep your weapons in”
“Mom. Oh my god”
Leo was so fucking tired.
He was so tired, he wasn't tired, y’know?.
He stumbled up to his room, thankfully avoiding people and their questions. He slipped into the room and placed his bag beside the door, flipping on the light and watching the room be bathed in a soft glow-
The person on his bed was also bathed in a soft glow.
(weathered skin, green eyes, remember Leo)
Leo lunged for the knife in his school bag, one eye on the man sitting on his fucking bed at all times.
He looked like a homeless guy, he smelled like one too, but he felt like how a monster felt. An invading feeling up and down his spine.
For some reason, he didn’t scream.
“Leonidas Valdez” spoke the man sitting calmly on his bed, his accent recognizably Irish, the kind of one he heard from that youtuber dude from Ireland.
“We need to talk