Here is the first chapter to the Leo's Settled Down rewrite. You lot have been asking for it for a while and I've found the book I started writing it in. If it's terrible, I do apologise, but I wrote this FOREVER ago :P

I do not own Percy Jackson and co, but Louisa, the Jackson children and several others I'm too lazy to name at the moment are mine.

Annabeth stepped over the triplets, the Little Twins and their toys and collapsed on the sofa next to her husband. Percy smiled at her, his arm looping about her shoulders.

"Why are there so many kids?" She sighed.

"Most of them are yours." Tobias piped up. He was sitting upside down in the armchair, his feet propped up on the top of it. "Those two are mine." He smiled, pointing at the Little Twins. "Yours," He pointed at Theo, "Yours, yours," He gestured at the other two triplets, "and also yours." He waved at himself, grinning cheekily.

"Sit. Up." Annabeth ordered, trying not to smile.

"No. I'm comfortable." Tobias folded his arms stubbornly. "Don't look at me like that." He told his mother, doing his best not to falter under that demanding glare.

"Tobias, I'd do what she tells you." Tobias looked up and saw Poseidon leaning on the back of his seat.

"I have a god at my feet." He smiled. "That's new."

"Don't get used to it." Poseidon flicked his grandson's feet away. "Get up or your mother will kill you with a frying pan."

"Well, that's not surprising." But Tobias sat up anyway, resting his legs over the arm of the chair. Annabeth shook her head at him, curling up to Percy. "Hey, Poseidon. You're a god."

"Well done." Poseidon studied the legacy in hilarity, eyebrows raised expectantly.

"Answer Mom's question." Tobias paused. "Are they raising an army?"

"I don't think so." The god looked at his son and daughter-in-law. "The, um, amount of children is my fault, I suppose." He glanced around carefully. "The sea brings forth life. Most of the time." Percy looked as uneasy as his father. Tobias was pulling faces at his feet, much to the amusement of the triplets and the Little Twins, but his parents could tell he was listening.

"Dad…" Percy started, frowning and piecing his question together judiciously in his mind. He searched his homely surroundings again, worry etched in his sea green eyes. "What about Lou?" Poseidon sighed, his shoulders slouching.

"That is partially my fault and partially Luke's fault." He massaged the back of his neck awkwardly. "Any twins of mine, as you know, will represent the two sides of the sea. One shall characterise the calm, peaceful and friendly side of the ocean, nourishing and plentiful. The other… will be the stormy, hazardous and destructive side. Louisa isn't so bad-" Tobias made a funny noise in protest, sending the young children into giggles. Poseidon continued as though his eldest grandchild hadn't interrupted, "but her temper can trigger certain powers- the hurricanes, the storms, the earthquakes. I'm sure you've noticed." Percy and Annabeth nodded. "Those powers, that energy- it flows through her veins and it's dangerous- hence her temper and violent streak, but also her endurance. There is no stopping a raging sea."

"Unless you a Valdez." Tobias cut in. "Leo is, like, the master in calming her down."

"He does live with her." Percy pointed out. "Now, shush." Tobias made a face, but stayed quiet as Poseidon reluctantly finished explaining.

"And Luke's fault- obvious reasons Louisa wouldn't want me sharing in detail." Percy grimaced, irritably clenching his fists. Annabeth rested a hand on his arm. Even now, all these years later, the mere thought of what Luke had done to his sister enraged him. They knew how Luke had gotten Louisa pregnant, a boy, but the stress and trauma took its toll and she had regrettably lost the baby. Any boy, beside Charlie- a miracle in her eyes- she had miscarried or had stillborn.

There was a thud outside. Percy jumped up, pulling Riptide from his pocket. He moved to the front door as quickly and as quietly as he could. He didn't find anything or anybody outside, just a broken flowerpot on the step below the one it was normally on. Dirt and a squash plant littered the stairs, a trainer imprint scuffed on the bottom step. Percy glanced around, but he couldn't see anybody running away or looking back anxiously.

Leo pulled up outside the block of apartments he lived in, surprised to find his wife sulking on the front steps. Charlie, their three year old son, was curled up in her lap, peacefully asleep against her shoulder.

He parked and got out, pressing the button on his key to lock his car.

"Lou? Chica, what's the matter?" He sat next to her, putting his arm gently about her shoulders. She didn't give an immediate response, prompting Leo into pulling her hands away from concealing her face. He was doubly shocked to see tears in her angry eyes. "What's happened? Do I need to burn anyone?" She shook her head, looking down at their son. Charlie looked so angelic asleep, but this was unbelievably contradictive to how he was when he was awake. Mini-Leo just about covered it.

She ran a hand through her son's hair, smiling sadly as he gave a content sigh and shifted to get comfortable. Leo took her hand in both of his. "Talk to me, chica." He pleaded.

Sighing, she told him what she had overheard her father telling her brother. Leo was a good listener, he didn't interrupt once.

"It's not your fault." He insisted once she had finished. She didn't look convinced, frowning and looking back at her son's sleeping form. "Don't blame yourself." Leo wrapped his arms around her, holding her as close as he could without disturbing Charlie. "I don't blame you." Louisa looked at him, stubbornly wiping her eyes on her sleeve.

Leo had first met Louisa when she had tried to kill Jason. He didn't help his friend, overwhelmed by this beautiful stranger's fierce and violent temper and her skill as she nearly murdered Jason several times in their short brawl.

They all warned him she would 'squash him like a bug', 'kill him without a second thought', 'skin/bury him alive'. He didn't pay any attention to these warnings, trying to work up the courage to talk to the daughter of Poseidon.

It was a long haul, but now look. Not only had he charmed his way into winning her heart, but he had also married her and had three children with her.

If he added up his points, that was enough to show all those demigods that had doubted he could do it how well the Valdez charm worked.

I might have more chapters written somewhere. I can't remember. I'll have a look, but anyway, any chapters after this will be ones running up to this one- so from when they were just friends to Charlie. Hopefully. Anyway, it won't be as long as the other one :P