What I Do Best

Headcanon #205: During the time of building the Argo, Leo thought of what he would do after the Quest and war - if he survived - he decided that when it was all said and done he would do what he always did best - run. He'd pimp out the Argo and go far, far away. When Jason learned of his plans, he did not yell or scream, instead he silently begged Leo to stay, to give the son of Jupiter something to go back to after the war. Leo's answer was their first kiss.

Part One - Leo's POV

Call me a coward, but I've been through quite a lot of shit. You can't blame me for running. Or wanting to. Believe me, I'll stay here until my job is done. Maybe I'll even die trying, who knows. But mark my words, once the war is over, I'm turning my heel and getting the Hades out of Camp.

Don't get me wrong, I love it here! I feel like I finally have a place to call home.

Well, almost. If I didn't have a big fucking crush on Jason Grace, my best friend, I'd stay here.

There, it's out. Unlike me, I haven't come out as bisexual yet. Wow, I'm funny even in my own head.

Anyways, back on topic. Damn ADHD.

I have a ridiculous crush on Jason. Okay, maybe crush is an understatement. I've been in love with him for years.

Sure, I've thought tons of chicks and guys were good-looking, but none are better than Jason Grace. He radiates hotness, and, dare I say it, he may even be hotter than me. Wow, I'm really head-over-heels for him.

I look down at the blank list I've been trying to write, then start to scribble. It's my list for my escape plan, once everything is all said and done. After a lifetime of trying to figure out how I want it to look, I eventually come up with this:

How to Get the Fuck Out of Here

Finish the Quest, whether I die or live

Pimp out the Argo II

Get the fuck out of here

My list seems pretty legit to me.

I fold the page up and very, very carefully… Crumple it up and shove it in my tool belt. I'll be able to get it back, right? Oh, who cares? I've already memorized my ingenious plan.

"Leo?" A voice calls and my heart becomes its usual bipolar self. It's either beating non-stop or it will stop.

"You there?" My favorite blonde says as he knocks on my door. "Coming!" I yell as a ridiculous grin finds my face. I open the door and sure enough, the gorgeous as Hades, blonde Superman stands there.

He grins down at me caringly and says, "Hey, Leo. Want to go to the campfire with me?" I note how he says himself, not him and Piper. So, sure, I'll go along.

I know I'm making this harder for myself. Each freaking day I talk to him makes me fall for him even more.

Instead, I say, "Sure, let's go. I'm gonna whoop your ass with my s'more making skills." And we leave. I do whoop his ass with my s'more making skills by the way.

If only he could see behind my ridiculous, s'more eating façade and fucking love me already.

(Not that that'd ever happen.)