Here is the second sequel to Learning about Leo (you should definitely read that first). It will be a series of oneshots in which Leo sees people from his past again. They will contain spoilers for all books though. Also, this sequel is not connected to the other sequel. I hope that you enjoy it.

Disclaimer : I simply own the plot, and any unrecognisable characters.

Leo's P.O.V

It had been three weeks since Leo had flown back into the camp on a malfunctioning Festus and with a beautiful goddess sitting besides him.

After all of the tears, hugs, punches, etc, Leo had been confined to the infirmary for two weeks. According to Will Solace "he was exhausted, malnourished and a member of the literal walking dead, so his scrawny Latino butt best stay in that infirmary bed." Leo had complied when faced with death stares from the entire Apollo cabin, all of his siblings, Nico Di Angelo, Coach Head, Chiron and, of course, the seven.

Calypso threatening to not kiss him again if he broke out had nothing to do with it.

Finally, Leo had been released from the infirmary, only to be told that he was to do nothing strenuous which basically ruled out almost everything that Leo actually wanted to do.

Truthfully, he had enjoyed the week to catching up with everything that he had missed with the camps (apparently Nico was dating Will now, who would have guessed it?), but a lingering sick feeling resided within him, telling him that he was still dead and that this was all some sort of sick dream and any minute now he'd wake up to be sewn into Hades underwear - Percy had told him about what Hades clothes were made of.

And he could only take so many sing alongs before breaking.

So at the end of his "rest and recuperation" week, Leo had marched up to the big house, a trail of worried demigods (and one super hot goddess) following behind him and protesting that he should still be resting.

Leo had flung the door open, and blazed through, shouting that he was going stir crazy, and that if he wasn't allowed to go out of the camp then he was seriously going to kill someone.

Luckily, Chiron had agreed that Leo could go outside of the camp... if the rest of the seven accompanied him. He had asked if Calypso wanted to come along, but she had replied that just being in the camp had overwhelmed her enough, and that it would probably be best if she waited until she was a little more acclimatised before charging out into the big wide world.

Leo had been a little disappointed, he had been looking forwards to showing Calypso the wonders of modern society, but his desire to validate his status as a living being had overruled this and so they had agreed to head out the next day.

And here Leo was, breathing in New York's unique smell and frantically checking to make sure that people could see him. He also checked the date on the newspapers at every news stand that they passed.

He knew that his neurotic behaviour was worrying his friends, but Leo needed this. Needed to know that he was a card carrying member of the "I came back form the dead" club. He made a mental note to himself to ask if Hazel wanted to make badges for that later, and he was pretty sure that Frank had mentioned that when Percy was at Camp Jupiter with no memories, one of their centurions had died and came back. They could have an awesome club.

Leo snapped back to his senses as a hand clamped down on his shoulder. He flinched, years of being on the streets almost causing him to run, but then he noticed that it was just Jason, watching him with concern.

"You okay, Leo?" Leo forced himself to grin.

"Yep. You know what ADHD is like though, so many pretty, flashy lights to stare at."

"You were looking at your shoes." Piper's gaze cut through him, and Leo sighed. he shrunk in on himself a little bit, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans. He should have known that he wouldn't be able to lie to his friends, after they had all watched his memories they had become a lot more perceptive about when he was lying. There were still moments were Leo could fool them, though it was becoming rarer and rarer that he could actually deceive his friends.

Fingers clicked in front of his face, and Leo was brought back to reality again. This time it was Percy who was trying to get his attention. Leo sighed again. Looked like they would only settle for the truth this time. Hopefully a partial truth would do.

"I was just thinking."

"Well we all know how difficult that is for you, but it doesn't justify standing stock still like that in the middle of the street." Frank's words were mildly teasing, and Leo almost ignored the provocation when he realised that annoyed passers by had been shoving past him for quite some time now as he was rooted to the spot in the middle of a busy New York street. Leo suspected that the only reason for the fact that he hadn't been bowled over yet was due to his friends hovering around him protectively. He tried to shake off his mood as he retorted.

"Maybe my thoughts are just so advanced that it takes me some time to develop them." Leo winced, the reply had been weak, and that in itself was a neon warning sign that all was not right in Leo's world. His friends obviously caught on this sign as he was now being steered towards a coffee shop.

Thankfully it was a large coffee shop, and they had a table that all seven could sit at.

After Piper had bought them all drinks and snacks (she had used charmspeak to get them all to wait obediently whilst she paid, and Leo knew that more then one of them were a little affronted), they chatted casually, but the looks in their eyes told him that sooner or later he's have to confess what was up.

Piper was currently arguing with Percy over how she was willing to treat them all, when Leo noticed him enter.

Leo's eyes went wide.

The same dark brown hair, the same cat green eyes. The boy was taller obviously, and he had really filled out since Leo had last seen him, but the identity was unmistakeable.

Leo inhaled a ragged, shaky breath, and he became aware of his friends attention instantly turning to him.

It wasn't like a reunion in a movie, or in a book, where eyes meet across a crowded cafe and the two people hug and cry in the middle of a store whilst bystander either politely avert their eyes or cheer the two on.

Instead, Leo remained frozen in his chair as his friends frantically asked him what was wrong.

His eyes remained locked on the figure as the boy grabbed a cup of coffee, winking at the waitress how clearly knew the boy, before making his way out of the shop, contentedly sipping his coffee.

Leo debated whether or not he should follow the boy, but then something within him shouted go.

And Leo was sprinting out of the shop, drink forgotten. He knew that his friends were following him, but he needed to see his brother again. Leo had died. He had died and he wanted a hug form his brother damn it! Maybe he couldn't tell James everything that had happened to him, maybe James wouldn't even want to see him again, but Leo needed the confirmation that everything was okay. And he missed James.

Leo was fast, but the streets were busy, and he had to employ all of his old tricks to duck and weave around the people in his way. His friends were falling behind, and Leo did feel guilty about causing them even more stress, but he had to catch up.

Leo plunged through a pair of iron gates and hurtled down the park's path.

And there, on the bench, was James. The older boy took a small sip of the scalding liquid in the cup, but his head flicked to look at Leo when he came to a breathless, sweaty stop in front of him.

James' eyes flashed in recognition, and the cup was placed to the side carefully. James' eyes never left Leo's face though.

"Leo." He whispered, and Leo broke, flinging himself into the older boy's arms. He knew that it was wrong of him, that he didn't know if James hated him for running away, but in that moment it didn't matter.

Despite the growth spurt, James' arms felt the exact same as they had when they were younger.

A few minutes passed while the boys hugged in stunned silence, but then James was pulling away. Leo flushed in humiliation as he realised that he had just accosted the other boy with a hug when the other boy probably hadn't forgiven him for running away. James faced the ground, not looking at Leo, and Leo could feel the shame and guilt pricking his insides like thousands of tiny monsters were having a party in Leo's stomach and they'd forgotten to sheave their claws while dancing.

The silence between them became rapidly awkward as they stared at each other in wonder.

Leo's friends raced into the park, each cursing him loudly in numerous languages. James looked up then, and even though tears shone on his cheeks, his mouth curled upwards.

"Still causing trouble, eh taco snatcher?" Leo laughed gently as his friends skidded to a halt in front next to him. He knew that they had recognised James from their expressions. James flicked his gaze over Leo's friends who were all staring at him in shock , and then it landed back on Leo's face.

"Come on, we better move to somewhere where we can all sit together." He stated softly, wiping the tears from his cheeks with one hand, picking up his drink with the other.

They relocated to a grove of trees that was tucked nicely out of the way. They sat in a circle, Leo and James opposite each other.

"So..."

"Well..."

They spoke at the same time, and they fell back into awkward silence.

Then Leo decided to introduce everybody.

"James, this is Jason, Piper, Percy, Annabeth, Hazel and Frank. Everyone, this is James, the one I told you about." Leo pointed to each demigod in turn, and was glad that his friends caught on to the act.

"So is this who you've been with all this time?" James scanned the demigods, but not in a judging way. In fact, it was more as if he was trying to figure out how Leo had met such a diverse group of people.

"No, I bounced around the system for a while. But I've got a home now." While the demigods looked at him with joy at this comment, James' eyes clouded over, and Leo cursed himself for his carelessness.

"So you weren't at home with us?" The words were icy, and Leo flinched, scrambling to make up for his mistake.

"Yes I was, I loved staying with you! But I was messing everything up, and I had to leave..."

"No you didn't!" James' voice cracked like a whip and everyone jumped from the unexpected shout.

"We were terrified. Mom's never stopped blaming herself, and you were just eleven years old." James was now speaking in a barely audible tone, looking at the grass and viciously pulling out clumps.

"I'm sorry."

"I don't care!" All of his friends were glaring at this point, but James looked up and his eyes drilled into Leo's. Tears were streaming down his cheeks, and his coffee lay discarded.

"I never wanted an apology. I just wanted to know that you were safe." James lunged across the small space, and Leo was yanked into a brutal hug.

"You never called. And we would get calls every now and again, telling us about what was going on but they never told us if you were happy." Leo was crying slightly now, and his friends' glares had softened.

"I'm happy now. I'm safe with these guys. We live at this awesome camp were we can do a load of cool things." James breathed out softly.

"That's good." He drew back and sat next to Leo, arm still round Leo's shoulders.

"Sorry." He apologised, looking awkwardly at the others. They all accepted the apology easily, and Leo decided that it was his turn for answers.

"So what are you doing here in big old New York? I mean, you're twenty one now so you must be doing something interesting." James cheeks coloured.

"Well, after college I took a gap year, but I'm currently in my third year of studying to become a social worker." Leo smiled.

"That's a perfect job for you." James grinned, and ruffled Leo's hair.

"Well, after you left, I decided that I wanted to spend my life helping to find kids new homes that they would actually enjoy living in."

"I did enjoy living with you."

"I know." They talked for a long time, and Leo had the strange feeling that he was introducing one sibling to his others.

It was amazing being able to talk to James again, even though they hadn't seen each other in years, they still clicked.

That's why Leo's heart dropped when Annabeth informed him that they were approaching curfew, another condition for him being allowed to roam New York.

His friends said goodbye to James, and then they gave him some time to say goodbye properly. They stared at each other.

"I know that you said that you didn't want a n apology, but mine was sincere." James hugged him again, and Leo closed his eyes, burying his face into the soft material of his brother's shirt.

"I know. But brothers don't need to ask for forgiveness. I'm just happy that you've found such brilliant people to stay with." James rummaged in his pocket with one hand, before moving back a few paces, turning Leo's wrist towards him. Neatly, he printed his mobile number onto Leo's arm.

"In case you want to see me again." Leo moved his arm protectively to his chest.

"I'll definitely be calling you soon." And even though Leo knew that he could have just given James a piece of paper, Leo felt that having the words inked onto his skin provided a better connection.

So when Leo started doubting whether he was really alive or not, when the world of magic, monsters and Gods got too much for him, he'd have a link to reality to pull him back from the edge.

And the Gods knew that he needed it.

That's the first reunion, I hope that you enjoyed it, and I'm sorry if I got any school stuff wrong as I'm English and I don't know too much about American schools.