CAUTION: **Blood of Olympus Spoilers Ahead** - A/N below

Leo

About halfway down, Leo decided that falling to his death was getting old. Even if he was only drifting slowly through an abyss of darkness, it was definitely getting old. How about a friendly monster for a change? Maybe just one day of good weather? Too much to ask? Just when Leo thought he'd find her, something interfered. Something always interfered.

They were making good progress to Ithaca, and between the seven of them, they had a chance of defeating Gaea. Leo was supposed to be happy, just like everyone else. But Leo couldn't be happy; not When Calypso's fate was in his hands. Leo had a constant ache in his gut, like a knife had been stabbed there when he had been forced to leave Ogygia.

Leo couldn't recall exactly what it was that had hit them. He remembered that he was trying to calm Festus in the middle of a lightning storm… stupid. He remembered drowning. He remembered the fear that overtook him as his lungs filled with water, and he was unable to breathe.

Drowning was unlike anything he'd ever experienced; it hurt more than being away from Calypso. The hard part was, he didn't even have the time to take his final breath, and his fried body made it impossible to swim.

He thought back to how the whole mess had started. Leo had been slaving over one of the spheres when disaster struck. The Argo II gave a massive lurch to port, making Leo drop his latest invention, which crumbled to bits.

Groaning, Leo stumbled above decks using his fingers to guide him through the dark. Although the fire he summoned was small, offering little light, Leo knew everything about the Argo II; every bump, step, crack, and turn, which came in handy whenever the power went out.

Jason and Percy, being the heroes that everyone admired, were already on deck, standing back to back. Their bromance had definitely grown stronger and the two could communicate their plans without speaking. Percy looked like he hadn't slept in days, and Jason wasn't any better. "I told the girls to stay downstairs," Percy grumbled, "They dealt with the last attack."

"What is it this time?" Jason complained, "And what's that smell?" The Argo II lurched to the starboard side, and Jason got soaked from head to toe in sea water. His blonde hair was plastered across his forehead. Leo sighed and turned his attention back to the boat.

There wasn't much to be seen, since the lights on the ship weren't working. More tedious repairs, Leo thought. He didn't understand why, since he made the Argo II virtually life-proof. The lights were designed to be unaffected by the elements. Nothing was supposed to make them break. Maybe they were disabled? Leo fumbled for something in his magic tool belt, and pulled out a couple of remotes. He held them close to his eyes trying to find the one he was looking for. "Booya!" Leo found the remote and clicked. To his surprise, the lights came back on.

Leo immediately regretted his actions. Before him stood one of the ugliest monsters he had ever seen. Eight feet tall, covered in warts, pimples, and scales with slime dripping down its body and onto recently swabbed decks. Even from a few yards away, he could smell its putrid odor; rancid seaweed and rotten fish. He reached into his belt and pulled out a clothespin, clamping it onto his nose.

Leo stood still for a moment, waiting for the monster to move. He contemplated turning the light off and casually walking back downstairs to his cozy bed by the engines. He could continue dreaming peacefully of himself and Calypso working in their workshop. But he couldn't... because of Festus. The poor figurehead needed help that only Leo could give. Percy gave Leo a terse nod and withdrew Riptide, his magic pen/sword. Jason followed suit, drawing his own weapon.

Slimeball, as Leo dubbed him, laughed in a deep, booming voice. "You shall not succeed in your quest, Leo Valdez." Leo decided to ignore him.

Festus was reeling and huffing smoke from his nose like a broken down train. Leo turned his attention away from the monster that he had no interest in fighting and ran over to Festus. As he tried to calm him he heard his friends talking down the monster. He though he'd heard the name, but he couldn't really make it out. Ketea, maybe? Leo didn't really care. Not when Calypso was on that island, in danger. Not when Gaea was about to awaken and destroy the world. The knife in his gut twisted, and Leo began to feel sick. An image came to his mind, one that he'd seen before. An image that periodically interrupted his dreams of Cider and Stew.

He saw Calypso lying on the ground, unconscious. The imaginary knife tore his insides. She was in those jeans she made to match his. In her hand was a blood soaked dagger. Leo remembered how she wore a white cotton shirt and at the end of everyday they spent building the raft; it always ended up ruined and she'd have to make a new one. The shirt she wore here was ruined too. It wasn't covered in dirt or grease or grape juice… long story. This time it was covered in blood.

He was on his knees, bending over her. He had one hand on her face and with his other, he squeezed her hand so tightly his knuckles turned white. "Come back, please," he begged. And then the voice came to him, the one that had taunted him all his life. He tried to send her away, she was gone, she wasn't welcome. "You're not supposed to be here, go away." As he said it he looked off at empty space behind him, where he imagined she'd be. You'll always lose, you will never get the girl, I may be sleeping, but I can still ruin your life Leo Valdez.

"No!" He yelled angrily, "You can't take her away from me!" But she is already gone, can't you see? I can't take her away from you when she is already gone, little hero. He looked back down at Calypso's lifeless face. The only one who ever loved him had just died saving him. It wasn't right, this wasn't how it was supposed to end. Leo was supposed to save her.

"Leo!" The sound of Jason's voice brought him back. He was still standing on the ship, patting Festus on the head to calm him. Leo scanned the ship for Jason, but there wasn't any sight of him. "Up here!" Jason shouted. Leo looked up into the sky and saw Jason flying like a superhero to save the day.

Jason pointed down at him, "Festus!" His voice sounded frightened. Leo looked over at the dragon head to yell at him for freaking out at the worst possible moment. But that wasn't the problem. Festus was even worse now. He had short circuited, his head slumped and steam rose out of all open crevices.

Without a second thought, Leo pulled out a head lamp and screwdriver from his belt and began to crack open his dragon's head. Leo was right, a circuit had blown. That's an easy fix. As Leo worked, he was distracted by flashes of lightning.

Percy was standing on the deck surrounded by a hurricane. It swirled around him like a protective shell. The monster, kaka or whatever it was, roared and the whole ship shuddered. The foremast gave a sickening creak. Please don't break. Please don't break. Leo begged. Percy shouted and slashed at the beast with his sword. Above, Jason created a cyclone that merged with Percy's hurricane. Thanks to Leo's engineering, the Argo II was able to withstand their storm. Jason flew down and slashed at the monster's head. The monster belched and covered Percy with green slime that smelled like acid. Percy summoned a wave over the side of the ship and washed it away. Leo turned back to Festus.

Leo had hoped that since Piper had charmspoken Festus into an almost living being, that he might get out unscathed. Apparently not. Leo worked quickly, barely thing about what he was doing. His mind raced and the sounds of the storm and Percy and Jason vanished. Even the knife in his gut stopped twisting. This was what he was good at; this was where he excelled. Two minutes later, Festus was giving Leo a damage report. The hull of the ship had a gaping hole in it, and one of the sails had blown away. Nothing that can't be fixed. Leo jumped up to join his friends.

Percy must've been in the water, because he wasn't on the deck anymore and Jason was yelling orders at him from the sky. Leo wondered if Jason had accidentally struck Festus with his lightning. I need to talk to him about his aim.

If Jason hadn't before, he had now. A bolt of lightning came down and hit Festus straight in the head, missing Leo by inches.

"Jason! I just fixed him!" Leo shouted.

"Sorry!" Jason shouted back. Leo turned back to Festus and put his hand on his head. He listened, determining what he had to fix now. The shock sizzled and crackled Festus' circuit board. Leo wondered, too late, why he had put his hand on the bronze figurehead when lighting had super-charged the atmosphere. The surge of electricity started at his fingertips. It moved quickly, coming up his arms. He felt it burn in his chest. When he let go, he fell backwards against the hull and fell into the water. As Leo broke the surface, he was unable to breathe or move. Leo shut his eyes with a foolish belief that it would take the pain away and he would fall asleep. He drifted away. He was brought upon another dream. A good one.

A/N: As this is a rewrite of Rick Riordan's Blood of Olympus, it will definitely be containing spoilers. The book felt too rushed, and so many things that were supposed to happen, didn't happen. So for our own personal benefit, this will be the Blood of Olympus the way it's meant to be. It shall feature chapters from ten demigod POV's (and yes... that includes Percy and Annabeth). It will follow along with only some of the things that happen with the book (i.e. dialogue and events that take place), although most will be subject to change. This story hopes to shed new light on: demigod/parent-god moments, Percy/Annabeth, Leo/Calypso and much much more. Please review, Suggestions are happily accepted. Enjoy!