Hello, there! I'm been contemplating posting this story; it's my first Leyna one-shot, and I wanted to make sure it did the pairing justice. It's something I wrote one day, after hearing the song Tomorrow. So critique as you please! I want to improve on my Leyna writing, and I hope that you do enjoy this story.

Disclaimer: Let's put it this way. I don't own SON. Or Tomorrow. Those belong to people with more money, power, and influence on pop culture than me.

"Valdez, you're being stupid." She said.

"No, I'm not. You're just overlooking the obvious. How in Hades are we supposed to get there? We know that Gaea's army will attack in Greece, and how are we supposed to get there without using a boat? What should we use, a plane? How would that look? 'Oh, we're just a suspicious bunch of teenagers, all suspiciously riding planes all heading to the same location, suspiciously!' " He retorted.

"Romans have a terrible history with boats. We have to find another way to get all of us to Greece, that doesn't involve a boat. I honestly don't care what you, or Percy, or Annabeth, or anyone says! No way in Pluto are we going to travel the same way that got hundreds of Romans before us killed!" Reyna sighed. They went back and forth on this time and time again, and hadn't reached an agreement yet. Leo consistently sermonized her about all his reasons that they should go to Greece by boat, but she wasn't budging. No matter what he said, Reyna was keeping her opinion.

Fire and gasoline. That's what the two of them were. Leo was fire; strong, stubborn, and fearless. He was never afraid to say what he felt, and he never-under any circumstances-backed down. No matter what.

Reyna was gasoline; extremely dangerous, rampant, and fearless as well. She was as intimidating and scary as a lion, right before it closed in on its prey, and wouldn't stop at anything until she was victorious.

Probably the worst combination ever, the two of them were. They would fight for hours, kindling anger as they went back and forth, thoughts in a combat like two wild cats, circling each other and antagonizing until they both gave up.

But it was like looking at a flame, and seeing the blues, whites, and deep reds dance together, making a vibrant, volatile combination. Although they fought back and forth, creating destruction as they went, there was a beauty in it.

Like I said before, leave your critique in a review. I read each and every review, no matter what! So best wishes, and continue FanFictioning! (I think I just invented a new verb!)

-Broadway4eva