Mr. Fix-It-

Disclaimer: Rick Riordan owns PJO and all of its wonderful characters that I love so much, which means that I don't L

One: Leo PoV

The Giant War was finally over. Dirt Face was put to sleep again, and we're all hoping that this time, it'll be for good. Back at camp, Romans and Greeks alike were celebrating with a big, Olympian style party on the pavilion. Even the gods were there, flickering between their likenesses, and everyone was praying that they wouldn't accidentally combust if they got angry.

I was making my way through the crowd, Diet Coke in hand (courtesy of Dionysus, or Bacchus, whichever one you prefer…) avoiding Octavian. I had a feeling he was still a little bit pissed about my accidental attack on Camp Jupiter, even though everyone had assured him that I'd been possessed and clearly not myself. And even though I knew it wasn't my fault, I still couldn't blame him. I was still afraid of thinking about it. Whenever it came to my mind, I felt sick.

"Leo Valdez, I hope you're not leaving too soon," a familiar voice called.
I stopped walking away and slowly turned around. Hephaestus was waiting, clad in a dark red sweat suit, his initials monogrammed on the slightly greasy breast pocket. He gave me a grudging smile.

"Hey, Dad," I said, the word sounding foreign in my mouth, but I ignored it. The feeling wasn't that abnormal for a demigod, that much I knew.

"I came to congratulate you," he said, clapping me on the back, his beard temporarily bursting into flame. "It's not everyday that one of my children takes part in saving the world. You did more than a bang-up job, boy."

"Yeah… thanks," I told him, feeling awkward as silence descended on us. "Well, I gotta go. I guess I'll see you next time," I finished the conversation before waving slightly and walking away.

The party was still going, full force, but I didn't feel like chatting. The gods scared me, seriously. Especially Aphrodite. Any chick that could make your legs go all gummy like that, goddess or not, was definitely dangerous.

The Amphitheater was pretty much deserted, and I had to admit that I was a little surprised that Annabeth and Percy weren't out here, snuggling and kissing and whatnot. They were probably down at the beach. Not that I wasn't relieved. Gushiness and couples didn't do it for me. I wasn't good with that kind of stuff, or organic life-forms, as my dad put it. Whenever I thought about it, Nemesis's words rang in my head. Seventh wheel… I swallowed the lump in my throat and kept walking, ignoring the resentment that had bubbled up momentarily in my stomach. I was just the Repair Boy, now and forever.

I just stood there, staring absentmindedly at the fire, when I noticed a figure in the uppermost seats, looking at the full moon, her dark hair plaited down her back. Reyna. Now, that was a chick that scared me. She kind of reminded me of Annabeth, all stoical and smart. Half the time, I didn't know if she was going to laugh or kick my ass. But I figured, what the hell, I'm alone, she's alone, and we might as well be alone together. Oh gods, that didn't come out right. Whatever.

"Hey," I said, as I plopped down on the bench beside her. She didn't answer, or turn her head. She kept that tough girl mask on, all right. That was the advantage of being a runaway. I was an excellent liar, a pro at hiding my real feelings. And so was Reyna. Something was on her mind, and even though I wasn't a genius when it came to people, I knew what it was.

Jason.

I felt really bad for her, to be honest. They were the Percy and Annabeth of Camp Jupiter, from what I'd heard. Minus the couple part. That part never happened because of Hera's little 'exchange'. It was hard to imagine what she must've felt when we sailed the Argo II into New Rome, and she saw Jason and Piper together, and realized that he probably didn't remember everything about her like she did him. I finished my Diet Coke and set it down.

"It's hard to watch it, isn't it? Them being all together and everything," I said casually, hoping I hadn't struck to deep of a nerve. After surviving the war, I wasn't really planning being killed by the exceedingly pretty Roman praetor girl. Not how I planned to go down. But I also didn't want to sit in awkward silence the whole time.

"Not really," she asked, her voice monotone. I couldn't resist rolling my eyes. It's not everyday that you could say, 'I'm right, you're wrong!' to Reyna. But I resisted the urge. That wouldn't been all that smooth of me. That much I knew.

"Really, Reyna? It's just me, Repair Boy. No need to go all 'praetor of the Twelfth Legion' on me," I told her teasingly, laughing a little bit.

"What do you mean?" She asked, giving me a glare. Gods, those eyes were like dark pools of water. Seriously beautiful, except for the fact that she was giving me a death stare. Not a good thing.

"Reyna, you know what I mean. We're a lot alike. Putting the world in front of ourselves. Losing people we love." I looked out over the party again, which was slowly starting to break up, little by little. I was afraid that if I looked back at her, she'd kill me or something.

She didn't say anything, and I couldn't think of anything super smart to say, so when it popped into my head, it just came out.

"Your name suits you, you know," I told her, sneaking a glance at her out of the corner of my eye. She raised her perfectly manicured eyebrows at me in a challenging manner.

"Reyna. Just like reina. It's the Spanish word for queen," I explained, and she relaxed a little bit.

"Leo Valdez, are you complimenting me?" She asked in mock shock.

"I believe I am," I replied, feeling surprised and suddenly nervous. For what I had no idea. I stood up, and she stood up at the same time. I turned to face her. We were so close, I could've counted the light freckles on her nose, if I looked down at her slightly, since I was a few inches taller now. Cute, I realized.

And then I did one of the stupidest, ADHD influenced things in my life.

I leaned in and kissed her. Her lips were soft and sweet as she kissed back, and my brain was fuzzy. I drew back and flashed her a grin.

"Good night, Reina," I told her, before walking away. Later I wondered if I should've stayed. But whatever it was between me and her, it was uncertain. I knew now that I liked Reyna, even if she was intimidating, and had a scary ability to make my brain temporarily stop working.

But I didn't want to hurt her. She was still accepting the whole Jason thing. I was good at fixing things, talented, even. It was part of being a Hephaestus kid.

But her heart was the one thing I wasn't sure I could fix.

Cute? I love Leyna as a pairing so much, and decided to try to write a multi-chap story about their relationship after the Giant War. This first chapter was basically my one-shot, Goodnight, Reina, from Leo's perspective, but this will be continued as a multi-chap. Hopefully you enjoyed it. Please review, constructive criticism is always appreciated. Thanks so much for reading!

-NotsoSugarQueen