Title: Kryptonite
Rating: T
Pairing: Jason/Leo; mentions!Jason/Piper and Stolls/Nico
Summary: If Jason is Superman than Leo is his kryptonite and Lois Lane in one. To lose Leo would be his greatest nightmare and ultimate weakness. It just so happens the Minotaur was aware of the fact.
Genre: Romance, Humor, and Fluff - there is so much fluff in this mixed with juvenile angst.
Warnings: Weak storyline, bad grammar, this actually was a fun little thing I jotted down over a week or two. Oh yeah, extremely short chapters. (It's all written out tho.) And I am dead tired while writing this.

Stuff needed to be said: This is for both an anonymous on PJO Slash Headcanons and for Achieving Elysium's The Imagine Nation Challenges, numero ocho. Yeah, hope she likes it. There are eleven parts, I'll try to upload two chapters a day.

Monday, July 7th, 20XX

Mondays

To be completely fair Leo should've seen this coming. I mean, he was a demigod, and a fairly powerful one that constantly hung out with other insanely powerful demigods. So yeah. He should've known that he was basically a magnet to all monsters, and stepping out of Camp Half Blood's protective bubble practically spelled his death. He didn't care though. Drachmas didn't necessarily pay bills and he was just itching to get out and rejoin the world. So, he got a job, a part-time job, with Chiron's permission.

It was a nice, little job at a spare parts shop affectionately named Rusty's, where he often got to work with his hands and talk with normal people. It was a cool gig, his boss was laidback, his coworkers were like another family, plus the pay was great. The danger of being a demigod was pushed back further and further into the crevices of his mind until it was completely forgot.

He no longer brought his celestial bronze hammer with him or his trusty tool belt. In four months' time he fell into the peaceful lull of safety until one particularly sun-shiny June day when reality decided to pay him an overdue visit.

Leo swept in from the backroom as soon as heard the cheery chime of the doorbell reverberate through the small shop. He seated himself on the high stool at the reception desk, grinning largely as he watched another confused customer glance around the shop. As expected the man tried to riffle through the many plastic boxes of clutter, and not knock anything over in the spaces afforded to him. Leo usually waited a minute or so until he called them over.

"Excuse me, sir! My name is Leo Valdez and I would be happy to help you in any way possible!" he said breezily. The man bounded over rather quickly, a shit-eating grin on his features by the time he was in front of Leo.

Leo couldn't help his gulp as he stared up at the man he was supposed to help. By the Gods was he huge, he made the most dedicated of body-builders look puny. He was dark, incredibly hairy, and dressed in skintight clothing with his many muscles straining underneath the thin, stretchy fabric. Leo gulped again. He refused to let his smile falter; it was his duty to help the customer no matter how physically imposing they may be.

"So, what do you need help with today, sir? I saw you looking through the doohickeys and thingamajigs —."

The man grunted at him. Actually grunted, stopping Leo midway. His beady black eyes narrowed down at Leo, and then as quick as a snake the hulking man gripped onto his wrist and tugged. Leo fell forward with a loud yelp, "What the hell man! You can't just do that to people, no matter," Leo lost his words yet again.

Holy Hades.

He stared up at the 'man' and realized it was no longer a man. It was a giant, bleeping, hairy as Tartarus Minotaur with a grin so evil and vile Leo actually felt his inside chill in fear. His hands immediately went down his waist where his tool belt and hammer should've been strapped, but he gripped thin air.

"Crap!" he yelled. "I am so dead!"

The Minotaur roared at him, slimy spittle coating his face. In the next moment he was slung onto the Minotaur's right shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and then the Minotaur took off. Leo didn't know whether to be grateful that it was only him at the shop today, or incredibly unlucky.

The only thing he knew was that he was royally fucked.

Gods, he hated Mondays.