What Do I Stand For?

Hello readers of the land of Fanfiction. I welcome you to my first One-Shot; 'What Do I Stand For?'! Leo-centric just so you know, you probably did if you read the summary. Anyways, I've been on a writing role! So I've have a ton of ideas sprout and this was one of them. Flames are welcomed because Leo don't care about fire! I can't hurt him! Can't hurt me!

Disclaimer: I sadly do not own Leo, or The Heroes of Olympus.

Leo's POV: Clang, clang, clang, clang. The sound of ringing metal bounces in my ears, through the emptyness of Bunker 9. The thoughts fill my head to the point where I can't sleep, and badger me until I pay them their share of attention.

'What am I going to do when the war blows over?' One thought races, another; 'Where am I going to go?' speeds through, 'What place will I run to and hide in next?' the worst of them all, the one that nags me the most and pains me the greatest. My friends are here and I do care about them! But when the war is done, what will I be to them?

Sure, I'm important now but after, I'll probably be worth just about nothing in their eyes. I was a repair boy who could control fire, while they needed me they'll be nice, but after I'm no longer of any use, I'll be tossed in the garbage like yesterdays tacos. Friends. Could I truly call them 'friends'?

Can I really?

I guess I always will, even if they do throw me away, they'll be the closest thing to friends that I'll ever have. I just wish I wasn't such a coward. Living in the shadows of everyone, sometimes even in the shadow of my own dancing flames that seem to be the only thing people see about me. Maybe other than being good at annoying my 'friends'.

The thoughts hurt me, but they all have to be answered. They all trouble me. They all have one answer.

I don't know.

I've asked myself these questions before, everytime I ran away! Besides the one about the war. Usually, things would just land into place and I would wing it. I left because there was nothing there that I would stay for. Nothing there to keep me in one place. Nothing for me to stand for.

'What do I stand for? What do I stand for?' The thought echos through me for longer than most. Most nights, I don't know. Not anymore at least. I used to have my mother. She was my reason. That's the only time I had a reason that stuck for a long time! Right now I have the Argo II and the war. But after the war, what do I stand for?

What do I stand for?

Depressing huh? Well, I hope you liked it! If you REALLY LIKED IT, tell me, bercause I have an idea for a potential sequel to this story that may be a bit happier! BUT YOU HAVE TO TELL ME THAT YOU LIKED IT SO MUCH FOR A SEQUEL BECAUSE I WON'T JUST KNOW THESE THNGS PEOPLE! Farewell, and goodbye.

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