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When Demigods Get Sick: Chappie 1- Leo (set after MoA)

Leo's POV:

Well Today sucked! The most powerful awesomest amazingest people.. Fell into the bad Tartarus. 'No Leo!', I mentally scolded.

'Tartarus is the T-Word! Don't think about it!' So of course( darn you, ADHD) that was all I thought about.

Everyone seemed in a state of depression.

Even wackey Coach Hedge toned down to singing the national anthem less violantly.

I stare out from my post at the wheel of my baby.

The sky shouldn't be so... nice.

It semmed almost wrong.

Suddenly the room got warm, which is new. I never have once been uncomfortably warm.

My eyes snap out of focous, I can brain-hear Gaea say, "Have fun having your mortal-half weak, pawn.."

Then I conk out.

*OH NOES! A BRAEK IN THE STORY D: *

When I wake up, I'm in my room. 'I feel like puke ',was the first thing that hit my mind.

My head hurt, I was tired, and I felt REALLY hot!

'I'm Leo! I'm always smexally hot!', I corrected.

I can hear thumps outside the door. I can hear voices, but I can't tell what they're saying.

I try to sit, and I'm rewarded by... not being able to. I fall back over still feeling like suck.

The door suddenly opens slowly. I think of all of the scary movies I've ever seen like this, all at once.

The person I least expected to waltz in shuffled through the door. Frank.

He see's I'm awake and walks over. "How'ya doin'?", he asks nervously.

"Suck.", I reply weakly. Man, I hate this! Even I sound stupider!

"You just ramdomly fell over. What happened?"

"Gaea. Mortal-Half sick."

He nodds. "We figured she had a hand to play in it."

Hand.. hand. "pshhhht! hahahahahaha!"

I burst out in random laughter. Why? I don't really know.

"Yep, your definently sick."

"You sickko!", I snigger.

"Go back to bed, Valdez.", he worridly says.

"Oooh! Commander Frankie!"

He walks over and fixes my blankets where I'm a Leoco (Leo taco).

"You need to get some sleep if you don't wank to feel like suck. Now sleep."

"Now sleep.", I mimmick.

"I will hurt you."

"I will hurt y-y-y-y-*yawn*"

He shakes his head at my anticks.

"Seriously, Leo. Being sick is bad for demigods."

His face grows suddenly stern. Almot in a big-brothery-Fatherish way.

"Tell me a story."

"What?" He looks confused.

"A story."

"Will you go to sleep?"

"Yesh Daddie Frank."

"What about, Valdez?", he sighs.

I think.

"Your mamma."

He stiffens, and I coulds swears I saw tears in the big fella's eyes.

"O.K. Sure..."

I hear Frank get through the first sentence. Then I fell asleep.

*Nother' break! What is wrong with this story! DX *

When I wake up, I hear someone else in my room. MY room.

I'm confused why, until I remember chunks of last night.

I look at the base of my bed, and sure enough, a Frank mini-drakon is softle snoring there.

I smile until It/He groans. I fallow his example.

I don't think drakons usally radiate heat. They're cold blooded.

"No, GAEA WHY!" I dramaticly whisper. This will be interesting.

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-TSDI :D