Look, I've got Alokia's story! Yay! :D

None of the PJO characters are mine, except for all my OCs, which most of you probably know already and blah blah blah :) Also, if there are any spelling mistakes, don't blame me, blame WordPad. It doesn't correct my spellings which is stupid...


Leo looked up as his daughter passed without returning his hello. Once again, she was lost in a book, biting her lip as she excitedly zipped through the words. Leo wasn't sure where she got her bookworm-ish nature from as he didn't really read and Louisa most certainly would not. "Kia." He called. She made a face, furiously reading to the end of the page and protesting at something.

"No, you can't do that! You're not supposed to die, get up!"

"Kia?"

"Not now, Dad. Feels." Leo figured this was one of those 'fangirl' moments and decided to leave her to it. Alokia stared miserably down at the book in her hands, sniffling. "Dad, can I have a drachma please? I need to talk to Francis."

"Won't he be asleep now?"

"Not if he's reading this too!" Leo just hummed, handing over a small stack of drachmas and a tissue. She thanked him and hurried off to her room.

"Do ya have any idea what she's readin' now?"

"I don't know, but there are feels." Leo turned as his wife got up from the sofa behind him. "Are books really good for her? All these feels and can't even and... I don't know, whatever else there is. I'm confused." Louisa laughed and dropped into the seat next to him, pulling his blueprints across the table to examine them. "Fire sword." Leo smiled. "I want one."

"I want one too!"

"No." She kicked him under the table. "Hey, I saw that film first, I get dibs!"

"No ya don't." She rolled up the plan and bopped him on the head with it. "Go 'n' check on Ka. That one costs a fortune in drachmas."

"Oh, she's alright." Leo waved it off, getting up.

"Is she?" Louisa teased, looking amused and knowing. "So, it's alright with you that she's talkin' to a French boy 'n' ya know what they say about France... or Paris, ta be more exact." Leo put his hands on the table, leaning forward and hunching his shoulders. "Ha!" His wife declared victoriously, jumping to her feet and dancing about him, poking him again and again. "I knew it, I knew it! Daddy's little girl!"

"Shut up, Lou." Leo caught her by the hands. "She's... just too young and-"

"She's fifteen 'n' you're takin' after Percy, I knew it!"

"So, it's OK with you?" Louisa shrugged, pulling her hands free and scratching at a grease stain on his shirt.

"If Kia's hpapy, I don't see what the problem is. Besides, he's in France. Ain't like nothin' stupid is gonna happen. I thought ya liked Francis anyway?"

"I do, but Kia-"

"Will be fine." Louisa smiled. "Considerin' she don't drown in all these feels." Leo gave a half-hearted smile in return. "Good Valdez. You go 'n' check on her, I'm gonna find the other two. ELSIE!" She suddenly yelled, making Leo jump. "CHARLIE!"

"Mama!" Charlie called back, tripping on his feet as he stumbled from his room. Louisa waved at the seven year old. He beamed and waved back. "Hello Mama! Hello Daddy!" Leo waved too, ruffling his son's hair on his way past to Alokia's room. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Louisa dart past to go to their eldest's room.

Alokia was on her bed, hugging her legs to her chest with her book at her feet. An IM shimmered before her, a sleepy-looking Francis from the shoulders up present.

"Bonjour, Monsieur Valdez." He said, smiling despite his tiredness.

"Hello, Francis. Kia, he looks exhausted- let him sleep."

"Oh, I do not mind, Monsieur Valdez. Your daughter is a vrai délice." (I apologise if the French isn't right, I'm using Google Translate). "I shall read to chapter twelve and message you on Facebook, mon chéri." Alokia faded pink and avoided her father's gaze, giving a small and bashful smile.

"OK." She said in a small voice. Francis shone a cheeky grin at her.

"Au Revoir, fleur. Au Revoir, Monsieur Valdez." He waved his hand through the IM. Leo folded his arms and looked at his daughter expectantly.

"What's vrai délice?" He asked, pronouncing the French carefully.

"Um..." Alokia reached for the French-English dictionary she kept on her bedside table. Leo gave her a few minutes to flick through the pages. "I think it's 'true delightful'. No, wait... that can't be right..."

"Maybe just 'true delight'." Leo smirked teasingly and his daughter reddened, lifting the dictionary to hide her face. Leo moved forward and sat on the bed, gently prying the translator away. "Hello."

"Hello." She squeaked.

"Kia and Francis sitting in a tree!"

"Charlie!" The youngest Valdez squealed in the doorway and ran as his eldest sister chased after him. Leo hadn't thought it possible, but Alokia burned even redder.