A/N This is my first fanfic ever, so any criticism is welcome. Disclaimer: I am not Rick Riordan :(

Leo tore his eyes away from the Doors, and turned to look at his friends. Annabeth and Percy had not let go of each other. Annabeth's face was buried in Percy's chest, and Percy was rocking her back and forth silently. Piper was on her knees, one hand in Jason's the others in a Hazels. Her eyes were for once not shifting in color. She was talking in low tones to Hazel, who was in shock. Frank caught Leo's eye, and an understanding passed between them. We're fine, he mouthed. Leo nodded, grateful. Then he collapsed. The War was over, and it was time to go home


"Leo Valdez!" As Leo stepped forward, he couldn't help but notice that everyone else was being called in pairs. He immediately pushed the thought away, not the time, dude. Leo had watched Percy and Annabeth's names be called, and had seen their embarrassment and happiness when both Poseidon and Athena Officially Gave Permission for Annabeth and Percy to get married. Aphrodite smiled at Percy's discomfort and looked at Annabeth knowingly.

Piper had to beg her mother not to give her a gift. Jason, while very honoured, held his ground against immortality. He was granted, instead, acceptance. A home wherever he went. Leo could of handled that. Somewhere to crash whenever he felt like it? Sweet.

Hazel had sunk to the floor when she was told her curse had been lifted. Never again would she have to save anyone from the valuables around her feet. Frank, who's life unfortunately still depended on a burnt stick, was happy to learn his life-force has been "immunized" until further notice. Apollo had winked at Frank, "Just don't try to go on dangerous quests for a while and you should be good for another eight years or so."

Apollos haiku thankfully had been cut off by Zeus, who has cleared his throat uncomfortably, and had called Leo forward.

Hephaestus stood up and shifted awkwardly. "To you, Leo Valdez, I give one two gifts." Reaching into one of his many pockets, he pulled out a very old, very wrinkled scroll. It was long, and thick, but looked like it had been opened and closed a lot. "Cool!" Leo turned it over in his hands and looked up, grinning. "The next time I'm out of toilet paper I'll make sure to remember this." Hephaestus frowned. "Those schematics will be of great value to you, however, not of yet. They will only open at the time you will need them, and even then, you will need the help of another to complete your work." Leo gave the plans another quick examination and then proceeded to slide into his tool belt. "Thanks. For the Paper towel handbook, Lord Hephae- Father." Leo corrected himself. It felt so weird to call this guy his Dad. "And son," Hephaestus stumbled over the words. "I am proud of you."
Leo blinked. What? Whoa. Aphrodite could barely contain herself any longer. "Your other gift awaits you at the Argo II," Apollo said, glancing at Aphrodite, who had started fanning her face with her hands. "But be careful, she's on a time limit!"


This is only the first chapter so its boring, I know. More once I figure out how to use this site! Please review, as I want to my best to improve!