This was requested by CreCra, who wanted, "everyone finds out when Leo walks in on Jason and Nico kissing." Here it is, I hope you like it! Also, I'm very sorry if you've requested something and you don't see it up as soon as you think. There's a lot of requests from here and from Tumblr but I'm trying to update at least once (twice if you're lucky) a day. REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN!

It was safe to say, as much as Leo disliked the title, he had more or less been deemed Repair Boy as soon as they had set off for the Old World. This wasn't to say that he didn't like building and fixing and keeping things running smoothly (or as smoothly as he could on a quest run by a bunch of hyperactive teenagers) but, c'mon, he felt kinda stereotyped. A guy of Hispanic background doing medial handy-man labor? Yeah. Iffy about that one.

It was his duty though, so he basically lived in the engine room. The thrum of the ship's engines and the pistons working together to keep them sailing drummed in Leo's ears constantly, even echoing in his dreams. At this rate, he was going to go deaf at 18. (If he lived that long, even.)

Sometimes, it was a little disconcerting, to be in the engine room 24/7. Sure, he did always deal better with nonorganic life forms, but he felt out of place with the rest of the crew. He sometimes lost touch with current events, only to be caught up when he went topside to steer or maybe consume sustenance.

Leo knew the whole engine room like the back of his hand. He could tell anyone where every bolt, nut and screw was. Apparently though, he needed to up security.

Something was making noise, out of sync with the rest of the machinery. From his place at his worktable, trying to lubricate a testy piston, something was making a nonmetallic banging sound from one of the storage closets on the other side of the wall where Leo's workspace was set up.

Buford probably got himself locked in the closet again, Leo thought, putting the piston down and readjusting his tool belt. Buford, being an enchanted wooden table, was not known for his wits. And ability to get in and out of closets correctly. So all things considered, Leo had come to a logical conclusion and made his way down the adjacent hall to the door of the storage room.

The door's freaking open, Leo thought as he came to a stop, is that oversized piece of firewood really dumb enough to get stuck in an open closet?

Leo rolled his eyes and reached out to open the closet. Another hard bang made the son of Hephaestus sigh as he wrenched open the door—

—to see not a magicked piece of wood but two very familiar persons trying to eat each other's faces off.

Leo was going to need some seriously brain bleach to ever get the vision of Nico di Angelo straddling Jason Grace's lap and making out like the world was ending tomorrow. Jason's hand was halfway up the son of Hades' shirt and Nico's own hands were inching lower and lower with each second. Both had mussed hair and the blond was sporting an impressive hickey on the underneath of his jaw.

Leo shook himself and closed the door. He didn't even hear a disruption as he walked away. Really, he was happy for his friends, but it was sort of depressing that even the creepy-ass son of the god of the Underworld was getting more action than he was. Like, really depressing.

If there was anyone that would be able to get Nico in line, it would be Hazel. Leo had watch with her that night, and it was almost weird to be above deck. Gods, that was probably a bad sign.

"So can you tell your brother that if he's going to make out with his Golden Boy boyfriend below deck, he needs to find a door that locks? Or you know, put a tie on the door or something, 'cause I do not want to see either Nico or Jason like that ever again." Leo said. Hazel, who had been previously drawing patterns on the deck railing with her fingers stopped suddenly.

"Nico and Jason were doing what?!" Hazel cried, shock evident in her expression.

Whoops.

As previously mentioned, Leo didn't get out much anymore. Well, not to say he got out much previously, but definitely less than before. So it couldn't be entirely his fault for not knowing that Jason and Nico were still on the "down low"? Right? Seriously, it was just so sudden and Leo was always that last to know anyways so...totally not his fault.

...for outing a guy to his sister.

Whoops.

Leo knew he was going to have to fear for his life. Hazel had gone to their residential daughter of the lady of Love, who had then congratulated the happy couple at dinner, causing Frank to choke, Coach Hedge to shriek to Olympus, Jason to go a very very very nasty shade of green and for Nico to slowly get out of his seat and look Leo right in the eyes.

Leo had never wanted to die so much as he had in that moment. Death would be a mercy compared to that look in Nico di Angelo's eyes.

"I'm giving you to the count of three to run, Leo Valdez, prima di diventare un uomo morto!"

Leo ran.

Translation (from Italian):

prima di diventare un uomo morto - before becoming (you become) a dead man

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