A/N (I recommend reading this): I'm going to MAKE THIS CLEAR. Just like I mention on my bio page about every other fanfiction I done: I DON'T OWN THE PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIAN SERIES OR IT'S CHARACTERS as the rights goes to Rick Rioran. Also I suggest you guys start paying attention to the Author notes and my warnings that I left on EVERY chapter of EVERY story.

Sorry if this chapter is too much like the book.

Due to the limited number of characters posted, I'm forced to post only the names of the characters telling their tales in this story. When I get to the House of Hades and Blood of Olympus, I'll list off the first four characters listed in the order they tell their tales. I'll post the pairings if the two of the four characters listed are a pair. Other than that, the Pairings stay the same for this story.

Jason x Piper
Percy x Annabeth
Frank x Hazel

If you haven't figured it out, each of the members of the Prophecy of Seven practically has a position. Keep in mind in the original series Juno started this when she told Percy he was the glue that holds the group together, so I thought to give the rest a title. But no matter what title they have they still depend on each other. Titles will be added for some as the series continue

Jason: Leader of the Group

Piper: Peacekeeper

Leo: Mechanic and Seventh Wheel (by Nemesis)

Percy: Glue that holds everyone together

Hazel: Youngest (Literally and figuratively as the title refers to the fact that even though she has proven herself as one of the seven, Hazel still has much to learn compared to the rest about what she is capable to do that can help the group. Keep in mind Hazel has not master shadow travel or Mist Manipulation yet).

Frank: Muscles

Annabeth: Battle Strategist and Consultant

Warning: Certain ancient Greeknames matches words use of foul language but no foul language was intentionally used. Also I dropped the '& the Olympians' in 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Olympians' as well as replaced the '&' with ':' in the short stories of that part of the series. So if you haven't read them yet read 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: the Early Adventures' 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: The Lightning Thief' 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: The Sea of Monsters' 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: The Titan's Curse' 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: The Magical Labyrinth' 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: the Stolen Chariot' 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: the Sword of Hades', 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: the Bronze Dragon' 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: The Last Olympian' 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: the Staff of Hermes' 'The Tales of the Heroes of Olympus: The Lost Hero' 'The Tales of the Heroes of Olympus: The Quest for Buford' and 'The Tales of the Heroes of Olympus: The Son of Neptune' before reading this story as stuff that happened in them will be mentioned. Lastly, any one who wants to do a Demigods and Olympian reads story using 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon' is allowed as long as you inform me about it.

Leo's POV Part XI

Alright, I'll give Nemesis credit about luck being a sham. Especially when it comes down to my luck.

Last winter I had to watch in horror while a family of rogue cyclopes prepared to roast Jason and Piper with hot sauce. I'd schemed my way out of that one and saved my friends all by myself, but at least I had time to think.

Now, not so much. Hazel and Frank had been knocked out by the tendrils of a possessed steampunk bowling ball. Two suits of armor with bad attitudes were about to kill me.

I couldn't blast them with fire. Suits of armor wouldn't be hurt by that. Besides, Hazel and Frank were too close. I didn't want to burn them or accidentally hit the piece of firewood that was Frank's lifeline.

On my right, the suit of armor with a lion's helmet creaked its wiry neck and regarded Hazel and Frank, who were still lying unconscious.

"A male and female demigod," said the Lion head. "These will do, if the others die." It's hollow face mask turned back to me. "We do not need you, Leo Valdez."

"Oh, hey!" I tried for a winning smile. "You always need Leo Valdez!"

I spread my hands and hoped I looked confident and useful, not desperate and terrified. I wondered if it was too late to write TEAM LEO on my shirt.

Sadly, the suits of armor were not as easily swayed as the Narcissus Fan Club had been.

The one with the wolf-headed helmet snarled, I have been in your mind, Leo. I helped you start the war."

My smile crumbed and I took a step back. "That was you?"

Now that I think about it, it does make sense why those tourist bothered me so much from the moment I saw them, and why this thing's voice sounded so familiar. I heard it in my mind.

"You made me fire a ballista?" I demanded. "You call that helping?"

"I know how you think," said Wolf Head. "I know your limits. You are small and alone. You need friends to protect you. Without them, you are unable to withstand me. I vowed not to possess you again, but I can still kill you."

The armored dudes stepped forward. The points of their swords hovered a few inches from my face.

My fear suddenly made way for a whole lot of anger. This eidolon in the wolf helmet had shamed me, controlled me, and made me attack New Rome. It had endangered my friends and botched our quest.

I glanced at the remaining dormant sphere on the worktables. I considered my tool belt. I thought about the loft behind me—the area that looked like a sound booth. Presto: Operation Junk Pile was born.

"First: you don't know me," I told Wolf Head. "And second: Bye."

lunged for the stairs and bounded to the top. The suits of armor were scary, but they were not fast. As I suspected, the loft had doors on either side—folding metal gates. The operators would've wanted protection in case their creations went haywire… like now. I slammed both gates shut and summon fire to my hands, fusing the locks.

The suits of armor closed in on either side. They rattled the gates, hacking them with their swords.

"This is foolish," said Lion Head. "You only delay your death."

"Delaying death is one of my favorite hobbies." I scanned my new home. Overlooking the workshop was a single table like a control board. It was crowded with junk. There were a few things I dismissed like a diagram for a human catapult that would never work, and a bronze large mirror.

There was also a strange black sword that I didn't think much about until I saw what was next to it—a celestial bronze that was long and perfect for hunting. I immediately recognized it as a hunter's knife that that the Hunters of Artemis used. But why was it here? And what is it doing with this strange sword?

I heard rattling from the cage and was broke from my confusion.

Worry about the knife and sword later, I thought.

I looked around until I found what I was looking for. In the center of the table someone had disassembled an Archimedes sphere. Gears, springs, levers, and rods were littered around it. All the bronze cables to the room below were connected to a metal plate under the sphere. I could sense the Celestial bronze running through the workshop like arteries from a heart—ready to conduct magical energy or to rule over the other spheres.

This sphere was a master regulator. I was standing at Ancient Roman mission control.

"Well, it looks like I don't have to use my own sphere," I said being glad that I don't have to use my new toy right away.

"Leo Valdez!" the spirit howled. "Open this gate or I will kill you!"

"You're going to kill me even if I do open the gate," I responded, "Just let me finish this. A last request, all right?"

That must have confused the spirits, because they momentarily stopped hacking at the bars.

My hands flew over the sphere, reassembling its missing pieces. Why did the stupid ancient Romans have to take such a beautiful machine? They had killed Archimedes, stolen his stuff, then mess with a piece of equipment they could never understand. On the other hand, at least they'd had the sense to lock it away for two thousand ears so that I could retrieve it. And once I understand how this thing worked, I'm sure I can get the one in my backpack working.

The eidolons started pounding on the gates again.

"Who is it?" I called.

"Valdez!" Wolf Head bellowed.

"Valdez who?" I asked.

Eventually the eidolons would realize they couldn't get in. Then if Wolf Head truly knew my mind, he would decide there are other ways to force my cooperation. I had to work faster.

I connected the gears, got one wrong, and had to start again. Hephaestus' hand grenades, this was hard!

Finally, I got the last spring in place. The ham-fisted Romans had almost ruined the tension adjuster, but I pulled a set of watchmaker's tools from my tool belt and did some final calibrations. Archimedes was a genius—assuming this thing actually worked.

I wound the starter coil and the gears began to turned. I closed the top of the sphere and studied its concentric circles—similar to the ones on the workshop door.

I need to quickly deduced the right sequence to activate this control sphere. There were seven rings, each one covered with tiny Greek letters, numbers and zodiac signs. I doubt the answer wouldn't be pi. Archimedes would never do the same thing twice. Besides, just putting my hand on the sphere I could feel that the sequence had been generated randomly. It was something only Archimedes would know.

Supposedly, Archimedes last words had been: Don't disturb my circles.

No one knew what that meant, but I could apply it to this sphere. The lock was much too complicated. Maybe if I had a few years, I could decipher the markings and figured out the right combination.

Just then the eidolons roared in rage, and I knew immediately I don't have much time.

A problem you cannot solve, said a voice in my mind.

Nemesis… she'd told me to expect this moment. I thrust my hand in my pocket and brought out the fortune cookie. The goddess had warned me of a great price for her help—as great as losing as an eye. But if I didn't try, it could be too late before I figure this sphere out.

"I need the access code for this sphere," I said as I broke open my cookie.

At that moment, Wolf Helmet pounded at the gate.

"Valdez!" Wolf head yelled. "Our third comrade will kill your friends!"

In normal circumstances I would be angry. I already figured their third comrade had possessed that spindly-legged Taser ball that had knocked Hazel and Frank. But the eidolons were too late on the threat. I already got what I want in my hands.

"Okay, I'm coming," I said.