To RandomFanAuthor- Haha, I will try! ^_^

To HoO Fan- ya'll expectin' a reunion for? And that's two requests for a Ninja Turtle one-shot! I may just try and do it :P I've always wanted to go to Paris! I really want to explore the catacombs and the art museums!

To JasonGraceIsNAPPING- and it will be longer! It'll be back to normal chapters when the ToA rewrites start, don't worry! ^_^ And Lou? Living? Ha! MURDER. And she and Leo are besties, it's all good! :D


Leo was on watch. He had taken the second shift, after Louisa. She would not settle until they agreed to keep watch, perched in the window seat. Leo's bed was just under the window, her shadow in the moonlight falling over him.

"No smothering me in my sleep." He warned.

"Don't snore." Louisa advised. "It's bad enough Callie sings." She jutted her chin in their companion's direction. Calypso had once again bedded herself down, singing quietly into the quilt. Leo smiled fondly.

"I'll take singing over snoring." He said. "Night, Lou. Wake me when it's my turn." She nodded at him and looked out the window. Leo cocooned himself in the bedding, pillow plump and squishy under his head. His body accepted this comfort; he was asleep within the minute.

Naturally, that meant dreams.

He stood in a throne room. Two thrones before him. Underwater.

"Uh oh." He said, looking around as octopi, dolphins, schools of fish milled about, weaving amongst the pillars and far overhead. If not for the location, the display of creatures would have been quite relaxing, combined with the coolness of the water. He quite liked it here.

The water shimmered over the left-hand throne, the smaller one. Salacia emerged, crossing her legs neatly, lacing her fingers beneath her chin in contemplation. At first, Leo thought she was watching him. Before he could ask, warmth brushed through him and Louisa appeared.

She was no older than fourteen, huffing and muttering and swinging her sword restlessly. Her hair was shorter, but still pulled back in a ponytail, wafting in the waters. A glowing current whisked past her and she frowned at it. It circled over the seat of the unoccupied throne and then expanded into Neptune.

"What did I do this time?" Louisa asked, sighing. Neptune tapped his finger irritably on the arm of his throne, scowling. Salacia nudged him without looking away from her stepdaughter.

"There is discontent between the other gods." He said stiffly. Louisa pulled a face at her reflection in her blade.

"When isn't there?"

"This is serious, Louisa."

"Mm-hm."

"It concerns whether we keep you alive." She lowered her blade a fraction, narrowing her eyes at them.

"I've been good." She promised. "'N' I didn't take Jupiter's sandwich either, I left it."

"I know you did." Neptune nodded, rubbing at his forehead.

"Looked good though."

"Yes, it did." He agreed. "That's not the point. Focus."

"Sorry." Louisa smiled sheepishly. Salacia mmph'ed a laugh, quickly disguising it in a cough. "So, uh… why am I… not gonna be alive?"

"You've had a fate. Um, several fates. We knew the moment you were born."

"Mmm, that sounds bad." Louisa grimaced. "What are they?" Neptune held out his hand. Louisa took a step to the side as a whirlpool spawned next to her, only marginally taller than her. "Ooh, you're gettin' one of me buddies. Who is it?"

Reyna.

It was Reyna. Armoured up, as usual, purple cloak billowing in the currents.

She was a little perplexed, to say the least, shooting Louisa a bewildered look before noticing the gods.

"Lord Neptune." She bowed hastily. "Lady Salacia." She straightened, sending Louisa a suspicious look from the corner of her eye. She noticed an octopus, touching her chest and realising she was at the bottom of the ocean. Louisa grinned at her and she sighed. "What has she done this time? Did you steal that sandwich?"

"I didn't. Don't look so surprised, Rey-Rey, I'm hurt."

"Well, I honestly didn't expect that of you."

"Thanks." Louisa muttered, sulkily folding her arms. "Real supportive of ya."

"Reyna Ramirez-Arellano." Neptune motioned for her attention. "I called you here because you can help my daughter."

"What is it, sir?"

"Louisa had a number of fates placed upon her the moment she was born-"

"'N' they don't include sandwich-stealin'."

"-and there are only a few that can help her avoid them. You are one of them."

"Who are the others?" Reyna asked.

"They… have not yet made themselves known."

"Ooh, future assholes."

"Louisa."

"Shuttin' up."

"Oh, if only." Reyna said quietly. Louisa pouted grumpily. Leo couldn't help but laugh. "Sir." Reyna said, bowing her head to Neptune again. "What are these fates and what can I do?"

"Suck-up." Louisa coughed, looking around innocently when Reyna glared.

"Louisa." Salacia said, putting a finger to her lips. "You must pay attention." The dream flickered, blurring colourlessly. It took a moment for things to come back into focus. Louisa was looking directly at him, no longer fourteen, but her modern day self. She was not happy.

"Wake up." She said. Leo blinked. Something hit his forehead and he flinched. Upon opening his eyes, Louisa was looming over him, back in their hotel room in Paris. Not her father's underwater throne room. Her expression softened apologetically, rubbing at her eyes. "Sorry, Valdez. I know it's a bit early, but can ya take over?" Leo patted his cheeks sharply.

"Ugh, what time is it?" He asked, grabbing her arm to read her watch. He had been asleep for four hours. How had that little dream taken up four hours?

Louisa's head drooped, fighting to keep her eyes open. Leo wriggled and sat up, gripping her elbows. Leaning on him, she dropped the half-a-foot from the window seat to his bed. The momentum and her tiredness had her fall against his shoulder and, just like that, she was asleep.

She got the window bed after all.

Leo kicked the bedding off, lying her down and tucking her in. He stepped over her carefully and took up her perch on the window seat. Paris was beautiful under the night sky, and still lively. People laughed and jostled in the street below, singing off-key without a care in the world.

Calypso was humming in her sleep now, only a few notes here and there. She had thrown one leg out from under the covers and her neat assortment of pillows had strayed in multiple directions. Leo was beginning to believe her sentiment on never leaving- she looked so comfortable.

He looked back out the window, cracking it open a little. He could smell the bakery's goods on the gentle breeze, sullenly remembering he owed Louisa three eclairs.

He thought of Louisa, in that dream. Fourteen and planning to steal sandwiches, not kill the gods. And Reyna had been there. Neptune had specifically called Reyna. If anyone was going to keep Louisa in line, it was the praetor. Leo did not doubt for a second that she still wanted to kill him for firing on New Rome, but Louisa was a bigger chore; surely she would take priority?

Leo sighed, regarding Louisa carefully. She slept, curled up around a pillow, frowning a little. But she was otherwise quite relaxed. She would never like it, but he felt sorry for her. To go from sandwich-stealing to god-killing, how had she coped?

Maybe that was why Neptune called on Reyna. Louisa would not be alone then, and she had someone to process it with. Although, Leo couldn't help but wonder what Reyna's initial reaction had been…


"You put too much blame on yourself." Louisa opened her eyes, confused.

"Marco?"

"Hello, Lou." He smiled. He wasn't alone. Louisa didn't need to count, but there were seventy-three more people behind him. Klouter was the closest. Louisa blinked, eyes burning.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be."

"I was supposed ta help."

"And you did." Klouter assured, laying her hands on Louisa's shoulders. "They're safe now."

"You're not."

"Oddly, we are." Klouter grimaced. "I know, I know, not the mindset to have." Macro nodded in agreement, folding his arms over his chest.

"When I first joined the Keepers, it was purely a generational requirement. It is not the organisation it once was." He sighed. "It is not what we wanted, this." He gestured at the mass behind him. "But we are free now. And we are not alone." He smiled. "People waited for us."

"I…" Louisa faltered, dragging her sleeve across her face. Klouter touched her cheek gently. "This is wrong."

"We lived with it." Klouter shrugged a shoulder.

"'N' died for it. Marco, Juni, she's… did you know? Who her mom was?"

"I did."

"'N' ya never said?"

"You never asked." He smirked. "Thank you for taking care of her."

"I asked L.J ta take her ta camp."

"I saw. She will do well."

"Would've be nice ta know."

"Oh, you've got amnesia, it wouldn't have mattered." Marco laughed, waving it off. Louisa narrowed her eyes at him. Klouter snickered, patting Louisa's head. "Thank you, for everything you've done, Lou. It's nice to know someone cares." Behind them, an excited murmur rippled through the crowd. "Ah." He said, beginning to fade. "Tell Juni I'll be watching over her."

"And tell Joel," Klouter said, also fading, "that if he wants his wallet back, I hid it with the spiders."

"You did what?"

"Oh, he'll know." She rubbed her hands together maliciously. Louisa could hardly see them now. The others were gone, dissolving into various colours and spiralling upwards in a bank of creamy clouds. Marco bowed his head at Louisa and vanished altogether. Klouter clamped her fist over her heart, grinning. "Thanks, Lou. It's be an honour." Louisa coughed a laugh, wiping at her eyes. She knew this one.

"You're damn right."


"Cal."

"No."

"Get up."

"Noooo."

"Then we're gonna beat up mimes 'n' make pigeon pies." Louisa grinned. Calypso's eyes snapped open and she glared at them.

"Don't you dare."

"Get up then." Leo shook her. They were kneeling either side of her on the big bed, taking it in turns to push on her shoulders. Calypso tolerated it for almost half a minute, smacking them both with pillows.

"I call dibs on what we're doing today." She said, clouting Louisa in the face with her pillow. "And it does not include violence, murder or pies."

"I'm goin' back ta bed then."

"Try me, bitch."

"Oh damn."


Calypso bullied them into getting ready and breakfast- more eclairs and macarons- before making her choice of the day from the pamphlets in the lobby. She had linked her arm with Louisa's, keeping her trapped at her side while she read.

"Don't even think about it." She said upon feeling Louisa watching her. "You need constant supervision and if I have to hold onto you like a wayward toddler, then I will. Don't laugh, Leo, or you'll be next." Leo quickly mumbled an apology, smirking at Louisa once Calypso's attention returned to the information sheets. Louisa flipped him an obscene hand gesture. Leo stuck his thumb on his nose, wiggling his fingers and sticking his tongue out. Calypso raised her head a fraction, still reading, eyebrow raised. They were contrite in a second.

She sifted through a few more pamphlets, taking a liking to the gardens of Paris. "This one." She said, frowning at the French. "Um… Park Mon… coo?" Leo leaned closer. She tapped the words with her finger.

"I wish Piper was here, she'd know. She speaks French, Aphrodite thing. Pretty sure the French don't pronounce like eighty-seven percent of their letters, so it could just be P M."

"Not helping."

Louisa looked up, grabbing a passing bellboy by the arm.

"Parlez vous anglais?" She asked, a little stilted. She pointed at Leo. "Espanol?"

"Little English." He said, nodding. "Can I help?"

"What's this?" Louisa asked, motioning to Calypso. She showed the boy her leaflet and he smiled.

"Ahhh, Parc Monceau, tres bien, very good."

"How do we get there?" Leo asked. The boy thought for a moment, tapping his finger on his chin. He pointed at the door, turned his hand to the left.

"There is sign." He said. "Follow and you will find, not far." He nodded vigorously, returning Calypso's leaflet. "Enjoy!"

"Merci." Louisa said. He bowed his head and took his leave. Leo looked at her. "What?"

"You know French?"

"Like, the tiniest bit. School stuff." She shrugged. "Piper tried teachin' me a little bit, but…"

"Let me guess, you only wanted to know the swear words?"

"Pfft, no."

"Come on, what are they?"

"Va te faire foutre."