AN: Hey... Yeah, no good excuses for the lateness other than I'm studying overseas and it's my first year so, yeah I've been busy.

Hope you enjoy this one!

There are very few times when Clovis wished that he'd wake up.

Demigod dreams are full of prophecy and foreboding. But memories, usually the crappy kind, are just as common.

Percy Jackson's dreams of Tartarus are particularly gruesome, and makes him wonder if he's really as fine as he lets on. Same with Annabeth. Nico hasn't been dreaming much lately but when he does it's of death or dying or loneliness and despair. Frank's dreams tend to start off pleasant, reading a book with his grandmother or baking cookies in their kitchen. It typically ends up with her dead though. Piper's dreams are of the war more often than not, and she has an inept fear of dragging her family into the mess that was her life. Clovis seemed to be pulled in the direction of Jason's dreams the most often. Perhaps it's because he's been asked to look into his memories before, but at least once a week his random dream hopping lands him in a world of Roman heroics and a lost boy in his own self. Hazel's are the most interesting. It's of a life before any of the kids at camp (except Nico) could know. Some kid named Samuel or Sammy or something like that keeps popping up looking a lot like Leo, and Clovis is pretty sure there's a story there.

But Leo Valdez's dreams are … different.

At first, it wasn't all that noticeable. The boy's only been at the camp for a short time then had to go on a quest to save the world. As the head counselor of the Hypnos cabin, he makes it a habit to see the dreams of any newcomer at camp, just a precaution and to satisfy his own curiosity.

It was muffled and haggard and veiled. Every demigod's dreams are like this to some extent but his are to an extreme only seen through cycles of distrust and traumatizing pasts. The child of Hypnos could've pushed his way through, but he has social limits and wanted to respect his privacy.

But the feelings were still there. Carefully constructed behind the facade of the laughing teen has an underlying darkness and vulnerability that is carefully, oh so carefully, hidden.

So, he decided to leave it alone, and it soon went from his mind when he went on to the next dream.

Usually he dropped a hint to Chiron in these situations, for the activity director to keep an eye on him, but then the war came and he was always so tired…

Now he regrets not telling the satyr before.

Pain.

Regret.

Fire.

Death.

Loss.

Fire.

Hope.

No, it was a trick.

Fire.

FIRE.

"FIRE!"

"GET THE KIDS OUT OF HERE!"

"No, you'll -"

"I'LL BE RIGHT BEHIND YOU! GO, CHASE!"

Clovis didn't like this.

A man with a whip stalked closer to 3 kids huddled in a corner. A terrifying smile pasted on his face. The children huddled closer even as the fire grows.

Clovis noted the tinge of gray fear along with the putrid smell of burning smoke, covering everything but the little area of rug the kids were on and the man walking closer to them. Smoke enveloped the house, one of the kids won't stop coughing.

A scrawny Latino sporting a baseball cap stands in front of them, blocking his path with a determined expression. He becomes relieved when he sees his older brother run out of the building with the other youngsters in hand, looking back as at him with a look that obviously says, 'you better be right behind me,' before disappearing out the back. The man's smile turns into an annoyed grimace when he sees this and follows the teen's gaze.

The boy takes the opportunity to motion the three remaining kids towards the opposite end of the room, and with only a second's hesitation of worry for their savior, scramble to follow his directions just as the man turns back around.

Clovis tries to dream hop to a less gruesome scene, when he feels a disturbing pull on his psych, grounding him. Why can't he leave? Clovis doesn't want to see this.

"YOU!" The man shouts. The fire grows, the kids scream.

A flinch to runs through the teen and a wave of inevitability to rakes the atmosphere.

The man runs up to him and punches him in the stomach, the teen tries to scrunch up in an attempt to shield himself from the pain only to find that he can't from the man's grip on his shirt, keeping him inches from the floor.

The kids scream again and the man turns around, "SHUT UP!" he yells. Dropping the gasping boy on the ground and stomping towards the crying trio.

Clovis starts to panic when he recognizes the teen as Leo. He doesn't want to be here, but every time he tries to jump, it lands him in the same dream, the same situation. Like a sick joke, the son of the master of sleep can't get out of a nightmare.

"Wait…!" the man stops a foot away from the kids looking back with an expectant, sadistic smile. The Latino gulps and fear ripples through the dream, knocking Clovis to his knees.

"I'll go with you." The heat in the room grows almost unbearable, but it doesn't seem to bother the man or boy at all.

The man scoffs and turns to face the boy fully, the coughing kids stare at him fearfully and Leo stares desperately back, a plea to leave clear on his face. They run out of the building while the man is distracted.

The teen knows the kids are going to get help, but by then they'll be long gone.

"I thought you might," the man says, brandishing a knife from his back pocket and lifting up the boy's shirt, "this is the start of a beautiful relationship." Leo tries to get away and a crash from the adjacent kitchen shakes the house, but it doesn't deter the man who tightens his grip, bringing down the knife on his lower back with a vengeance. "Pleasure doing business with you."

The pain is too much, Leo's screams pierce through every channel in his being, rippling through the dream bonds he keeps with his brothers and sisters.

"WAKE UP!" Clovis screams at himself, clutching his hair as he tries to ignore the torture of knife carving flesh and whip scarring skin. Clovis can sense his distress rippling through the dreams of sleeping demigods as they all wake up in their respective cabins in a confused state of fear that's not their own, "WakeupwakeupwakeupwakeupwakeupdamnitWAKEUP…!"

A rush of adrenaline shoots through his system and he sits up in bed, a scream frozen on his lips, completely oblivious to the unusual amount of people in his wake. A fear and hopelessness and despair that's not his own consuming his thoughts.

When he finally comes to, he's not in Cabin 15, but a sweat soaked bed in the infirmary. The rush of adrenaline he felt must've been from the shot in Will's hand as he looks down at him in worry. His siblings stare at him in horror, the little ones crying in the older one's arms. Half the camp must be in here, he thought. Most look worried, some look scared and others look pissed at being woken at, Clovis looks at the clock on the wall, 3 am in the morning.

Swinging his legs over the bed he shakily stands on his feet as trembles rock his frame.

Samantha, his sister and second in command, rushes over, holding him up as he rocks on his feet. Her eyelids drooping and a wide yawn escapes her, causing those in her immediate surroundings to yawn with her, "Are you," yawn, "okay?"

Clovis nods, yawning in sudden exhaustion, and upon seeing Chiron, walks up to him, he takes notice that Chiron's eyes seem to go half lidded.

He squares his shoulders and looks at him determinedly, he won't make the same mistake again.

"I need to speak to you about something."

AN: Okay, so this is NOT really filler. It's really important to the story and I hope I did Clovis' POV alright. I found it weird that there weren't more stories on him, there are a lot of possibilities for his character.

Tell me if you want more from his POV, and I like to do the POV from a mix of minor characters and main characters. Tell me who you want next!

Oh, and I'm thinking of doing a serings of five times _ and one time _ for this series, Rise of the Guardians, Young Justice, and Star Wars Rebels but I need at least one suggestion to get me started, please reviews are my drug. I neeeeed more.