Bonjour mes amis! For those who don't speak French, hello my friends!

So this idea came up to me while I was reading BOO for the millionth time, and I read about Leo's abusive foster mother. Then I was messing around and found an old story I wrote forever ago about another OC of mine (I have so many…) and BA-BAM! Hope you like it!

Also, I kind of need a favor from you guys. I just entered a statewide writing contest, and I am TERRIFIED that something's gonna go wrong. So some helpful telepathic wishing of good luck would be great! Thanks!

Read and review, s'il vous plait,

-AOB

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson. If you need me, I will be crying in a corner.

General P.O.V

Afterwards, all they could really think was of course it was her.

It couldn't have been anyone but Hera that had made this happen. She seemed determined to meddle, no matter what. And of course, in her quest for the greater good, she ended up scarring innocent demigods.

But some scars go deeper than others, as six of the seven learned one night as they sailed toward Greece…

Hazel's P.O.V

It was a completely normal night on the Argo 2. Percy was eating blue pizza (Hazel had learned not to ask), Annabeth was reading a book while leaning against him, Jason and Piper were talking as they ate, Leo was tinkering with something, his eyes focused on the table and his project, his fingers moving quickly, and Frank was eating some sort of Mongolian beef, his hand holding hers under the table. Hazel herself was bobbing her head to the music playing from the speakers on the wall. She had to admit, music nowadays was pretty cool… and then her music musings (hahaha!) went out the window when Hera appeared on the table in a clap of thunder that rattled the plates and cups. Hazel and Frank halfway rose from their seats, Annabeth went for her dagger, Piper and Jason froze, and Percy, having just taken a gulp of his drink, spewed soda over Annabeth's head and into Jason's face, earning himself a dirty look.

Only Leo's response was casual. After the initial and obligatory jump of surprise, he rolled his eyes and said "Hola, Tia. What's kickin'?" as he went back to his invention. Annabeth shot him a look, but Hera did a surprising thing and knelt in front of him, reaching down to lay a hand on his shoulder. Leo flinched at the contact and looked up at her suspiciously.

"I'm sorry to startle you all, I know you have a very important quest to get to, but there's something I need you to do. I have cast a spell on your chaperone, he will stay in his room, sleeping or watching those Chuck Norris movies, until I am done with you all."

The seven all looked at each other in complete confusion and more than a little apprehension, especially when Hera gracefully climbed off of the table to sit next to Leo, who leaned as far away as he could, nearly falling out of his chair. Hera ignored this and reached into the pocket of her dress. Sending an apologetic look toward Leo, she placed what looked like a police recorder on the table, took a deep breath, and addressed the demigods.

"It has come to my attention that you do not know much about Leo Valdez. I am here to change this. This device" She indicated the recorder on the table "will show you memories from Leo's life, memories that I hope will help you understand him better…"

BANG.

"NO! NO WAY!"

This was Leo. He had sprang to his feet and slammed his hand down on the table, and was now glaring at Hera with fiery eyes, practically daring her to continue. Anyone else, seeing that look on happy-go-lucky Leo, would have been scared, but Hera, unfortunately, was used to displays of male temper: she was married to Zeus. So she shot him a quelling look, lifting a hand to cut off the rest of his protest, and continued.

"If you understand him better, then you will all be able to work better together, thus defeating Gaea faster. And perhaps, if you do this, then he will not refer to himself as the seventh wheel."

Six heads swiveled toward Leo, who had suddenly flushed red.

"The device is indestructible and will pause if you attempt to block the memory being shown in any way, so it is better to just sit and watch. It will also pause if you are not watching, so if he needs comforting, then the rest of you won't miss anything important. You cannot leave this room until the memories have finished playing." Hera was cut off as Leo's hair burst into flames. She eyed him nervously.

"Well… goodbye. Remember what I said." She said quickly and dissolved into white mist, leaving the seven glaring at her seat. Then, all eyes turned towards the device on the table as it glowed blue and projected an image above it: an image of a two-year-old Leo, hands covered in grease with a lollipop in his mouth, grinning at them all. His hair was weirdly choppy, like he had tried to give himself a haircut, and he was wearing a shirt with a picture of a shark. Inside the sharks open mouth were the words insert snack.

Leo's memories had begun.