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Nerdycook24- I'm sorry that's confusing! Percy does not know Anni. Her mother's story about her dad is just very similar to what Percy's mom told him in The Lighting Thief before he knew his dad was Poseidon. Does that clear it up?

Mjzero06- This is going to sound weird but I'm glad you cried when you read this. I love knowing that my writing can do that! I love Leo too!

And to the rest of you, thanks so so much for taking the time out of your day to read this! You guys rock!

Frank P.O.V

There would have been perfect silence in the room if not for the sound of Taylor Swift's "Out of the Woods" playing from the speakers. Leo seemed to have an obsession with her music. (The reason for this will be shown later, I promise. Besides, in my summary I promised Taylor Swift!) Frank was still trying his best to wrap his head around what he had seen so far.

Of course he knew Leo's mother was dead. He hadn't known that she had died in such a tragic way, of course. He hadn't known that Leo blamed himself for the death. He felt suddenly awful about all the scathing things he had thought about the little pyro and shot him an apologetic smile. Leo looked surprised for a second before he flashed a smile back. The next memory began and the demigods snapped to attention.

Leo was sitting in an ugly green chair in a white office-like room. Beside him was sitting his foster father, who looked very apologetic and was talking to Mr. Jacobs.

"Kay and I just can't handle him. He's an exceptionally bright boy, and the things he can make are incredible, but he's just so hyper and needs extra attention. Our daughter Hope has Trisomy 18 and we just can't care for them both." (This is an actual girl that I know. Hope Elizabeth Harrison is 2 years old. She wasn't supposed to survive her birth. She's the sweetest baby ever and her parents are amazing people. Please donate to the Hope E. Foundation to help all babies with Trisomy 18!)Leo was sitting there, bobbing his head to some tune only he could hear, his fingers tapping on his thigh, his legs swinging. He seemed about nine. A black backpack sat on the floor next to him. He glanced over at Mr. Lopez, and there was the briefest flash of a tear in one eye before he directed his eyes back to the floor. His hand started tapping out a complicated tune against his thigh.

Mr. Lopez was still talking. "Leo is very gifted with math and mechanics, and it is my and Kay's belief that he is musically gifted as well: he loves to sing when he thinks we're not listening. We really wish we could keep him, this year has been wonderful, but with Hope's condition and his ADHD and dyslexia, not to mention the short attention span…"

They both glanced at Leo, who was now leaning back in his chair, still tapping out the tune against his leg, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. He had taken a pen from Mr. Jacob's desk and was twirling it between the fingers of his other hand. He was mouthing words so quickly it was hard to make out what he was saying. The two men watched him for a minute before turning back to each other.

Mr. Jacobs shuffled some papers on his desk. "Well, Mr. Lopez, I believe I can ease your misgivings about giving him back. There is a woman who is very good with gifted children, I believe you may know her, or have at least heard of her. Teresa Brewer?"

Mr. Lopez's eyes lit up in recognition. "Yes, I believe I met her in passing a few weeks ago. She seemed like a very nice woman."

Boring adult paperwork was handled, and at the end when it was time to go, Mr. Lopez knelt to hug Leo, who hugged him back, blinking away tears. As Mr. Lopez left, Leo turned to Mr. Jacobs, holding tightly to his black backpack.

"What's going to happen to me?" he asked. Mr. Jacobs offered a bland, slightly condescending smile and patted his head.

"Don't worry, Leo. You're going to be just fine."

"You weren't, were you?"

Even Frank was surprised b y the words coming out of his mouth. Everyone looked at him curiously.

Leo sighed and shrugged. "No, I wasn't. Martin and Kay were cool, and Hope was really cute, but he was right. It was just too much for them." He paused for a moment. "They were my last good home for a while."

"Did Teresa give you back too?" asked Jason.

At the sound of her name, Leo's face turned dark and his hands clenched, and every one of his friends watched as a shiver of fear rushed through his whole body and the next memory began.

Leo was sitting in the same office across from Mr. Jacobs. Not too much time seemed to have elapsed since Mr. Lopez had given him back. Leo was staring fixedly at the desk, Mr. Jacobs at the boring, generic wall clock on the back wall. It was absolutely silent until suddenly, the door swung open.

"Sorry I'm late!" said a cheery female voice as a woman sailed in.

She looked like a model on the cover of a magazine. Perfect body that was showcased to perfection in a perfectly tailored black pantsuit, black hair swirled into a perfect French knot at the nape of her neck, held in place with a gold clip. Her ice blue eyes were startling against a black-mascara-gold-eye-shadow backdrop. Her red lipstick created the perfect contrast to her fair, blemish-free skin. Her pretty smile displayed straight white teeth.

Leo looked slightly freaked out. Mr. Jacobs looked like he was trying not to drool.

"Miss Brewer, it's no problem at all." He said, standing up to shake her hand. "I'm very glad that you could make it. I'm Matthew Jacobs. This is…" He was cut off by Teresa's squeal.

"You must be Leo!" She came over and crouched beside his chair, leaving little room for Leo to get up. He somehow managed to and held out a polite hand. "Nice to meet you, maam."

Teresa flashed her perfect smile again and held out a French-manicured hand to take Leo's. Once she had it, she pulled him into a hug, placing one hand on the back of his head, taking care to make sure her gold watch didn't tangle in his curls. She held him like that for a moment before gently pushing him away, holding him by the shoulders.

"It's nice to meet you, Leo. I'm Teresa." She used her fingers to gently smooth back his curls, which were slightly too long and hung over his forehead. "I hope we can be very good friends, Leo." She gave him a gentle, motherly smile before standing and going over to the other chair. "Well, Mr. Jacobs, I certainly do appreciate you accommodating me, and I am sorry I'm late. I was preparing Leo's room and it took more time that I expected. Now, how soon can he come home with me?"

Percy piped up suddenly. "She reminds me of Aphrodite. And that is not a good thing." He glanced over and frowned. "Leo, are you okay?"

This was a valid question, as Leo looked ready to go kill someone. His hair was spitting sparks and his eyes were practically burning holes into Teresa's frozen image. His fingers were tapping in rapid-fire Morse code on the table. His lips were pulled back from his clenched teeth, and he was muttering something in Spanish so quickly it was hard to catch.

Frank was willing to bet that whatever Leo was muttering was not friendly. And he was slightly afraid to ask what he was tapping out. He was pretty sure it would make his ears bleed. This woman… he wondered what about her would scare Leo this badly.

As the next memory started, he guessed that he would find out.