What I Dreamed Last Night, chapter 8

A/N: Hello, everybody! Thanks to everybody who has reviewed the last chapter, and I also have some good news and bad news:

Good News: My birthday was a couple of days ago and I got to spend it with my lovely boyfriend. Hell yeah

Bad News: Man, I'm in trouble. Well, I will be as soon as everybody realized what's happened, but I just want to make it clear. "My Marriage Damnation" has been taken down. The fanfic just sitting there, waiting to be updated, and it staring me in the face, I couldn't deal with it. It sucked. And to know there were people counting on me to make it epic and amazing...I couldn't do it. Maybe one day it will return to the world, but for now, it's gone. I have the files saved just in case, but please be lenient and if you wanna complain, go ahead. I respect that.

Also, special thanks to VanessaPJ, EnderWigginGirl, thesmpeeps, PoeTheDragonWillEatYou (you have a special place in my heart!) and percyjackson1234 for reviewing! So please enjoy the next installment of "What I Dreamed Last Night."


So this is what he gets for being a smart ass.

Leo Valdez is lying face first on the ground, his backpack strewn off to the side. His face is against the rough, harsh pavement, the cuts on his cheek bleeding and spilling onto the grey sidewalk. His arms lay by his side, too weak to push himself off the ground. Bruises are beginning to form on his face, he knew, the pulsating pain his cheeks. His hair is a matted mess, and knowing he could barely get up, he didn't even try. His mother always said to stand up for what he believed in, even if it means getting thoroughly beaten, and he had taken this advice to heart. Now, he wished he hadn't listened to her at all.

It's June 20th, late afternoon. Earlier that day, in math class, their teacher had been talking about polynomials or some other shit, but he couldn't pay attention for two reasons. One of them was because though he loved mechanics and wood shop, he hated math. Why did math have to be so complicated? When working on projects, he could use it just fine, but when it came to writing it down and trying to solve the problem with a paper and pencil, he hated it. That was the first reason. The second, to no one's surprise, was Dylan. What an asshole. He kept whispering things to the girl behind Leo, Isabelle, but of course, it had to be about people. Course, Dylan was whispering shit about Leo himself, but what Dylan was muttering about pushed Leo over the edge.

"That McLean girl has such an ass," he had whispered, Isabelle laughing, "And that Calypso chick? What a slut. She's asking to be raped on the spot. Maybe where she came from, sluts are welcome. She acts like one, and being so naive and fucking innocent, she's just asking for it. God, she's just asking to be fucked, I would do it myself."

Leo had had enough. He had turned around, his lips curled in a devilish smile as he turned around. Dylan ignored him at first, but when Leo just kept smiling, he glared at him, obviously getting annoyed.

"What the hell d'you want, Valdez?"

"Just wanted to ask about how flexible you are."

"What?"

"Because wow, you must be really flexible if you can talk with your head up your ass like that, man. Like, wow. You must be really flexible to talk shit if it's going down your throat."

The reply had left Isabelle and Dylan speechless, and he had turned around, feeling rather proud of himself. He had saved that one for awhile, having grown tired of Dylan's trash talk and comments. Dylan was just such an asshole, and in normal circumstances, Leo would of just left him alone, but when he mentioned Calypso, Leo's blood had boiled. Calypso was innocent, and she didn't deserve to be talked about like that. Dylan was just a horny shit who dehumanized girls that didn't want to sleep with him. He had felt rather proud, and wondered what Calypso would have said had she heard what Leo had said.

He had grown to have a crush on Calypso from afar, even getting the chance to talk to her once in awhile when he would hang out with Piper. From what he learned, Calypso was kind, intelligent, sweet, hard working. Her English needed a bit of work, but her accent was kind of cute, in a way. Leo knew that from experience, as some of his family members (before they stopped talking to him and his mother), had had accents as well. Whenever him and Calypso shared a conversation, he found he liked her more and more with her replies. She was funny, smart, and didn't look as naive as she did from afar. She could drop a few swears if she had wanted to, and had shoved Leo over when he made smart ass comments. He hadn't expected any backlash from Dylan after the incident.

But after school, when Leo had began to walk home as usual, he found he was being tailed by a car. Usually, he would ignore it, but this time, he had grown uneasy. There were students from his school in that car. And he had a suspicion about who it was, when he was about to bolt across the street. But of course, the car had stopped right in his way, and three to four goons popped out, including the ultimate goon, Dylan, surrounding him. After that, though, it was a blur of pain, flying limbs and mocks. Leo had wished he had taken Jason's advice to work out, because if he had, he might not be laying face first on the ground, and in thorough pain at the moment. He groans softly, shaking his head. He didn't know if he had the strength to get back up, and he began to let his mind meander, about whether he would die here on the sidewalk. It wouldn't be so bad, he thinks to himself, but he would be leaving his mother alone.

"Oh my gods!" A soft whisper from behind him. Leo hoped it was someone who was about to call the police, or an ambulance, because he definitely needed that. He felt hands slip under his arms and turn him over, and as he opened his eyes, he felt his limbs go numb. Of course, it had to be her. It was like she was an angel. He widens his eyes, but ignores the tears that threaten to slide down his face. He was still in much pain.

"C-Calypso?" His voice was rough and harsh, as though he hasn't spoken for again, but when she touched a burning spot on his leg, he felt pain explode beneath him. He looks down at his spot, to see a large bleeding cut, spilling down his jeans, and he felt the world swirl under him and he blacked out.


He slowly comes to, finding he was no longer looking at Calypso, but a ceiling. It was simple, no particular detail that was standing out. He finds opening his eyes to be a tedious task, and when he feels a hand on his shoulder, he straightens up, groaning in pain. Fuck. Dylan and his goons had beaten him too good.

"Don't sit up, that'll hurt. Lay down."

Her voice. He turns his head, to see her again. Calypso. She sports a bitter smile, as she holds a bloody needle and a thread. He widens his eyes, to look down at his leg. The bleeding cut was almost sewed up, medical thread he presumed. He slowly lays back down and watches as she sews up his bleeding leg. Layering the wound with a medical bandage, he watches her work, her eyes narrowed in determination. A crease across her forehead, nose wrinkling slightly. Her long auburn hair was pulled back in a ponytail, a headband keeping the loose strands back. A dark blue sweater covers her arms, paired with a pair of sweatpants. As she finishes dealing with his wounds, he remains quiet as she begins to pack up her materials. He begins to look over his body, seeing gauze patches, bandages, a few sutures here and there. It was like he was a doll that she was playing Doctor on. As she turns her back, he takes the moment to sit up properly, finding he was propped against a bunch of thick, soft pillows. He was on a couch, it seemed, and there didn't seem to be another soul in this house.

"Calypso, where the hell..."

"You passed out when I picked you up," she interrupts sharply, though she was in the next room, probably putting away her medical supplies, "I had to drag you here. And no offense, you need to wash your pants."

He chuckles, looking down at his stained and worn pants. "Yeah, well, that's not exactly on my list of priorities."

He finds her coming back into the room with a pair of sweatpants, a t-shirt that seemed to be just his size, and a comb. She sets the pile on his lap, looking at him expectantly. "You can change in the other room, and then come back here. You hungry?"

"A bit, but I'll make sure to change before I probably spill it all over these clothes." He laughs, a crooked smile on his face. Painfully, but slowly getting back to his feet, he enters the room Calypso had gestured to, making sure to lock the door behind him. Pulling off his sweatshirt, he slips the t-shirt over his head, and when he pulled off his pants, he inspects the injuries on them. The gigantic bandage that stretched from his thigh to the back of his leg, covering the sutures was the most noticeable, and he hoped that no one could see the bandage underneath his pants. Noting how they fit perfectly, he wondered if she was secretly stalking him to find the right size, but found that maybe he was just hoping she was.

"They fit alright?" She asks as he returns into the other room. Nodding, she takes the clothes he had been wearing before and tosses them into a laundry basket beside the couch. On the table, there was a sandwich and a glass of juice, and it looked amazing. Stuffing the sandwich into his mouth, he chewed on the vegetables, meat and bread that was piled together. It was one of the most amazing things that he's ever eaten.

"Yeah. You feelin' alright?"

"Better now." He grins toothily, and finds crumbs and fillings spilling out of his mouth. "Oh, shit!"

She giggles, handing him a napkin as she blushes in embarassment. Wiping away some of the fillings, he leans back on the couch, setting down the sandwich. Taking a sip of the juice, the pair are both quiet for a moment, before Calypso takes a seat beside him. They are both silent, as he sets the glass down, and he mutters a small thank you. She smiles at him, and simply relaxes against the couch. She must have been exhausted from doing all that work on him. Looking out the window, he sees it's pouring rain, and he probably won't be able to go home for a bit. When she suggests they watch a movie to wait for the rain to let up, he asks for permission to use her phone. As she starts up Netflix, he types in his mother's number.

"Mom?"

"Mijo! Where are you? I'm worried."

"I got beaten up after school."

"By who? I swear, I will bring this to the principal and a wrench to use against those boys who hurt my mijo!"

"Mom, it's okay...some girl found me. Fixed me up, and we're gonna watch a movie till the rain lets up."

"Who is this girl?"

"Er..."

"Mijo..."

"Alright, Calypso! You know that girl?"

"Oh, is she the one you like? Aw, Leo. My mijo is growing up."

"Mommmm!"

"Alright, honey. I'll pick you up in an hour. Goodbye, my Leo."

"Bye, Mom."

As he hangs up, he sees she's chosen not a chick flick, as he was expecting, but 2012's Avengers. He takes a seat next to her on the couch, and they sit there together, watching the action packed film about SHIELD, the Avengers and everything in between. As he watches the movie, he sneaks side glances at her, watching every smile, every tear. He saw her fight the urge to jump up and curse when Coulson was stabbed by Loki, and the tear that threatened to fall from her eyes when Nick Fury threw the bloody cards on the table. He loved a girl who had a passionate heart, even if it was just for a film. When the Avengers had assembled, he had let himself laugh as he saw the excited gleam in her eyes, and when she saw him watching her, she promptly pushed him over onto the ground.

What could he say? He was definitely falling for her.