Thank you so much to Quacklemore for your kind review! Yeah, this is my first posted fanfic but I like writing a lot in my spare *COUGH* procrastinating *COUGH* time.

Morgan Owens, Daughter of Hermes

He was completely… Wow.

Morgan had never kissed a guy before. Ish. He didn't count. He- No. Right know, all she wanted to remember was now.…

His lips felt warm. He was warm, and his strong arms safe. Her lips returned the kiss; forgotten passion rekindled by his fire, inside. Her life had always been in between. Forever blown about on the four winds, never secure. That changed. Leo was different. His kiss flooded her senses: his hand gently caressed her neck; his arm around her waist was steady; his lips hesitant, shy even, yet so longing and struggling to hold back; and his warmth… Morgan hadn't realised how cold she'd been, until now.

'Mmn…' Morgan slipped her arms around Leo's neck, pulling him even closer. Her shoulder bag fell to the floor. He re-angled his strong jaw, deepening the kiss.

Leo sighed and released her lips. She gasped when she saw his eyes. So dark… so familiar… She broke apart suddenly, taking a step back and scooping up her bag at the same time. 'Sorry,' she said, tears already forming in her eyes.

'Morgan?'

Leo's face was that of a confused smile. His unfocused eyes sharpened, and he stumbled, as if only just regaining his senses. Morgan ran from the room, her winged sandals accelerating al the while. The doors she'd earlier opened using her hairpin closed quietly behind her. She left the momentary sanctuary below deck of the Argo II, and stopped abruptly. Her breath came in jagged gulps, and she walked over to the railings. She could've stayed there with Leo forever, only she had a duty and he had a quest…

And she couldn't interfere, not after… Nico.

The name called in her mind, pulling up memories by the roots and planting them where she could see. Morgan couldn't turn away; part of her didn't want to. She relived their brief encounter, how they'd both been so shy and awkward, and how she had accompanied him… And their first kiss by that campfire… Until, Hermes had dragged her away from the edge of Tartarus. When she could've helped Nico.

His face still haunted her. She'd had many a sleepless night (as many nights off as a stand-in goddess could get) over how she knew, that if he'd survived, he'd always remember her apparent betrayal. But I didn't! Morgan wanted to scream at the night, I would've rather died! I'm not a traitor!

These were the thoughts she had when she pulled out her hairpin. She wanted to throw it far into the night, where she'd never see it again. Morgan sighed and gripped it tightly. She would stick by her father. He needed her. The last time he'd seen her, he'd called her Melisa. Her mom, in that train crash in Russia…

A cold hard weapon pressed itself between her shoulder blades. 'Who are you?' A guy's voice hissed. Morgan flinched. It was hard being caught when you're a child of Hermes. Someone had interrupted her pity session, and now they were threatening her.

She'd be skewered before she opened her mouth. Morgan rubbed the hairpin with both thumbs. Double sword, she thought. The bag once again fell off her shoulder. The hairpin split in two, a sword for each hand.

She leaned forward and ducked, kicking her leg out to knock her opponent off their feet. But they were anticipating it, and sidestepped.

The moonlight was shining from the other side of the ship. The mast blocked most of the light, and shadows clung to her opposition, making it impossible to see. Her mind was in such a state of grief she didn't process this, or when their blades untangled and the figure whispered, 'Morgan?'

Morgan slammed the hilt of her sword onto his head. He groaned and staggered. She pushed him onto the polished wood of the deck and crossed her swords against their neck, her knee against his sternum. The ship turned slightly and moonlight shone on them both. A pale dark-haired teenager stared at her. His black sword clattered from his grasp. Morgan blinked rapidly. This was so not happening…

'Morgan,' He stated. Recognition and pain flooded his eyes. Her reply was barely audible.

'Nico.'

Oceana: Aand cut! How did we all like Morgan's POV?

Pearl: Nobody cares.

Leo: Luvin' it! Pass the popcorn, wouldya Nico?

Nico: ... Don't touch me.