Hi everyone, I'm sorry that this is a little later than usual but I had mock exams and didn't get a chance to write anything new.

As usual, thanks to everyone who faved or followed.

Phangirl Fenton: I'm glad that you like the story, I need reviewers like you so I know whether the story is okay.

Silversapphire999: I'm glad I'm not the only one to think that Leo can free run. I feel like Leo would have lots of useful abilities from living on the streets that are never really explored. Sorry for making you cry though it may not be the last time (Leo has such a sad past!)

Awesometacos: Thank you so much for both reviews and I am glad you think that it's perfect. Sorry for making you wait :( but hopefully my update schedule should be a bit more reliable now my mocks are over.

Techyy: Is this soon enough? :)

Our Mismatched Socks: I hope this chapter is as awesome as you think the others are (if you want stories like this you can check my favourites because I usually favourite a lot of stories like this. One that I know of is dreams of a fire-boy's past.)

Oh and by the way, I wanted to ask your opinion on whether on not I should put some scenes in from the book so that the others can see what happened with Festus and stuff like that. Feel free to tell me if you think it's a good or a bad idea.

Disclaimer: Still don't own them. Sob.

Percy's P.O.V

Percy was still trying to figure out why the hell Leo had not told them about his freerunning. I mean it was freaking awesome to see him scaling up buildings like that. At the same time, Percy was trying to think of everything he knew about Leo. It was not much. Percy liked to think that he was pretty approachable and friendly but he was beginning to realise that Leo never seemed to really talk to him. All the others had no problem talking to him about their problems, but Leo never seemed to have any. Percy was starting to think (and even the Gods couldn't help him if Annabeth found this out) that maybe Hera was right. And didn't that just say something about the situation if HE was agreeing with HERA of all people. He wanted to think on the situation a little more, but the video didn't give him a chance.

The Leo on screen was draped over an armchair and facing an official looking desk with a small bowl of mints placed in front of him. His appearance greatly contrasted the room in which he resided and the other occupant of the room. He seemed to be ten this time, and his clothes were slightly less battered than last time(though they were still a generic black).The way he was slouched in his chair opposed the rigid back of the man behind the desk. Both the man and the room were smart if simple looking and the man held a few sheets of paper in his hand. "Now Leo, I think it's time to move on to some inkblot tests." The man (who Percy was just going to assume was Leo's therapist because only a therapist would have a bowl full of mints which each said things like "you are not alone" and "you can speak to me") then smiled encouragingly at Leo who looked bored out of his mind. The therapist seemed to take this as a signal to continue as he held up the first inkblot. "What do you see Leo?" At this question, the on screen Leo smirked ever so slightly before replying "I see and idiot holding a piece of paper that's had ink spilt on it." For one second, the therapist smiled before realising what Leo had said, and the smile swiftly turned into a small frown. The screen went black.

Percy burst out laughing at the antics of his ship mate and the fact that for one second the man hadn't realised that Leo was messing with him.

"I can't believe that he didn't catch on to that immediately." Percy gave Leo (who was smiling deviously) a high five.

"Don't encourage him, seaweed brain, he's bad enough as it is" Annabeth gave him a look and Percy wasn't enough of a man to deny the slight fear that came with Annabeth glaring at you.

General P.O.V

The young demigods were all relived that this memory had been a good one. They had all hated seeing any version of their friend sad or sobbing in such a soul destroying way. As the next video came on, they all hoped that it would be another good one. It wasn't.

The same Leo that had been freerunning in the other video was breathing heavily on the large tv screen. He was standing in another alley way, but next to him was an open manhole. His eyes quickly surveyed the area before he jumped elegantly through the dark hole and into a dark sewer. It looked disgusting. Substances that no one wanted to identify dripped from the walls and they could only imagine what it smelt like down there. Yet the younger Leo didn't look too perturbed. Even when a rat scurried over his foot, Leo looked ... blank. As if all emotion had been drained from him and only this empty shell was left behind. He started to slowly pick his way through the dank sewer, trying to avoid the places where horrible liquids had sloshed over the sides. Eventually, he came to a halt next to a small alcove and pulled himself into it, curling up into the smallest ball he could (which, considering that Leo had been quite small to start with, was tiny). His scrawny arms were wrapped tightly around his black backpack. After a few minutes of just lying there, Leo pulled himself up and rustled around in his backpack before pulling out a small chocolate bar and eating it reverently, as if it was his last meal. Then he put the backpack on the ground, placed his head on it and slowly drifted of to sleep. The memory ended there.

Leo's P.O.V

Leo could feel the tension in the room and took that as his cue to tell a joke. "See Jason, I told you we had a pretty cushy sewer." Jason turned towards him, and the smaller boy winced at the pure horror in his best friend's eyes. Once again, Leo was the centre of attention. He couldn't help but find the irony of the situation, the one time he didn't want them to pay any attention to him was the one time all eyes were on him. Percy, next to him, made a small choking noise.

"Dude, why were you sleeping it the sewer?" The question was asked with compassion laced through but Leo couldn't help but feel a small flicker of annoyance.

"It was a good hideout from social services." His reply was stated calmly, but he knew that answer was too serious so he put on his best impish grin and tacked on "The sewer smelt better than Frank's room does though." Before an argument could break out, another memory began yet Leo knew from the looks that both Piper and Annabeth were sending him that the conversation wasn't over.

A twelve year old Leo sat in what was obviously a classroom. He was wearing simple beige shorts and a white short-sleeved top. His hands were moving so much that it looked like he was attempting to do a tango with his was sitting near the back of the room, and didn't appear to be listening to the teacher at all. In fact, Leo seemed to be completely absorbed in the paper that he was folding up.

Modern Leo grinned and pulled paper from his tool belt to begin his own paper creation.

It was inevitable that the teacher would turn to Leo and call him out for not listening but the child's attention never wavered from his hands. This made it much more of a surprise when the teacher asked Leo in that smarmy way that all teachers use when they think they have an opportunity to humiliate a child into becoming an example for others, if he could answer the question and Leo replied with "86" without diverting his attention at all. The teacher looked shocked, he had just asked Leo what the square root of 7396 was. He looked between the board and Leo for a few minutes. "Valdez, see me after class." Leo gave him a mock salute with one hand, while holding his now completed paper bird in the other hand. Another memory was now over.

As Percy and Frank (which surprised Leo) laughed, Piper and Annabeth whirled on him.

"Don't think that the memory we've just seen will stop us discussing the last one." Hazel was actually the one to say that but everyone else nodded (Percy and Frank sobered up after getting a double death glare from Annabeth and Piper which scared Leo who it wasn't even directed at.)

"Leo, why were you sleeping in a sewer?" Piper's voice was filled with concern and Leo felt the burning rage raise it's head again. He had told both Piper and Jason why he slept in sewers once before. And Piper had clearly forgotten it.

"Pipes, I told you I slept in sewers during the quest for Hera and I told you why so I don't know why you are asking." He managed to keep the hurt and hostility from his voice, but it was painful to think that he had trusted Piper with a part of himself and she had forgotten the information he had shared.

"When ..." Piper's voice trailed of as she remembered the day in the sewer and at the same moment Jason's eyes flashed with recognition.

"You'd ran away, again" Jason's voice held no accusation but Leo bristled slightly at the word again.

"Yes I'd ran away, again." The people who knew is story or even part of it (Piper, Jason and Annabeth) looked sadly at him while the others looked confused.

"What were you running from?" Percy's voice was tentative but it was clear that all the demigods expected an answer. Leo sighed and dropped his paper creation into his belt in favour of running his hands through his hair (and attempting to subtly brush out the small flames sparking in his hair.)

"I was running from ... well I was running from everything."

I hope you liked this chapter and feel free to leave your opinion on whether I should put in some scenes from the books.