A/N: Hey guys! SUPER SORRY about the late update, my project for uni starts this week so I've been frantically preparing. Now, regular updating will recommence (hopefully) on the 10th of Feburary and until then, things might be a little out of sync, I'm afraid.
Reviews and messages from last chapter will be responded to in the next few days (I hope) and I'm hoping to have the next chapter posted tomorrow (I think). Thanks for sticking with me guys!
Thankyou everyone who reads, favourites, follows or reviews this story, you are all wonderfully patient and generally awesome :D
Shy
PS. If anyone is confused about Leo's 'memories' of Chicago, don't worry, it's not cannon, I'm adding my own part of Leo's backstory here, so if you have any questions, just PM or review!
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
The first time Leo met a half-blood who didn't know what she was, she nearly slit his throat. That was before he saved her life but then again, she tried to skewer him after that too. Leo couldn't win, obviously.
He'd arrived in Chicago smelling like a mix between wet goat and burning electrical sockets. "It was a joke!" he said, frantically as Mellie's second cousin's daughter's nephew's cousin scowled furiously and pushed him out from between a pair of pot plants ruthlessly.
Coach Hedge strode out behind him, looking distinctly grumpy. His hair soaked with rain water. "Way to upset the cloud nymph, cupcake."
"It wasn't my fault!" he argued, glad that he was fireproof and therefore immune to the slight electrical zaps that crackled around Cluzinctup!
No, not kidding. That really was her name. Part dryad, part nephele and entirely unamused.
"Mellie could have done much better." Cluzinctup! snapped before disappearing between the plants again, courtesy of her nymph-magic.
"Oh go suck on a thunderbolt!" Coach Hedge bellowed and then reared backward clutching his hand. "Ye-ow!"
"What happened?" Leo asked, wringing out his shirt which was also drenched.
"She zapped me!" Hedge grunted, casting daggers at the pot-plants which decorated the outside of a fairly ritzy hotel. "You are not going to be the godmother!" he shouted at them, angrily.
Leo began to realise they were collecting slightly suspicious stares from the valet and nudged Hedge's shoulder with his elbow. "Come on Uncle Arthur, time to go back to the hospital." He said, brightly, guiding Hedge away slowly with an apologetic glance to the valet who seemed appeased.
"What is wrong with you cupcake?" Hedge snapped as Leo continued to push them down the street which was busy for mid-afternoon Chicago. His eyes took in everything around him with slight shock- a second ago, he'd been saying good bye to his friends and now he was in the Windy City itself, the sharp silver lines of buildings surging up around him. "…never call a cloud nymph sparky! Not even as a joke!"
Leo could hardly hear the coach as the satyr grumpily hitched his bag higher on his shoulder and moved forward, instructions from Google Maps in hand. Every now and then he chomped on the edge of it, absent-mindedly as he tried to orient himself towards their destination. Bearmont Shelter, Chiron had said. It's where the activity is centred.
Leo had heard of Bearmont, hell, he'd tried to get in a couple of times as a kid but it was a decent place and the beds were always full of people eager for a nights' rest on a mattress rather than dirt-encrusted streets. He trudged forward, keeping his head down but his eyes open, taking in the people passing by, a blend of ages, races and social class. If it hadn't been for the muttering paper-eating satyr in front of him, clearing a path through the crowd, Leo half feared he might've just dreamt the last three years- that he'd never left Chicago at all.
It hadn't been so bad when he'd been with Jason and Piper and Festus- after all, the sight of an enormous bronze dragon was a pretty sobering anchor to reality, as was almost killing his best friend under Medea's freaky mind control.
Without them around, the Chicago that had eaten him up and spat him back out seemed to encircle him tightly, threatening an encore performance. Unwarranted, Leo suddenly recalled his first night on the city streets and nearly getting beaten to a pulp for sleeping on the wrong side of the block.
"Keep up cupcake, it's just around the corner." Hedge called back, gruffly but Leo suspected the old satyr was enjoying this far more than he let on. Whatever the case, Hedge was a smelly, loud, cranky reminder of camp and Leo secretly appreciated it.
"I'm coming." he muttered, hitching his backpack higher and wondering when the monsters would appear to try their luck at ripping him apart. His fingers brushed against Calypso's present- ambrosia mixed with gods only knew what else- and he smiled to himself.
He hated Mr D for splitting them up so soon after he'd gotten her back but ultimately she had a point- it was better to let Mr D have his victory for a little while and score some kind of peace and quiet.
The city was already colder than New York- winter wasn't so much creeping as it was railing against the end of fall. Biting winds flew through the streets, somehow reaching him on the crowded sidewalk, ruffling the mad curls of his hair and sending chills down his spine.
Idly, Leo wondered what Calypso would make of the Windy City. She was unused to the cold- at camp, he could tell when she was chilly because she usually buried her head into his shoulder and nudged his arm around her waist to warm her up. He ran at a hot and toasty 101 degrees normally, just a little over the rest of the population but most of his siblings did too so it wasn't cause for concern. It was also incredibly useful in warming his girlfriend up while she was still figuring out cardigans and jackets and winter in general.
The thought of her made him feel a little homesick already but he told himself not to whine. All he had to do was survive one week and then he got to see her again. How many monsters could Chicago possibly attract in one week?
They walked for what felt like an age but was really only about thirty minutes. Drenched in water and freezing, Leo bitterly regretted saying anything to Cluzinctup! and made a mental note to generally not piss off nymphs of any kind in the future. His tongue still tasted like the electrical zap had seared off his taste buds. Eventually he couldn't take the coach's ridiculous directions anymore.
"Coach, lemme look at it." he grumbled, snatching the printed instructions out of the satyr's grip.
"Excuse you cupcake, I am the primary protector for this mission-" Coach bellowed, scaring the hell out of two kids walking by. Leo ignored him, holding the nibbled sheet to his face carefully.
It took a little mental rearranging but Leo didn't need to read the whole thing- just the title of the print out was enough. "Coach. These instructions are for some place in Maine." Leo growled, unamused for once.
The coach scowled, ripped the directions back into his grip, squinting at them furiously and looking even angrier when he realised Leo's right. "Damn computers!" he snarled, tearing the printout to shreds. "I swear, I don't care what Mellie says, I'm gonna tear that thing out of the wall and beat it upside with my bat and-"
"That's nice, Coach." Leo mumbled, twisting his neck around and trying to remember a time when he was even smaller and way stupider. He thought that deli on the corner looked familiar…and now that he thought about it, there was a bookstore up that road which should be pretty close to where he'd slept in an alley that one time… "I think it's this way."
"What?" Hedge paused in the middle of his rant.
"Bearmont Shelter." He said, absently as he set off across the street. "It's this way. I think."
"You think?" the coach echoed, sceptically.
"Hey, at least I'm not trying to find streets that don't exist." Leo snapped back, certain that pairing him with the old satyr was all part of Mr D's plan to drive him mad.
"Fine. Lead on, Valdez." Hedge ordered, as though he was still in charge and Leo rolled his eyes before continuing on.
"I don't want to hear it Valdez."
"Just say it."
"No way in Hades."
"C'mon. I did good. Just say it."
"I could've done it-"
Leo snorted. "You were reading a map for an entirely different part of the country."
"Only took you an hour." Coach Hedge snarled, grumpily as they looked up at the big brick building which loomed up from the pavement, foggy windows peering back down at them like wide, sceptical eyes.
"I got here, didn't I?" Leo laughed, slightly energized by the victory. He could just picture Calypso rolling her eyes at his gloating.
"Shut it, cupcake." The coach muttered as he stormed forward, lumbering up to the entrance in his usual aggressive manner. A vein in his forehead had swelled because of Leo's revelling.
"I'm gonna take that as a thankyou Leo, you're so wonderful Leo, what would have become of this trip without you Leo-" he praised dramatically.
"One more word and I'm telling Mellie you called her cousin sparky." Coach threatened.
Leo ceased immediately with a mocking pout. "You're no fun, Coach." He whined, following the satyr inside.
Bearmont Shelter was clean and organised but it was still a homeless youth shelter and it showed in the faded paint on the walls, the thinning carpet and the slightly haggard expression on the volunteers behind the entrance post. Leo's amusement began to seep from him as more memories invaded his thoughts-
"Can't I stay?" he remembered asking, his composure snapping like twigs as he listened to the deafening rain outside. It shook the windows and beat against the door, reminding him of bad memories and truancy officers. "Just- just one night?"
The pitying but helpless face of the curly haired woman from behind the same entrance reception. "I'm sorry kid. We're full up. Can I call someone or-?"
Leo didn't let her finish. His spine immediately straightened, his shoulders relaxed, a lazy grin lit up his face. "Nah, I'll be fine. Thanks anyway lady." He replied, laughing as he backed out from the building entirely.
He wasn't going back. Not there. Not again. He was free and no one could catch him. He refused to be caught again.
The volunteers were different but they had the same expression- sympathetic, always sympathetic. Leo hated that face, no matter who wore it.
Leo wasn't entirely prepared for being back in Bearmont but he slipped into his usual jubilant mask out of habit: big grin, unfazed expression, quick tongue. He was ready for action.
"Can I help you gentlemen?" a man stepped forward to ask, the rest of them busily organising boxes of what he assumed were donations. He had light, fine hair, wrinkles bracketing his mouth and judging eyes. Leo didn't like him one bit.
Coach Hedge didn't seem to care much, stepping forward with all the confidence of a audacious, five foot tall stout satyr. "You in charge here?"
"Yes, my name is Albert Newman, I'm the shelter manager." The man corrected, peevishly.
"For now." One of the women behind him murmured. Leo hid a snicker.
"I'm the new staff." Hedge said, in a way that sounded like an order. "Sent in this morning and caught this one comin' in."
Which was news to Leo because he'd originally thought they were both going to be staff. When he tried to catch the Coach's eye, he could see a victorious grin creeping at the edge of the satyr's mouth before he quashed it. This was Hedge's revenge for mocking him about the directions, Leo realised, silently groaning.
Newman looked over Leo from head to toe and he wished he'd taken a second to confer with Hedge first because his clothes weren't wrinkled or torn or dirty the way they'd been last time and he'd have a harder time selling the story without them.
"I'm afraid we don't have any more beds in the boys' sector." he said with a tone that was borderline sneering. "And I didn't receive any notice of new staff-"
"Look, I'm here whether you like it or not." Coach ordered, staring at the man with iron determination in his eyes. Leo could suddenly feel the air shift around them and a shimmery kind of mirage suddenly filled the space between Coach and Newman. Mist, he realised. Hedge was controlling the Mist to get them in. Had he done this at the Wilderness School too? He wondered.
"I suppose so." Newman eventually muttered, turning his gaze back onto Leo. "But as for the boy-"
"Oh shut it Albert." Another woman sighed, appearing by his side with an annoyed expression. "We've got a couple of beds free, you know that."
"Fine." Newman nearly snapped. "You can show him up there then. As for you," he added, clicking his fingers at Coach Hedge who looked like he wanted to snap them by the knuckle. "Come with me. I'll show you where you'll be working."
With a single glance back at Leo, Hedge trotted (figuratively of course) off after Newman who stalked away like an upset goose. The woman sighed. "Ignore Bert, he's a grouch."
"Really? But he seemed so warm and generous." Leo said, raising a brow.
"What's your name kid?" she asked, gesturing for him to follow her as they exited into the room behind the entrance reception and climbed a flight of stairs.
"Le-Liam." Leo lied, cursing himself for the slip up. He used to be much better at this. "Liam Valden."
It reminded him of how Mr D address him for a moment. The woman smiled, tossing her long reddish mane of curls over her shoulder. "I'm Sophina." She introduced, the word strangely slurred as they entered what seemed to be a living sector. There were a couple of couches around the place, some worn down, broken chairs and tables and two dozen kids ranging from about six to his age. Some bordered the walls, like they didn't want to leave their backs vulnerable, others lazed on the ground alone and some in groups, quietly talking or muttering. The atmosphere was heavy between the kids which made Leo doubly glad that he'd ended up at Camp Half-Blood because otherwise, this would be his life. Day and days of trying to get by, sleeping in shelters and glaring at anyone else with a chest full of suspicion.
"This is the general space. We usually have therapy groups and counsellors but we're short-staffed at the moment." Sophina explained.
"I'm not all that into spilling my guts anyway." Leo said, absently as he searched the faces of the room for any that- that- what in Hades was he looking for?
"Well, we empty the shelter every week," Sophina said, sadly. "So it's good to make use of them while you're here."
So he basically had a week to find the half-bloods. Excellent.
She showed him the enormous sleeping room, filled to the brim with cots, each with their own grey blanket and pillow (it reminded him a little of Cabin 11 and he resolved not to leave his bag anywhere prying fingers could get to it…just in case), the bathrooms, the locked offices where the volunteer staff resided and finally, the kitchens. The kitchens were on the bottom floor, a set of doors leading in through the entrance, two on either side leading to the stairs and another exit to the alley behind the shelter. Leo counted the exits without meaning to but decided it was probably a good habit anyway.
Demigods could never be too careful, after all.
The room was filled with more kids, girls and boys, most of them shuffling into a single line behind the counter which lined one side of the room. Behind it the sound of dishes and pots clanged from the main kitchen. The linoleum felt worn beneath his sneakers and the lights were dull overhead but it was alright, as far as soup kitchens went.
"I'll let you settle in, Liam." Sophina said, watching him curiously. "I hope you'll enjoy your stay here."
"Thanks." He muttered, turning his attention to looking around for anything demigod-ish. What were this kids like anyway? Did they look like half-bloods? Would it kill them to wave some kind of sign his way like DEMIGODS HERE PLEASE HELP?
Sighing, Leo touched the ambrosia in his pocket one more time to reassure himself and figured it would've been too much good lucky to have found the kids his first night anyway.
The smell of stew was pretty tempting and the windows had grown dark so he grabbed a tray and headed to the end of the line. It moved pretty quickly (much quicker than Leo ever remembered) and soon he was grabbing a slightly stale piece of bread and holding his bowl out like everyone else. He fought back against the part of him that hated being back in this spot and concentrated on studying the faces in the line behind them surreptitiously. He probably wasn't going to find them right away but he should still probably look right? After all, the sooner he found these kids, the sooner he could get back to camp with-
"No way." He suddenly exclaimed, jaw dropping as his bowl began to fill with pale green, vegetable stew.
"Not. One. Word. Cupcake." Hedge repeated in a grunt but Leo couldn't help himself.
"How about four then? Nice hair net coach." He laughed at seeing Coach Hedge serving stew in a stained pink apron and thin net encapsulating his curls. No wonder the line was moving quick: if he didn't know better, Leo would want to get away from such a sight pretty hastily too.
"You seen anything yet?" the satyr ignored the joke, which Leo thought was pretty mature of him so he tried hard to follow the man's lead.
"Nothing." Leo replied, glancing around. "What am I supposed to look for anyway?"
The Coach shrugged. "You'll know 'em when you see 'em. Demigods recognise other demigods."
"Great." Leo mumbled back.
"Be careful cupcake," Coach added as he finished with Leo's serving. "There's something strange going on here."
"I'll say, I mean, you're wearing pink." Leo couldn't resist another joke and only quick reflexes made him rear backwards as Coach Hedge nearly dumped hot stew over his hands.
"Focus Valdez, you're in the field." Hedge growled, sternly.
"Okay, okay. What kind of strange?" Leo said, trying to not to wheeze with laughter.
"I can smell it." Hedge said, his eyes bright at the sound of a challenge.
"Wait, you mean, a monster?" Leo asked, frowning. "Seriously? We just got here-"
"Didn't think you'd back down from a fight Valdez." Coach mocked, with an excited glean to his expression at the prospect.
"Only fight I'd back down from is trying to take you seriously in that get-up." Leo shot back, tauntingly.
"It could be a griffin. Oh sweet pine needles, I haven't fought a griffin in years." Coach added, his focus distant as he handed back the bowl. Leo rolled his eyes but took his food and left, listening to Hedge imagining more monstrous foes behind him.
Choosing a seat in a shelter was worse than trying to pick one in a cafeteria as a new kid. The worst a table could do in high school was tell you to leave. Leo had one had a guy give him a black eye in one of the group homes in Texas for sitting near him.
He headed away from the older kids, suspecting that the demigods would be slightly younger if they were unclaimed. Thirteen, maybe? He took a seat at one of the long benches, near the corner and slightly away from everyone else. It was a good, isolated vantage point, he decided, taking a mouthful of stew.
Or so he thought.
"You're sitting in our seats." A fierce youngvoice said. For a second, Leo didn't think it could be aimed at him but then he felt a tap on his shoulder which felt more like a punch.
He turned, eyebrows raised when he took in the kids behind him, both with trays, a girl and a boy. They wore grubby hooded sweatshirts, worn jeans and dirty sneakers, like every other kid in the place but something about them was…different.
The boy was…pretty. It was the only word Leo had to describe it. He looked like a kid out of an old painting or something, like he should be wearing a frilled shirt and buckled shoes. He was incredibly skinny with golden blonde hair that grew like a halo around his face and pale green eyes which studied Leo furtively, his entire body exuding a slightly nervous, twitchy energy.
The girl, on the other hand, looked ready to beat him into the ground, despite being half his size.
Leo gasped, mock-astonished. "Your seats- oh my gods, well, if I'd known, I mean, would you look at that?- I don't care." He added in an unimpressed tone.
There were a few snickers from down the table and the girl's hands curled around the edges of her tray until her knuckles turned white. "They're our seats." She repeated, her pale blue eyes turning even darker.
"Whatever kiddo."
"Don't call me that."
"Okay munchkin." Leo replied, unfazed. She was short and skinny, much more than Leo and her whole attitude was so excessive, he could hardly take her seriously. He wondered how she'd gotten here, looking like she was a minute away from biting everyone's heads off all the time.
Her hands shook and she looked about ready to thump him until the boy tugged on the sleeve of her shirt. "Daisy, c'mon, there's seats a little further down." He suggested, quietly but his voice was steady.
"No, these are our seats." The girl snapped, stubbornly.
Leo took a second look at her and frowned, something about the set of her jaw giving him pause. They looked like they could've been about thirteen-ish, maybe a little younger. And there was just something about them, like-
Like he'd met them before.
Suddenly aware he was staring, he shrugged. "You're welcome to try making me move munchkin or you could sit down and eat. Your stew's getting cold." He pointed out, unable to resist the quip.
Daisy looked ready to take him up on the offer but the boy tugged on her sleeve again and pushed her towards the opposite side of the table where she grudgingly sat. "So what're you in for?" Leo asked, his grin back up but internally, he wondered how these two demigod kids ended up in Chicago alone, if that's who they were. They looked skinny, tired and a little wary.
"None of your damn business." The girl snapped.
Make that a lot wary.
"Touchy." Leo laughed. "You're gonna have to get over that. Or at least come up with a good story."
"What do you know about it?" Daisy asked, bitingly.
"More than you pint-sized." Leo replied, amused. The more she talked, the more he started to think they were younger than they looked. Like kittens pretending to be lions.
"Don't call me that either." She demanded. If she came up higher than his shoulder, maybe he would've been a little more threatened but as it was, Leo was kind of just entertained.
"We're just here for the food and the beds." The boy spoke up, evenly. "Nothing else."
"Fair enough." Leo shrugged, eating more. "So where you from?
"What's with all the questions?" she seethed. The excessive aggression was so familiar, he thought, idly and then he realised: she reminded him of Calypso when he'd first arrived on Ogygia. The comparison made him smile slightly.
"No reason, just making conversation." Leo replied, in the same easy mannered way he knew had driven his girlfriend up the wall.
"Well cut it out." She spat, eating her food with narrowed eyes. Her face was angular and thin, freckled all over and framed with thick dark hair but her gaze was gunmetal grey with all her pent up frustration.
He held his hands up in surrender, growing surer and surer that these were the kids. Coach Hedge had said he'd recognise them, right? Well, these were the only kids that jumped out at him. Literally.
They ate silently after that and when they got up to put their trays back, Leo followed, innocently even when Daisy glared at him.
He followed a few feet behind them, close enough to catch snippets of their conversation, although they spoke in whispers, heads bent together. "…not one of them…" the boy was saying, warily.
"…annoying…be careful…kill…last time…" Daisy added. "Michael…promise…"
"Fine." The boy added, dumping his tray along with hers on the allotted piles. They left through one of the side doors and with a glance to Coach Hedge who was still serving stew, he followed, dumping his tray and garbage. He was 99% sure but just in case, he had to check, he had to-
Oof! The moment he stepped through the door, his foot caught on something sticking up from the ground and in an instant, he was flat on the ground, teeth aching, chest reverberating from the force. "What in all the gods-?" he wheezed and turned over, only to find a steely eyed Daisy beside the now closed door, one sneaker-clad foot sticking out to trip him.
She reached for something in her hoodie pocket and Leo could only catch a glimpse of shiny metal before the jagged shard of corrugated steel, like from a fence or worksite was poised at his throat. It was filed down on one side into a rough, sharp edge and the feeling of it pressed to his neck made his heart jump with alarm.
"Don't come near us again." She demanded, her voice echoing in the empty space. "Don't look at us. Don't talk to us. Just leave us alone. Got it?" she didn't wait for him to reply, just backed off, still holding her makeshift knife as she climbed the stairs, joining Michael half way up.
Leo waited there until the footsteps ceased and let out a weak chuckle. Forget monsters, he thought, sarcastically. I'm gonna be murdered in my sleep by one of the little people.
He rolled onto his side and shook his head, wondering how on earth he was going to persuade two kids who hated him to follow him back to camp because they were sure as hell the half-bloods he was looking for.
A/N: So what do we think of Daisy and Michael, my little demigod OCs?
Reviews:
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