A/N: This was the first leo/reyna piece I ever wrote, I was initially intending to have it be the start of a long story. Still probably will extend it one day. Enjoy!

At first, Reyna didn't think much of Leo Valdez. In fact, when she first met him she literally had no opinion of him at all, being much too busy with Jason 'I have no memory at all' Grace and Piper 'I'm obviously in love with Jason' Mclean and Annabeth 'We might be friends or enemies' Chase. That scruffy looking, grease smudged boy with a cocky smile wasn't exactly on Reyna's list of people to see. She was a praetor after all. She had more important things to worry about than repair boys. Or so she thought.

By the time she actually noticed him, it was too late and stupid Leo Valdez was firing cannons Camp Jupiter. He was attacking her home. Hers. Hers because it was the only place she'd ever felt safe and hers because the people had elected her as praetor and they expected her to protect them. And people who attacked her home were nothing more than dirt to Reyna. She hated Leo for attacking her home. She hated every single bit of him, from his shoes to his hair to his eyes, even though they'd hardly meet. That was how much Reyna loved her home.

In the month or so between the Greeks escaping Camp Jupiter on the Argo and them coming back to stop the Roman army from attacking Camp Half-Blood, Reyna had built up a very nice picture of Leo Valdez in her head. It involved Leo being a good for nothing, nasty, back stabbing, Greek. The worst kind of Greek. The reckless, lazy, stupid kind. The kind that fired cannons at people's homes for no reason. Reyna liked this picture of hers very much. Sure, she'd started thinking better of Annabeth and their group as a whole after she'd saw Annabeth at Fort Sumter. But that didn't mean Reyna didn't dislike Greeks. Especially ones named Leo.

The Greeks tried to tell Reyna after everything got sorted out and the Roman army stopped invading Camp Half-Blood that it hadn't Leo's fault. Hazel and Frank explained that there had been these spirits possessing people, and that Leo had been possessed. But Reyna was having none of that. She nodded and smiled tightly when they said it, because she was praetor and praetors were supposed to be mature and grown up, but inside her opinion was the same. She did not like Leo Valdez one bit.

She liked him even less when she actually met him. She'd spent so much time disliking him that she'd began to convince herself that she was overreacting, but it turned out that he was even worse than she thought.

"Wow, I can see why your name means queen in Spanish," He had said, grinning like an idiot. Reyna had seen red. She'd wanted to slap him so hard he fell into Tartarus.

"How nice of you to say that," She said icily.

"That's what I'm here for," He'd grinned, and she had felt her temperature rising.

He'd looked confused at her glare. It wasn't till Piper had leaned over and whispered to him, probably something like remember when you shot at Camp Jupiter with a cannon? that he stopped looking puzzled.

"Oh gods, I'm so—" he'd started to say, turning pale and tripping over his words to apologize, but Reyna had interrupted him.

"Idiota," She'd spat, and stormed away.

And that was how Reyna meet Leo Valdez.

Leo knew from the minute he saw Reyna that he was going to like her. She was pretty and intimidating and smart and exactly his type, which of course meant that he was doomed. He didn't even want to like her—he'd learned his lesson from that ice princess on the quest and all the other beautiful, unapproachable girls that had rejected him throughout the years—but he knew he was going to anyway. It was the nature of being Leo Valdez.

He had convinced himself, in the moments before they actually meet face to face, that he was going to be mature. That he was going to not screw this up and not make some joke that he thought was funny, but was really not. That even if he liked her, he wasn't going to make an idiot out of himself. But the minute Frank said, 'and this is Reyna, Praetor of New Rome' all his mature, confident thoughts flew out the window. It was like a reflex. If Leo Valdez came up with a joke, then by gods Leo Valdez was going to say it.

"Wow, I can see why your name means queen in Spanish," He'd said, grinning. Her expression had immediately turned from 'mildly upset' to 'I fucking hate your guts' the space three seconds.

"How nice of you to say that," She had said, ice queen style.

"That's what I'm here for," He'd said. He'd already realized the mistake he'd made, but since he was already in this mess, he figured he should go all in.

She'd just stood there, staring and glaring at him. He had been starting to wonder why she looked so pissed off—his joke had been bad but not that bad—when Piper leaned over and whispered to him:

"I think she's mad about when you accidently attacked Camp Jupiter from the Argo,"

Leo's stomach had dropped like a broken elevator. "Oh gods, I'm so—" He'd started to say.

But she'd interrupted him. "Idiota," She said, whirled about, her clock nearly hitting him in the face, and stalked away.

And that was how Leo Valdez pissed off yet another pretty girl.