Post Blood of Olympus

Hey guys! Blood of Olympus ended, and I felt like the heroes should get a happy ending. This is basically about Leo coming back, and I feel as if it's very funny. If you don't want the adventure to end, give me 50 comments (Send to your friends) and I'll add another Great Prophecy and continue the series. I swear on the River Styx.

UPDATE:

I've started doing this in my stories, and this is just what song represents this chapter. I suggest listening to it while reading my chapters, but you can do whatever. :)

Song of the Chapter: Every Night - IMAGINE DRAGONS

The Reunion

I

LEO

Leo was glad to be alive again. If he'd died, he wouldn't be here, riding on the warm back of his bruised mechanical dragon, Festus, with Calypso's arms around his waist, on their way back to the mortal world.

They were flying through the clouds, but Leo's GPS told him that they were currently flying a little ways off Camp Half-Blood's coast. He had decided to set Festus down near Bunker 9 to make repairs, clean himself up a bit, and get Calypso a comfortable place to stay before going into camp to see Chiron first.

Leo peered through the clouds around them, but he could only make out vague details.

"Take us down a bit, buddy," Leo instructed.

Festus snorted steam and dropped a bit, leaving Leo's stomach a few feet in the air. Calypso yelped and held tighter.

"You okay, sunshine?" he asked, looking over his shoulder.

"Are you kidding me?" she retorted, a serious and annoyed expression returning Leo's gaze.

He gulped. First few minutes of having a girlfriend, and he'd already screwed it up?

Calypso's face broke into a wide smile. "This is the most fun I've ever had!" Leo raised an eyebrow and grinned.

"Is that a challenge?" Before Calypso could answer, he tapped Morse code onto Festus' neck in order to avoid Calypso knowing what he was planning.

"What are you-" her voice stopped as Festus shot into the air.

Calypso's arms around Leo got tighter. He smiled at the unexpected warmth her arms gave.

Festus flew straight into the air and bent backwards, starting a loop de loop. In the middle of the flip, Leo let go of Festus and started free falling towards the ocean far below them.

The wind whistled by his ears and blew his curly hair in all directions. Leo saw Festus shoot down and dive towards them, his claws open and his wings spread far apart.

Leo jerked to the side as Festus caught them in a flash of Celestial Bronze.

He looked over at Calypso and she was laughing, her face still in a bright smile.

"What about that?" he grinned. Her face showed confusion.

She can't hear me, he realized. He cocked his head and slightly raised an eyebrow. He gave her a thumbs up, an obvious gesture that meant: good?

She nodded and gave him two thumbs up. Awesome!

Then, she did something he did not expect her to do. She started tapping on the dragon. He could feel the tapping as it rippled through Festus, and recognized it with shock.

Calypso knew Morse code?

Leo paid more attention to what Calypso was tapping. Let's not do that again.

He laughed, for the first time since he came back. It felt familiar, and good. The laughter vibrated his rib cage and warmed his lungs. He winced and looked down at his chest.

The clothes he'd been wearing were mere rags now, but he could see about an inch of Imperial Gold shrapnel embedded in his side. It seemingly melted into his skin and disappeared.

He looked back at Calypso, his face set in determination.

Agreed, he replied. Her brow furrowed in concern.

Are you okay?

Sunshine, you sound like you doubt me.

You guess right, repair boy.

I told you, I'm the Supersized McShizzle, and sons of Hephaestus don't lie.

Then you're the first.

Leo smiled. He wondered how far he was from Camp Half-Blood and started looking around. When he saw it, he smiled.

It was nighttime; perfect time to sneak in without being seen. He could see lights going off for "lights out" as the forges' fires dimmed. The Big House had a single light on, and through the window, Leo could spot a certain centaur smoking a pipe.

The camp had mostly recovered from the Greek vs. Roman vs. Gaea showdown, but signs of battle were still evident. There were crevices where grass was torn and created a little crater.

He remembered the curfew harpies came out at night, and hastily touched a button behind Festus' right leg, where he was situated. Festus disappeared.

Calypso watched Leo cautiously. She probably wouldn't trust him when they were on Festus for a week, but Leo was too distracted to really notice.

His hands were shaking and he started to sweat. What if they were angry with him for sacrificing himself? What if forty years had passed while he was dead and at Ogygia?

Warmth spread through his hand and he jumped. Leo looked down, afraid his hand was on fire. All he saw was Calypso's hand warily hovering near his. He met her gaze.

Sorry, he apologized. Thought my hand was on fire.

She slipped her hand into his and squeezed gently. She stared off into the distance.

So this is Camp Half-Blood?

Yeah. Do you like it?

No response. Leo cocked his head slightly in question. Calypso was still looking at Camp Half-Blood, as if she were in a trance.

It's beautiful. She looked at the son of Hephaestus and made a face.

He blinked. Leo hadn't realized he'd been staring and hastily looked at the camp. He felt his cheeks redden, but he wasn't sure if it was embarrassment or fire.

Put us down at Bunker 9, Leo told Festus. He rumbled instead of clacking and clicking and Leo sighed as he felt the hum of a well-working machine.

He had told his father about his idea for Festus and his plan to defeat Gaea. Hephaestus had smiled and said: No matter what, Leo, you made me a very proud father.

That was one of Leo's happiest memories. The god of the forge had also replaced Festus' old and complicated machine parts, so that Leo wouldn't have too many things that could go wrong.

Festus lowered them quietly into the forest and brought Leo out of his thoughts. He jumped the last few feet onto the deathly silent forest and held out his hand.

Calypso took it and slid gracefully out of the dragon's talons.

She stumbled abruptly and Leo caught her. She looked up at him as he held her, enjoying the silent woods.

He drank in her appearance – her caramel colored hair, dark almond eyes, and her cinnamon scent that couldn't seem to disappear or fade, no matter how hard she worked.

And she was stunningly beautiful.

She righted herself and gently pulled away. Leo blushed a little. He was pleased to find that the daughter of Atlas was blushing too.

"Alright," he whispered. "We'll want to stay out of sight." Calypso looked behind him.

"What's that cliff doing here?"

Leo turned around to see the disguised door of his workshop. He ran to it, eager to get back to his familiar surroundings. Calypso followed at his heals.

Leo opened a small compartment and pressed a button. A mechanical door silently slid open, revealing a large warehouse filled with thousands of blueprints and hundreds machines, all neatly organized on iron shelves.

The blueprints for the Argo II lay open upon a tilted work desk, while a childish picture of the same picture hung, tacked to the wall as if it was the most important piece in the whole bunker.

In a way, it was. Without him seeing it in a dream when he was little, he would've tried to build a giant airplane, and that wouldn't have worked as well as the Argo II had.

The Argo II. Salty tears pricked at his eyelids as fond memories of building the ship with his brothers and sisters as well as memories with the rest of the seven came to his mind in vivid detail, as if it had all happened yesterday.

His siblings probably thought he was dead, and Jason and Piper were going to kill him when they found out he wasn't in Underworld. Would they want him back? After lying to them, well, not really lying, but not really telling the truth – would they even trust him? Had they moved on? How much time had passed since he'd, um, how'd he die anyway? The heat? Did he explode? Obviously not: he was still here and not in tiny pieces of Leo-guts.

He looked at himself and nearly jumped out of his skin with realization. His clothes hung from his body, torn, smoldering, and covered in soot. He could say the same for himself. His face was dirty, his limbs were still smoking, but he was glad his pants didn't really burn. That would've been really embarrassing – especially since he went straight to Ogygia next. They should get cleaned up first.

He pressed another button among the hundreds of bright red ones on the wall and the roof opened – large enough for Festus to get in, but not nearly big enough for the Argo II.

The bronze dragon came down gracefully and landed on the cold ground of Bunker 9 amazingly quiet. Not a sound echoed through the warehouse apart from Leo and Calypso's steady breathing.

He closed the roof and beckoned for Calypso to follow him as he strode from one end of the bunker to the other, where two heavy brown doors stood.

Leo knew that, because this was a bunker, after all, that they would have places to sleep. He'd found them and put some stuff here while he was working on the Argo II, including clothes for him. Sometimes, when he was concentrating hard on the machine, he would burn his clothes off and stand in the middle of gawking brothers and sisters. Then it got awkward.

He led her into the room on the left. It was a small room, but bigger than Calypso's old one. The walls were stone and so was the floor and ceiling. A soft, brown carpet lay in the middle of the floor. A light bulb hung from the stone ceiling and a lamp sat on a table. A door stood at one end of the room. Leo knew it led to a white tile bathroom – big enough for someone who wasn't a daughter of Aphrodite, because those girls needed a thousand tools just for their hair. A single, but comfortable cot with white sheets, two white pillows, and a soft green quilt waited on the far side of the room while a small kitchenette with a fully loaded refrigerator and pantry just begged to be cooked in. Across the room was a reasonably sized wardrobe and a comfortable reading chair.

Leo walked to the middle of the room, spread his arms and looked at Calypso. "Like?"

She surged forward, and threw herself on Leo. He caught her in his arms and they kissed.

They stood there and in that small room, nothing else mattered. It was just the two of them. One of her hands gently gripped his hair, while the other was on his shoulder. His arms were on her waist and his eyes were closed, enjoying the feeling of her lips pressing gently against his. He smiled.

Calypso pulled back. Her dark eyes twinkled, sparkling with hope and thankfulness.

"I never got to thanking you," she said. Leo, still dazed from the goddess, could only nod blankly. "I just…I'm just really grateful that you would come back for me."

"I had to," he replied. "I swore on the River Styx."

"But you didn't have to make an oath." They stood in comfortable silence. A question nagged at Leo. There's ADHD for demigods: always thinking about off topic subjects.

"So," he started, rocking back and forth. "Just to be clear, where are we relationship wise? Are you my crush or my girlfriend?"

She thought for a minute. "What would you want?"

"Girlfriend," he replied instantly. The words he'd just spoken actually processed in his mind. He turned away and tugged at his hair. A soft hand touched his shoulder.

"Girlfriend it is then." Calypso smiled. Leo faced her. His heart thumped and his chest swelled up with pleasure.

"Well, Sunshine, I have to get cleaned up."

"Yes you do."

"Hey! I'm not that bad!" Calypso's nose wrinkled. Leo smiled.

She playfully pushed his chest. "Get going, Repair Boy." She started gently pushing him out of her new room when he turned around.

"Correction." He stuck up his forefinger like he was pointing at the ceiling. "I am the Supersized McShizzle. If you're going to be on Team Leo, you've gotta get my nickname right." She smiled and rolled her eyes.

"Goodnight, Leo."

"Goodnight, Sunshine."

And with that, he closed her door, genuinely smiling from ear to ear. He walked into his room – which wasn't much different except for unfinished inventions laying about everywhere – and opened his closet. Since he used to often burn his clothes, he kept extras.

He showered and brushed his teeth before taking off his burnt shirt and pants and exchanged them for a simple cream-colored shirt with some comfortable brown pants. He pulled back his covers and turned his light out.

He thought about what to do tomorrow, but sleep can wear out someone who has died, come back to life, and gone to Ogygia in pretty much one day. He decided he needed to find out the date first, then sleep overtook him and he slept peacefully, with no dreams.

So, I'm not sure if I should keep going with this story. If the answer's a yes, then please Review. I will not post anymore chapters unless I get at least one review. That's all I'm asking for. Until then, Bob says hello!