Plexure (leo Valdez x male reader)

13) Something bad is going to happen

I WISHED THE DRAGON HADN'T landed on the toilets.
Of all the places to crash, a line of Porta-Potties would not have been my first choice. A dozen of the blue plastic boxes had been set up in the factory yard, and Festus had flattened them all. Fortunately, they hadn't been used in a long time, and the fireball from the crash incinerated most of the contents; but still, there were some pretty gross chemicals leaking out of the wreckage. Leo and I had to pick our way through and try not to breathe through my nose. Heavy snow was coming down, but the dragon's hide was still steaming hot. Of course, that didn't bother Leo, but it kinda did bother me.
After a few minutes climbing over Festus's inanimate body, I notice that Leo was starting to get irritated. The dragon looked perfectly fine. Yes, it had fallen out of the sky and landed with a big ka-boom, but its body wasn't even dented. The fireball had apparently come from built up gasses inside the toilet units, not from the dragon itself. Festus's wings were intact. Nothing seemed broken. There was no reason it should have stopped.
"Not my fault," he muttered. "Festus, you're making me look bad."
Then he opened the control panel on the dragon's head, and Leo's heart sank. "Oh, Festus, what the heck?"
The wiring had frozen over. I shook my head thinking about the ice princess.
I looked around the place trying not to throw up. This place sucked.
"Right," Leo muttered, brushing the snow off his shoulders. "Gimme a nylon bristle detail brush, some nitrile gloves, and maybe a can of that aerosol cleaning solvent."
The tool belt obliged. I felt complete fascination about the belt. I couldn't understand why it happened but it happened. Leo got what he asked for. Does it give him everything?
I helped Leo clean off the control disk. While we worked, snow collected on the cooling dragon. Leo had to stop from time to time to summon fire and melt it away. I always had to back away from him for some moments.
It was oddly quiet despite knowing Leo for a little while, he is anything but quiet, but he was right now.
"Enough, Valdez," he scolded himself. "Nobody's going to play any violins for you just because you're not important. Fix the stupid dragon."
"Leo," I said stopping. "What? Everyone is important." I touched his shoulder making him look at me. "You are important."
We stared at each other for who know how long but then a voice came.
Alister is right, Leo it said.
Leo fumbled his brush and dropped it into the dragon's head. I turned around standing not seeing who spoke until I looked at the ground. Snow and chemical sludge from the toilets, even the asphalt itself was shifting like it was turning to liquid. A ten-foot-wide area formed eyes, a nose, and a mouth —the giant face of a sleeping woman.
She didn't exactly speak. Her lips didn't move. But I could hear her voice in my head, as if the vibrations were coming through the ground, straight into my feet and resonating up my skeleton.
They need you desperately, she said. In some ways, you are the most important of the seven—like the control disk in the dragon's brain. Without you, the power of the others means nothing. They will never reach me, never stop me. And I will fully wake.
"You." Leo was shaking so badly. "You killed my mom."
The face shifted. The mouth formed a sleepy smile like it was having a pleasant dream. Ah, but Leo. I am your mother too—the First Mother. Do not oppose me. Walk away now. Let my son Porphyrion rise and become king, and I will ease your burdens. You will tread lightly on the earth.
Leo grabbed the nearest thing he could find—a Porta- Potty seat—and threw it at the face. "Leave me alone!"
The toilet seat sank into the liquid earth. Snow and sludge rippled, and the face dissolved.
Who was she? I did not know the answer to that question. First mother. Porphyrion to become king. My face scrunched up thinking.
Then from the direction of the factory, I heard a crash —like two dump trucks slamming together. Metal crumpled and groaned, and the noise echoed across the yard. Instantly I knew that Jason and Piper were in trouble.
Walk away now, the voice had urged.
"Not likely," Leo growled. "Gimme the biggest hammer you got."
He reached into his tool belt and pulled out a three-pound club hammer with a double-faced head the size of a baked potato. Leo looked at me and I nodded making an agreement. Then he jumped off the dragon's back and ran toward the warehouse as I went after him.