Leo Valdez: The One They Disregarded (Discontinued)

Chapter 1: How It Began

-3rd Person-

The crew of the Argo III sailed along, their journey over but not forgotten. After Leo had rebuilt the ship and the newest prophecy had been issued, (please, don't ask) the seven found themselves doing the same as they had before.

Absolutely nothing.

"I'm so borrrrrrrreeeedd," Percy moaned so loud, you could hear it past the mess hall and to the engine room. (Heheheheheh...)

Jason sighed into his pizza and gave Percy a pointed look. "Are you asking for a monster attack?"

"No," Percy huffed. "But we haven't had any activity for daaaaaayyyyssss."

"Shut up, Percy!" Nico shouted from the engine room. "We can hear you crying from here!"

"When did Nico get on board...?" Frank mumbled, and Piper shrugged.

"Shadow travel."

Hazel looked up from her bowl of gumbo. "It's a good thing we haven't had any attacks. Leo said that the ship isn't fully completed, and he still has to do lots of work, even with Nico's help. Remember, this is the Argo III. It's not done, and it's not as good as the Argo II was."

"Plus, Leo did just come back from the dead." Piper reminded him.

"And, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth walked into the mess hall and put her chin on Percy's head. "We probably scare the Hades out of monsters now."

Frank snorted. "Yeah, we probably scare a couple of gods too."

"Maybe Khione will finally lay off," Piper said hopefully.

"And Hera, too." Leo sighed wistfully as he walked into the room with Nico. "Now that would be luck."

"Please, that'd be a dream come true." Annabeth said. They all laughed - expect Nico, who just cracked a small smile.

Percy calmed down first. "I guess you guys are right. Might as well enjoy this peace while it lasts, eh?"

Then the ship lurched forward, causing the demigods to tumble about, and a bright light filled the room.

(A/N: I was gonna end it here, but I thought better of it...I mean, only having 250 words? What kind of a jerk would I be?)

Asclepius, the god of medicine, tumbled into the room with golden handcuffs on his wrists. He landed on his knees as another woman stepped into the room.

Jason choked on his pizza, and Piper made a muffled screaming noise.

"Medea," Leo gasped out.

"Hello, Piper, Leo," the sorceress smiled sweetly. "Jason."

"Medea?" Annabeth's eyes widened. "The sorceress? I thought they killed you!"

"Oh they did, sweetie," Medea turned towards Annabeth, the creepy smile still plastered on her face. "I just came back, is all."

"How?" Nico asked, standing up and gripping the hilt of his sword. "The Doors of Death are closed."

Medea then faced Nico, who paled - well, more than normal - and narrowed his eyes. "You must be Nico di Angelo, the Ghost King. I've heard so much about you. Your trip through Tartarus alone - very impressive."

Nico growled, and Percy quickly tried to change topics. "Why are you here?"

The sorceress smiled at Percy and Annabeth. "And you two must be Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase. Maybe I can work with you."