Bonjour, Flaming Valdez fans! I decided to write another story because well . . . I felt like it, so . . . yeah. Anywhom, you're probably wondering what kind of story this genius mind thought of so I'll tell you! It's a bunch of random scenes from PJO of HOO or scenes that never happened and I just wanted to make up. It sounds stupid but trust me, they're pretty good if I do say so myself! So give them a read and judge them after because remember kids, you should never judge a book by it's cover ; )
It'll Be Okay
Leo and Hazel
Leo couldn't stand the silence anymore. He stood, and immediately all eyes were on him. "I'm gonna go talk to her."
Jason was on his feet in an instant. "No, you're not. She's seriously unstable, Leo, she could- "
"Shut up." The sons and daughters of Hephaestus winced, averting their eyes as their senior counselor's tone turned sharp in a way it usually never did; none of them watched Leo throw a heated stare in Jason's direction, pausing on his way past the campfire. "She'd never hurt me- she'd never hurt any of us."
And to his credit, the son of Jupiter hesitated for a moment. Then he went on with the sensitivity of a tornado, "You don't know that. She probably thinks her mom is alive again, and she's probably going mad in that cabin of hers, wanting to get a hold of her- "
The fire behind Leo roared ten feet higher, and everyone around it but his siblings and Piper drew back with a collective gasp. The pyrokinetic boy's eyes flashed, and he didn't have to say anything at all; he walked away, and the fire settled down. He heard Piper's voice snap something disapproving and Jason respond in humbled tones.
It had taken every ounce of self-control he had to stay with the other campers anyway. It wasn't fair that he had to sit there with the rest of the masses while Hazel was holed up by herself, suffering.
As he approached the camp, he saw a head whip around to face him, a rather familiar demigod. He offered Frank a weak smile, receiving a glare in return. He really didn't like him for some reason.
"She won't open the door," the son of Mars ground out, concern making him look more vicious than usual. "She won't let me in."
"She doesn't want to," Leo said with straining patience, and gestured for him to get out of the way as he stepped up to the door. He saw out of the corner of his eye Frank start to walk back to the campfire, nervously looking back. At least he cares more about Hazel than about who helps her. He took a deep breath and called out, "Hazel? It's Leo."
His only response was silence; the cabin remained dark and still.
"Listen... I know you've had just about all you can take of people pushing their feelings on you when all you want to do is feel your own stuff first. All of it- it's overwhelming." He clenched his fists and thought of those first few foster homes, those strangers who'd looked down on him with such pity.
"All these people, crowding you with useless words- like somehow suffocating you with them will make things better. Telling you they care- that makes it worse. Right? Because it makes everything so much heavier, and now it's about to crush you."
"And you don't want to deal with their shit. You want to deal with you, and you just want to be alone. But Hazel . . . it’s scary.” His heart was thumping in his ears as he remembered those nights in the sewers, curled in on himself and sobbing his heart out with no idea how to stop.
"When all those people finally back off, and you're finally on your own- " His words were choked suddenly- when did that happen? His eyes stung, wetness dripping down his cheeks; he barely felt it. "When you're finally on your own you don't know what to do, Hazel. You just keep bleeding and there's no one there to help anymore 'cause you ran away."
Ran away from the worried faces and friendly smiles because they felt too much like home.
"And somewhere way deep down, you think you don't deserve them. Because in the end, it's all your fault- and everyone will tell you different and you don't want to hear it, you can't face it. Because you know they're wrong."
And she'd still be alive if it wasn't for you, Leo. Your mother would be alive if it wasn't for you.
"But you still wish someone would just look you in the eye and tell you it's okay. Even if it's a lie. You just want to hear them say it." He bit his lip to keep in a sob that he knew would break him if he let it and closed his eyes. "Just one time."
"And...I don't want you to go through that, Hazel. You'll come out hurting, and...and scarred." The scars don't go away. "So if...I can help...I want to help. I want to help you- "
Leo didn't have time to do anything but blink through heavy tears as arms pulled him in, close and tight, against someone's chest. Hazel was holding him like someone who deserved it.