You would think I'd eventually stop writing these but... Here's another reunion guys! Starts from the moment he leaves all the way through to his return. Somehow imagining this stuff really never gets boring.

Disclaimer: I don't own Leo and Calypso, but I love them dearly and tend to project myself into their characters.

Enjoy!

What. Just. Happened.

Calypso's heart was beating at a mile a minute, and she was pretty darn sure it wasn't because she had run back to her cave.

She was shaking. When she had kissed him on the beach, it had taken every ounce of her willpower not to do it again. The shocking, blissful sensations of his warmth and his hands and his smell and the taste of his lips-

"Styx!" She shouted loudly, her voice echoing through the cave. She doubled over, her heart throbbing in pain. How could this have happened? After being so certain this whole time that she couldn't fall in love with him, the last thing she expected was to feel so hurt when he left.

She banged her fists against the cave wall, screaming out every swear word in every language she knew. It didn't help. Breathing hard, she suddenly felt light-headed and dizzy. She slowly slid herself down to the ground with her back against the wall. The world seemed to be closing in around her. She focused on breathing evenly, staying very still. After a few minutes the world finally stopped spinning, and she closed her eyes.

It didn't usually hurt this much. Usually she could see it coming. With her past heroes, she had fallen gradually with lots of time to brace herself for the pain. But with Leo... she didn't even realize she was falling until she had already hit the ground. Hard.

He did it so sneakily too. He managed to slip so swiftly into her life here that she didn't even notice how much she needed him there. As much as he annoyed her each day, she found that those annoying habits were the ones that let her know she wasn't alone. He had a way of understanding her that she couldn't explain. It was almost like he already knew her. He always seemed to know what to say at exactly the right moments. What had begun as a deal to coexist had somehow developed into a work relationship, then into a friendship, and now she was suddenly struggling to breathe at the thought of living without him.

She was not ready for him to go. Not now! Not now, when there was so much she wanted to tell him! And yet she had pushed him to leave. She had sent him away as fast as she could, because if she didn't, she would not have let him go at all.

Calypso shivered, thinking once again about that kiss on the beach. Gods, what she would give to do that again... Was this normal? It was only a kiss! And yet she felt maddeningly unfinished with that infuriating boy. Gods, she wanted to slap him! Honestly. How could he be so infuriating when he was here, and be just as infuriating when he wasn't here?!

She just couldn't win.

Calypso balled her fists. She had to do something. Walking over to her work table, she rummaged through some of the left over cloth and tools from their project. You'd think she would have been more prepared for this. Everything around her was devoted to getting Leo off of her island, and yet his leaving still felt like a painful punch in the gut.

Something poking out from under the table suddenly caught her eye. Kneeling down, she identified it as an old, dusty, unused suitcase.

Calypso had a vague memory of it appearing one day a couple of millennia back. She had no idea why, since she was supposedly here forever. Seeing it now, she figured, what the hell.

She pulled it out from under the table and threw it open onto her bed. She went over to her closet and grabbed a handful of clothes.

As she packed, her mind began to wander, and for the first time in her existence, Calypso began to wonder if forever really meant forever. Obviously her punishment was said to be forever - an eternity of emotional torture. To be honest, the punishment wasn't too surprising. Even before the Titan War, the gods never liked her much. She was naive, self-centered, and seductive. When she was young, she truly believed she could make any man fall in love with her through physical appeal and looks. So when she naively stood with the titans during the war, the gods decided to teach her a lesson.

Calypso hadn't realized this until later, of course. Over time, as each hero came and left, she did learn of her own insignificance, and the importance of putting the needs of others above her own. She had learned what it meant to really care about someone else, to be selfless, and how to be a good friend.

It seemed that she still was rather naive though. Somehow, she had never given up hope that eventually the gods would lift her curse and set her free. She had stupidly thought that if she really learned her lesson and was able to prove that she wasn't who she used to be, that things could change.

But then Leo Valdez stood in front of the raft, looking at her like no one else had. His eyes made her feel like she was important, like she was needed... and Calypso finally realized her last lesson:

No matter what she did and no matter who they sent to her island, forever really meant forever.

Tears ran down her cheeks. She was not ready to accept that yet. What else did she have, if not the hope that one day things could be different? She wasn't sure she would ever be able to accept forever as forever.

Calypso paused her packing, and looked around her cave at all the murals and tapestries and the millions of projects she had worked on over the years... This cozy place, that she had come to call home.

Looking at it now, a growing anger began rising in her chest. Home? She called this home? This was the home of a pathetic tragedy! The home of a girl who believed she could wait around for eternity for her Prince Charming to finally save her.

No. Calypso was not going to be that naive, tragic, pathetic girl any longer. She grabbed another handful of clothing out of her closet. I have to go home, she thought. Yes, that's exactly where I'm going. I'll go find Leo. Leo is home. He will take me home.

Thinking of Leo again made her cry harder as she folded the clothes into the suitcase. Forever is not forever, she tried to convince herself. I have control. I'm going to go home whether the gods like it or not!

She was shaking again. She tried to be strong. She had to be like Leo, believing that she would just have to achieve the impossible.

But it was impossible! It was! She couldn't just get up and leave!

"What am I doing?!" She exclaimed aloud. She sat down on her bed next to the suitcase and pressed her hands against her wet, bloodshot eyes. This whole thing was pointless. She couldn't go anywhere. Leo was already gone. He was as good as dead, and if she tried for a moment to follow him, this entire prison island would turn against her and keep her on the shore.

"I just want to go home!" She shouted out, falling back onto the bed. As if anyone was listening. As if anyone even cared.

Leo cared.

Or so she hoped.

"I need tea," she said quickly, before that thought could take her down a worse road.

Yes, tea. Tea always helps, she told herself as she made her way over to the stove to boil water.

She lit the stove, doing her best to ignore how much the flames reminded her a Leo. It was hard to imagine that she could ever get over him like she had the others. Not when she only just realized how much she loved him! Something about this felt different to her, despite everything. He, more than any of the others, seemed to really care about her. He didn't have any other girl in his life, as far as she knew. She so desperately wanted to hope that somehow he really could achieve the impossible. That he really would come back.

I'm just deceiving myself, she decided, reaching for a tea mug out of the cabinet. He's no different. He'll go on with his life, fall in love with someone else like they all did, forget all about me-

Calypso let out a gasp, the mug slipping out of her hand onto the floor. The glass shattered, pieces flying in all directions. Calypso let out a pained sob.

He's going to forget me, she realized. Leo is going to forget me.

Her knees buckled. As she fell to the floor, she felt herself break, just like the mug. Her sobs came out silently and uncontrollably. She couldn't stand the thought of him with someone else, a nameless girl of the future. How could he look at anyone else the way he looked at her?

He's mine! She wanted to scream. You can't have him, he's mine!

But he wasn't hers. He could never be hers. He would forget. Leo would forget her.