Callie (a.k.a. larkgrace) here, proud to bring you the very first LoL one-shot! I like to think of it as my little Christmas present to all the readers who have alerted us already.

Disclaimer: I do not own PJO/"Safe And Sound", which belong to Rick Riordan and Taylor Swift, respectively.

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Don't you dare look out your window, darling, everything's on fire

The war outside our door keeps raging on

Hold on to this lullaby

Even when the music's gone…

He was supposed to be safe here—from everything. But the nightmares were getting so much worse.

He couldn't count how many times he woke screaming from dreams, dreams where he watched Olympus burn, heard his friends screaming for help—you were supposed to save us—heard them cry out in pain.

He lost count of how many ways he watched them die.

Every single time, the end of the dream was more horrible than before. He saw Clarisse crushed under falling rocks; the Stoll brothers tossed from the mountain; Grover consumed in a raging fire. And every single time, Annabeth was there. She was different. She was never scared, never pleading for help. She was angry—no, she was furious. She glared at him, screaming "I hate you!" even as she was torn limb from limb.

And that hurt him more than anything.

When he woke up, he was not surprised to find Calypso at his side. She was always there, always watching him. He didn't need to explain his nightmares to her. He just said, "I need to go home."

"My hero," she whispered, stroking his forehead. "Please. Stay."

"I can't," he said, throwing off the covers. "I have to go. My friends—they need me."

"Wait!" she cried, kneeling on the bed and catching his wrist. "Don't go. Don't leave me here," she pleaded. "I need you, too."

"I have to," he said. "I don't want to leave—this place is amazing…I'll miss you, but I have to go."

He turned, running for the door, and heard a tiny, broken "Please."

Calypso was still reaching for his hand, tears streaming down her face, looking so delicate and fragile in the silver light streaming through the window that he had to go back. He couldn't hurt her, refused to see her in pain, so he sat down and let her worm her way into his arms. She rested her head against his chest and sang, and even though he was sick of the never-ending nightmares, her voice slowly lulled him to sleep.

Just close your eyes, the sun is going down

You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now

Come morning light, you and I'll be safe and sound…