Aha, hi again, guys….*sigh* I really have no excuse for my 1+ year hiatus from this website this time. I'm sorry to say that I don't have a new chapter, I just decided to revise this one… although I recently became open to the idea of a second part ;)

Disclaimer: Nope…..still don't own it.

Happy Endings

Calypso stormed off the beach, refusing to look at the figure on the retreating raft. Tears watered in her eyes.

Don't cry, she told herself. You knew this was going to happen and you are not some damsel in distress.

"I'll come back for you Calypso. I swear it on the river Styx," came drifting over the wind to the goddess. That was it. She began to run faster through the trees. Calypso wanted to reach the safety of her cave, where she had wept over and cursed at all the heroes the Fates had sent her before.

Stupid, stupid, stupid! You let it happen again! You know he can't come back!

First it was Odysseus, then Drake, then Percy… But Leo's departure was by far the worst. He was so infuriating, and irritating, and funny… and sweet… and… and… She passed his makeshift workshop and broke down. Calypso slid down to the ground, tears flowing from her eyes, and wrapped her arms around her knees. One of the invisible servants crept up to her and attempted to wrap a blanket around her, but she shooed her off.

"Why do you do this to me?" She screamed angrily at the sky, "Why? Zeus! You-" She screamed profanities at the heavens until her voice grew hoarse. Even then, she continued yelling at the sky. Her head flopped onto her knees in exhaustion, and she sobbed. She could hear a little drip, drip, drip as raindrops plopped onto the layer of leaves that had already begun to fall. Ogygia seemed to respond to her moods; when Odysseus left, it snowed for the first time. When Percy sailed away, tidal waves crashed onto the beach for days.

"Tears don't look good on anybody, dear. Believe me, I would know." Calypso looked up to see a woman looking down on her with sympathy. Even in pouring rain, every minute detail about the woman remained perfect. No matter how hard Calypso tried, she couldn't decipher her appearance. The lady's features were constantly changing. First she had chocolate locks that flowed down her back like water, then they morphed to beautiful, golden curls paired with stormy grey eyes before the color darkened to a deep brown. Even though her appearance constantly changed, and Calypso hadn't seen her in over three thousand years, she knew who it was.

"Why are you here, Aphrodite?" She glared balefully at the goddess of love, "Come to taunt me, have you?"

Aphrodite looked genuinely confused. "Why would I do that?"

Calypso roughly wiped off her tears. Oh, I don't know. Maybe because your stupid meddling broke my heart yet again? As you knew it would?

"Come with me." She reached down and yanked her off the ground with upper body strength that should have been impossible. (And Calypso knew for a fact that she had never lifted anything higher than a shopping bag.) Aphrodite snapped her fingers and a warm blanket wrapped itself around Calypso's shoulders. It smelled like motor oil and wood smoke- a strange smell, but comforting. It smelled like Leo.

She sent a confused look at the goddess, who simply smiled and put a finger to her lips. Right, that didn't pique her curiosity at all. Aphrodite then grabbed her wrist with her unnatural strength and tugged Calypso along the path towards her cave.

Ω

"Now." Aphrodite tapped her chin thoughtfully as the two goddesses sat on Calypso's cot. Well, Aphrodite sat on the cot. Calypso stood nearby, glaring at her through red-rimmed eyes. "What's good heartache food? Ah ha!" With another snap of her fingers, a mug of hot cocoa appeared in Calypso's left hand, and a carton of ice cream appeared in her right. A craving for the two sweets decided to show itself, but Calypso forced it away and placed them (albeit with some difficulty) on her nightstand. Aphrodite made a face.

"Really? You don't want it? But the cocoa has little marshmallows. And whipped cream. And chocolate syrup."

Calypso said nothing. Aphrodite shrugged, and reached for the carton of ice cream.

"Fine by me. Cherry Garcia is my favorite." Somehow, Aphrodite still managed to look poised and elegant while eating ice cream straight out of the carton. Calypso hated it.

"Just say what you came here to say, then leave," she said irritably. All she wanted was for Aphrodite to leave, so she could cry in solitude.

Aphrodite paused, swirling the spoon in her mouth before putting it back in the container and setting it aside. She leaned forward with a seriousness uncharacteristic of the air-headed goddess. "Don't blame yourself, Calypso. It's not your fault."

"Then whose is it? Yours?"

She was appalled. "No! I wouldn't do that! I put together perfect couples, like Jack and Rose, Kate and William, Percy and Annabeth-" She froze at the strength of Calypso's glare at that last pairing. She continued quickly. "Um, forget that last one. This is the cause of my son Eros. He's always combating my intentions and giving me a bad reputation! Honestly, Calypso, do you know how long it takes me to find the perfect match for someone? We're talking flow charts, online questionnaires, diagrams, years of field study, and on particularly difficult cases, the dartboard method. And that's not even the worst of it. No one realizes how many favors I have to call in to arrange my pairings. You have no idea how difficult it is to convince a naiad to drown someone in the name of love."

Calypso gave her an odd look but Aphrodite brushed off with a dismissive flick of her wrist. "What? I needed him to meet that pretty young lifeguard somehow and CPR was as good of an option as any- oh, don't give me that look. She was very well trained and it worked, didn't it? And then Eros comes along. Ohhh he makes me so mad! He just shoots his magic arrows at people, and boom! Love at first sight. Ugh! No planning at all! And really, most of them don't even work out.

"And that's not even the worst of it! Not only does he create his totally dysfunctional matches, but then he messes with my perfect couples! I mean, look what he did to Cleopatra and Marc Anthony. Honestly! What did they do to deserve such a tragic end?"

"Are you finished?"

"Look, Calypso. I'm trying to tell you I didn't send you those other boys. They wouldn't have worked out with you anyway, darling. I believe in the sanctity of happily ever after. Why, my son Walt Disney built an entire franchise based upon the concept- but you probably don't know who that is, do you?"

Calypso shook her head, and Aphrodite sighed. "My point is, Calypso, that I believe everyone deserves a happy ending." She faded away (taking the cocoa and ice cream with her), but Calypso could still hear her words as they wrapped around her like a warm breeze. "After all, that's why I sent you Leo."

Ω

Later, on the Argo II, Leo Valdez was thoroughly and utterly confused.

"Come on guys! It's not funny! Give me back my blanket! Just because I can burst into flames doesn't mean I don't get cold!"