A.N:

Hey guys, first I apologise if anyone's read 'The Descendant of Three' and is disappointed I haven't finished, I started before HoO and now it's all just really confusing.

But anyways, here's a new fanfic, this time a one-shot (I think), with my new OTP (I say this way to much for a guy), CaLeo! Yes, I believe they were meant to be, just as I once believed Reyna was...yup.

So without further ado, let me just - Disclaimer: I do not own PJO or HoO in any way, the characters used in this fanfic are expressly created by our troll king Rick Riordan. Hope you enjoy :)

It was late afternoon. Leo's makeshift forge rang with the sound of his hammer on bronze, making the birds in the trees flutter around in alarm every time the clanging reverberated throughout the island. Finally, with a resounding sound, a crack in his anvil split and the rock broke into two.

Leo sighed, somewhat disappointed, somewhat relieved. He hadn't noticed, but he'd been working for hours. Maybe it was the magic of the strange island, Ogygia, but last time he'd looked out of his lean-to, it had been early morning, with waves gently lapping the shore.

Now, the sun was setting and the tide rolled in, the sound soothing Leo in a way that shouldn't really have been possible for someone who occasionally burst into flames. Before he knew it, Leo had collapsed onto the sandy floor of his, for want of a better word, tent.

He found it sort of gross, how the sand stuck to the sweat on his neck, but it felt good to be working - doing something with his hands. When he was working, his mind took over and he felt like he was back at camp, in Bunker 9 or in the forges, losing sleep trying to finish the Argo II.

Leo realised that even if his anvil hadn't broken, he would have had to stop for lack of firewood soon enough anyway. In his head, he made a note of a particularly sturdy rock he'd found on one of his numerous walks through the island. He'd have to haul it all the way down the footpath and…

"Are you finally done?"

There was no real point in looking up, as Leo knew that, unfortunately of course, he was alone with only one other person of this – literally – godforsaken island. Still, as his head turned to the tent entrance (a piece of cloth held up by a long stick), the face of Calypso almost made him forget how to breathe.

So she's hot, big deal, doesn't stop her from being a major pain in the-

"The birds are back" Calypso's voice was gentle, as if Leo had done something to fix this problem he hadn't even considered. "They seem to have gotten used to your insufferable metal clangs"

Leo's mouth twitched. "Yeah, it seems that you have too, maybe you'll actually care if I leave". Calypso scowled. She pointed at his chest and threw down a bundle of clothes on his bench.

"Take these. You've already burned through the ones I gave you yesterday"

That took Leo a moment to process. She had visited the day before, or at least, the day he thought was the day before. Okay, major mind twister. He grinned at Calypso, who, Leo must have imagined it, seemed about to smile back. But her face tightened again.

"You must really be bothered by the noise if you've come down two days in a row" Leo said, picking at the fabric of his newly made shirt.

"Mhm" Calypso mumbled, and walked back to her crystal-embedded cave.

*cringes* I hope that wasn't too bad.

So I decided to start the story in the middle, (ironic yes) from when Leo and Calypso just about stop hating each other's guts (as if they ever did). Next chapter will be what went down when Leo fell...down. Uh, yeah, look forward to it!

Please leave a review telling me how horrific this was and how to improve, it makes me smile just from seeing that someone read through my stuff. See you all next time!