Chapter 1:
Two months it had been. Two months since the war. Two months since they've had the biggest quest of their lives. Two months since he had died…
And here he was. Having a small apartment with a little workshop just on the outskirts of London. With his girlfriend no less. After they had left Ogygia there had been a little… malfunction. Festus had broken down and they had stranded in London. At first he had thought that it wouldn't be so bad. He would fix Festus and they could go on with their journey. But when he opened the dragon up, it was worse then he had thought. So Calypso had said that they should stay until Leo would fix Festus and then they would go on. Back home. Back to Camp Half-Blood. He thought about it everyday. It made him work harder. He just wanted to go back to the one place he was remotely happy. And more importantly he wanted to share it with the girl he loved.
But at the same time he wasn't sure if he wanted to go. If he wanted to leave. He had a great time here with Calypso. Living together, having a little workshop and her singing in the kitchen while making stew (which he could eat ' till he would explode). But also he was sad. Sad because his friends at Camp had probably (hopefully) moved on with their lives. Sure, maybe they had grieved for a while about all the fallen demigods from the war, and so for him. But just to be barging back in to their lives, after being dead, just somehow seemed unfair somehow. All the other demigods hadn't be so lucky. How could he just push it in their faces…-
He felt a hand on his shoulder. The sudden movement got him out of his thoughts and ready to strike this person with his fire. He could already feel his hands warm up, but the moment she spoke he calmed down as fast as it had started. "Leo, it is dinnertime. Come back from your thoughts, before the food is cold." He turned around to look at her. He was still amazed that he could call this beautiful woman his girlfriend. Sure, she was immortal and only a couple thousand years older than him. But who cares about a few years when you love someone right! Most of the time he still couldn't believe that he was actually alive and with her. It just seemed so unreal. Definitely after everything that had happened in his live. He just kept thinking, what if I actually died and this is my vision of a perfect live?! Of course Calypso would help him out of that dream by saying things like "In a perfect world, your dragon wouldn't have broken down" or "We wouldn't have to make due with a house this small" or "There wouldn't still be monsters trying to sniff us out". She can be a real sunshine that one, I tell you. Of course she would be happily smiling while saying it, which made it annoying and cute at the same time.
All was well. They were going home soon and they had each other. Everything was great and peaceful. Until he had to go asleep… Then the nightmares came. And all the pain, anger, fear and remorse came setting in. And it would keep getting worse, until Calypso would manage to wake him up. By then he would be to scared to go to sleep. So he would work in his workshop, watch some television (he couldn't stop watching Doctor Who!) or he would hold Calypso while she would sleep in his arms safe and sound. And when he got really tired after three or four nights of being awake, he would try to go to sleep again. Hoping that he would be so tired that he wouldn't get any nightmares. And he wouldn't. Sad thing was that he wouldn't have nightmares for the first two hours or so. After that they would come rushing in again. And tonight was no exception.