A/N: Isn't Calypso terrible? How dare she kiss him when she knew he had a girlfriend! By the way, thank you so much for taking the time to read this fanfic. It means a lot to me. You rock. That's all. - SK

I promise you I'm not stupid, but it took me a good while to compute what exactly had happened. Calypso had kissed me without warning. I'd been surprised, but had enjoyed it, despite the fact that I have a girlfriend whom I really care about. Then I'd pulled away after a couple of seconds, and she'd disappeared into thin air… almost as if it'd never happened.

I felt awful. I'd made a goddess fall for me, gods know how, and then I'd kissed her, simultaneously getting her hopes up and cheating on my girlfriend.

And OK, technically, she kissed me. But that doesn't stop me from being at least partially guilty, because after all, I did kiss her back. I did. Would it have been so hard for me to pull away? Or simply not move my lips? I guess so. I'm sickened with myself.

I realize that Silena is currently under the impression that I'm dead, and that she's most likely moved on by now, no doubt to someone better for her, but she's still my girlfriend and I cheated on her.

I just… can't believe I did that.

Suddenly, I felt a comforting hand on my shoulder. Expecting to see Calypso, I was surprised to find that I was being comforted instead by one of her invisible servants. I smiled gratefully at it, and let myself be guided invisibly back to my room. My bed was all made up, and my pillow was all fluffed up and oh so inviting… I realized that I was really tired; the effort of running had completely exhausted me. I wasn't in shape at all.

I collapsed onto my bed face first and immediately fell asleep.

"He has to stay here until he's healed," said a man a little while later, once I'd woken up. My mind snapped awake, but I didn't open my eyes. His voice sounded familiar. "Now I'm not sure why you want him to leave so badly, but whatever your reasons, they're not good enough. He's completely burnt, for Zeus' sake!"

"Yes, Lord Hermes," murmured Calypso.

"It's O.K. Actually, you're doing a great job healing him, and you're being very patient. I know I'd get tired of taking care of a sick kid for a week. But unfortunately this is your job, just like mine…" His cell phone rang as if on cue and he picked it up at the speed of light, like a cowboy grabs a gun from his holster. "Yes? Oh, hello. Why…? Of course you can come. Yes, I'm sure that's fine. Bye." I heard a beep, probably Hermes hanging up. "By the way, my brother's coming in a couple hours."

"Which one?" the Titaness asked. Hermes laughed.

"Yes, I do have many… This time it's Apollo. Aw, look, you're blushing!"

"No, I'm…"

"It's quite alright," the messenger god chuckled, "He has that effect on girls. Anyway, I'll be off. Bye, Calypso!"

"Bye, Lord Hermes." I felt a sudden blast of heat, and was thankful that I had my eyes closed. Calypso sighed. It wasn't a sigh of exasperation, but one of defeat. I felt a sudden pang of pity for her. She was stuck on this island with nobody to talk to but the occasional visiting god or poor mangled hero. I was also relieved; I hadn't been here for very long, only a week.

Calypso sat down in the chair next to my bed. I didn't dare open my eyes in case she disappeared again, so I went on pretending I was asleep, breathing deeply. I felt her fingers on my cheek, sliding down to caress my chin. I relaxed despite myself. As she pulled away, I felt a drop on my neck. She was crying. I wanted to open my eyes, comfort her, tell her not to cry. But since I wasn't quite sure how to put that into words without sounding cringe-worthy bad, I kept on breathing deeply and pretending to be asleep. It was easier and less embarrassing for both of us.