A/N: Random fact – the previous two chapters were in reference to Calliope. Percy and Annabeth's baby I wrote about in Christmas Gifts.

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"You're drunk."

"You're sexy!"

I rolled my eyes. "You know," I said, trying to get Percy to stand up from the bar stool, "It'd be awesome if you could just, I don't know, not be such a lightweight. I haven't seen someone get this addled by four shots since Katie decided she was going to make her own concoction for the Camp Half Blood party two years ago."

"I've got a secret," he said, smiling sloppily and slipping on the carpet. He landed on his butt and smiled. "Whoopsie!"

I pulled him up again, grateful for the training the past summer that focused on upper body strength. Who knew I'd have to haul my drunken boyfriend from the bar to our apartment at one in the morning? "Good for you, Seaweed Brain."

"Nico thinks Rachel is hot!" Percy said, winking like an idiot.

"Great secret, you dolt. Where'd Nico go? I thought this was guys' night, not you getting hammered on your own again night."

Percy giggled like a little school girl. "Nico went home with," he hiccupped, "A girl!"

"Congratulations," I said flatly, "I'll have to send him a Hallmark card. Are there any 'Congrats on your floozy' cards?"

Percy cracked up. "You're funny! You're sexy and funny and pretty. Come home with me, vixen!"

"We've been dating for more than seven years, you idiot."

"I'm a lucky man."

"Glad you've realized this now." I hailed a cab and dragged him in the back seat. I told the driver our address, and Percy added, "I get to live with this sexy thang!"

I made the executive decision that he was too drunk to understand the stupidity of his comment.

"So," I said, "Back to the case of the missing Nico. Was he as hammered as you are?"

Percy giggled again, "Maybe…"

"Oh goody, now tomorrow I'll get a phone call from him asking me to pick him up. Why do I always have to end up babysitting the two of you losers when you go out to have guys' night?"

Percy shrugged, and threw his arms around my shoulders, "Because you're the best person ever."

The one good thing about drunken Percy was that he was incredibly affectionate and appreciative of everything I have done, do or will do. He's also extremely cuddly, which was always a good thing.

Nico, on the other hand, got a little bit too flirty with anything with boobs, which led to him and Percy getting into a few fights with the boyfriends of a few girls that Nico hit on.

Percy was fun to babysit. Nico was not.

"Did he at least end up with a single girl?" I asked, smoothing his hair.

Percy nodded, then said into my shirt, "Hurumph duff muff shuff."

"Come again? My shirt didn't hear you quite clearly."

Percy lifted his head up. "She was pretty. She looked like Rachel with brown hair," he lowered his voice conspiratorially, "I think he likes Rachel!"

I laughed, "Yeah, sure, of course," I said, rolling my eyes, "Like Nico would be dumb enough to fall for with the Oracle of Delphi."

I wasn't sure if I believed myself – the looks the two of them would exchange from time to time made me wonder – but Rachel and Nico wouldn't just randomly jump into something like that.

And Nico was too into the bar scene to get into a serious relationship.

The cab stopped, and I passed the cabbie the money. "You need help bringing him into your home, honey?" he asked, cigarette smoke staining his breath. I tried to not flinch.

"No, but thank you. Have a good night!"

Summoning as much strength as possible, I heaved Percy out of the car and tossed him over my shoulder. I caught the cabbie giving me a surprised look, and I waved at him so he would head out.

"Okay, tough guy," I said, feeling myself start to creak under his weight, "Time for you to come up home." I knocked on the door, and the doorman, Jeff, opened it up.

"Ah," he said with a smile, "Miss Chase. I see Mr. Jackson has been drinking again?"

I nodded. "He decided to go on a guys' night and, as per usual, couldn't stand up after four drinks."

"I'll open your door for you, Annabeth."

"Thank you," I shifted Percy so he was further up on my shoulder, and he grumbled.

"Annabeth!" he said, poking me in the back, "Annabeth, put me down!"

I brushed my hand across the spot on his back, and he immediately tensed and said, "D-don't do th-that," he said breathlessly, "I can't think when you do that."

"Then shut up," I said, starting to get a little uncomfortable with his weight, "and stop complaining. We're almost to our room."

"You're lucky you're on the third floor," said Jeff, nodding to our situation.

"We're really lucky that we decided to move into my apartment. He lived on the twenty second floor. That could have ended very badly."

We reached my floor, and Jeff opened the door for me. "Have a good night, Annabeth, and if he's too much trouble just call the front desk and we'll have someone come up here and whip him into shape," he said with a wink.

"Thank you."

I let Percy slip off my shoulder and fall onto our bed. "Okay," I said, "You need some sleep."

"I almost stayed with Calypso."

I whirled around from the doorway. I had intended to go to the living room and work on some new plans for work, but apparently I wasn't going to. "You WHAT?"

"Almost stayed," Percy yawned, "With Calypso."

I stared at him. "What does that even mean?"

"Calypso. After you kissed me, I went poof all the way to Ogyjia. It was really pretty there. But I came back."

I tried to shake my head to understand this more. "You ended up with Calypso?"

"I thought she was really pretty. But she wasn't like you."

"So that's why you asked for her pardon when you saved Olympus," I said, finally feeling this part of the puzzle clicking together.

"We," said Percy with a goofy look on his face, "We saved Olympus."

I smiled before I remembered I was supposed to be mad at him. "Wait…But you almost stayed!"

"Sort of," he said, stretching out of the bed and leaning on one elbow, "But all I could think about was you. And your hair. And your eyes. And Calypso was pretty. Like she was really pretty. But she wasn't as cool as you. And I didn't want to leave anyone behind. 'Specially you."

I was feeling about fifty different emotions. Why didn't he tell me sooner? Why hadn't he explained this at the time? I had always assumed that he had gone somewhere, how should I put this, interesting after the explosion at Hephaestus' forges, but I never wanted to let myself think Calypso's place. It just felt weird to think that Percy could have met someone who was pretty much a goddess and leave her – from what I'd heard she was gorgeous.

I walked over to our bed before I knew what I was doing, and sat down next to my highly inebriated boyfriend. "Percy?"

"Yeah?" he asked, cuddling into a pillow. He looked ten years younger when he was trying to get to sleep, and it was a weird thing to see. At random points I can see the Percy I met when we were twelve.

I shook myself out of my thoughts.

"Thanks for not staying with Calypso. Nico would have hated to be the person of the prophecy."

"Ugh."

"Honey!" I said loudly as I walked into the bedroom, "Aw, you're awake! Here, greet the day!" I said, ripping open the curtains to let the sun in.

"NO. NO SUN!" said Percy, cramming the pillow over his eyes, "Oh, gods, how much did I drink last night? Hangover and a half – I wish this was covered by invincibility."

I smiled at him, "Do you remember last night?"

"Vaguely. I was drunk and confused."

"That part was obvious," I sat next to him on the bed and moved the pillow, "Hey, tough guy, wake up. I made you some coffee."

"No coffee. Need bacon."

"Why's it always bacon?"

"Bacon relieves hangovers. Proven fact."

I rolled my eyes, "And dating you kills brain cells."

"Heard that."
"I know."

I went into the kitchen to try and cook him his hangover cure, and called, "Hey, Perce?"
"Yeah?" he said, padding into the kitchen in only sweatpants and rubbing his eyes. Casually glancing at his sculpted abs, I handed him his mug of coffee and I took a sip of mine.

"Do you remember the little secret you told me?"

He leaned against the countertop, pressing his forehead to the cool granite, "Annabeth, I could barely remember my own name this morning. Enlighten me."

"Does the name Calypso ring a bell?"

Immediately, recognition dawned. "Oh, gods."

"Yeah. Care to explain when you're at least partially sentient?"

"Exactly what did I say last night?"

"Oh," I said, "Please don't tell me you're going to play this off as some sort of drunken delusion."

"No!" said Percy, "No, no, that's not it. I'm just trying to figure out what you already know."

"How about this," I said, setting my mug down, crossing my arms and leaning against the counter, "You take it from the top and I listen."

"First off, it was nearly ten years ago."

"Well, yes, I get that. I'm just curious why you never told me before now."

Percy shrugged. "It never seemed important. I don't know, nothing happened between the two of us. It could have, but it didn't."

"You think about what could have happened, what you could have been." I wasn't asking a question – it was a statement. I could tell that Percy wondered what could have happened with her.

Percy looked into my face, "Why do you always know what I'm thinking? It's not fair."

I shrugged. "I get you. And, I don't know," I said, letting myself take some time to organize my thoughts with a sip of coffee, "I understand why you still think about her. It's Ogygia. Pretty much a little island paradise."

"I'd rather be here with you."

"I know," I said, leaning across the counter and planting a little kiss on his jaw bone.

"How?"

"Because you didn't stay there. You came home."