Disclaimer- I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians or the Heroes of Olympus Series. (One can dream though) All rights go to the proper parties.

Note***- Will be boy x boy. (I promise, it is coming) Don't like? You don't have to read.

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January 6th

Apollo POV

It took some time before Percy seemed ready to head home. By the time I finally got him back to our apartment, the moon was already high above the horizon. I wondered what my sister thought about me acting as the crying shoulder for anyone. It wasn't something I'd normally do, but I had come to the conclusion a while ago that there was very little that I wouldn't do for the son of Poseidon.

When we got upstairs, I told Percy to take my room for the night. He tried to protest, but I could tell that he was grateful. It was rather obvious that he needed some time to himself. There was only so much privacy to be had when you slept on a couch in someone's living room. I was sure he missed having his own space.

I frowned as I realized that he would be getting his room back in a couple of days. The group from Camp half blood was heading back in three days. I had a feeling that he would be less than thrilled when Piper left. He might have missed having a room of his own, but he probably wouldn't be too excited to be having breakfast with Annabeth every day. It would make what was clearly going to be a difficult break-up that much harder.

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. I wouldn't ever tell him, but I didn't want Percy to go back to the house. It wasn't just my feelings for him, or that I didn't want him to have to face the awkwardness, those were just extras. It was that when he was with me, I didn't feel so alone.

Ever since I had left Olympus, I found myself lonely. Coming home to an empty house every night sent a spark of pain through me. Olympus never slept; it was like Vegas in that way. There was always some party or event happening. I had never really noticed the silence in my palace. In the apartment though? I felt isolated. The quiet that I had never noticed before became overbearing. With Percy, I didn't feel that oppressive stillness. It was nice having someone to eat breakfast with in the mornings and to talk too late at night.

I sighed and shook my head. I felt guilty even thinking about asking Percy to stay so that I didn't have to be lonely when he was so clearly distraught.

I had never thought that I would live to see the son of Poseidon cry. It hurt more than I could say to see my sea prince so broken-hearted. The fact that I had no idea about how to help him only made it worse.

Heartbreak was something that everyone, mortal or god, understood. I would be there for Percy when he needed me, but the only thing that would really make it better was time.

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January 7th

Percy POV

It was rather amazing just how much meaning a name could give something. Now that I couldn't say the daughter of Athena was my girlfriend, everything felt different. When I had first gotten to camp Half-Blood, I was told there was power in a name. I had never really realized just how true it was before.

Annabeth was still Annabeth. It wasn't like I was going to see her a lot less than I had been. I knew that if I needed her she would still be there for me, regardless of our relationship. Our relationship wasn't healthy. It wasn't good for either of us anymore; we had drifted too far apart. We both knew it. So I couldn't understand as to why exactly it hurt me so much to lose it. I felt like something had been ripped out of my chest.

I could fight off monsters regardless of injury. Even when I had taken an arrow to the leg courtesy of the sun god, it hadn't stopped me from being able to destroy hellhounds. I could just push down the pain until I had a chance to take care of it, but I didn't know how to suppress an injury that wasn't physical.

Heartache wasn't something I had a lot of experience with. Annabeth was the only girlfriend I'd ever had. I didn't know how to push through this type of pain.

I was more grateful than ever that I had Apollo. He didn't try to make me stay busy; he let me stay in bed. I even heard him telling my friends who came to see me to leave me alone for the day and come back tomorrow. I appreciated it. I really wasn't up to pretending to be fine just yet.

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It was early in the afternoon before Apollo knocked on the door. He waited until I said he could come in before he opened it. If he was judging me for still being in my pajamas, he was a better actor than I gave him credit for.

The god of the sun gave me a small smile, "Hey."

I tried to return the smile but I was fairly certain it looked more like a grimace. I had never been very good at masking what I was feeling.

"Hey." I felt like I should be saying something else but I didn't know what. I cast around for a topic when I noticed he was holding something behind his back. I frowned and tilted my head. "What's that?"

Apollo blinked in surprise before his smile widened, "A gift. There are two ways to fix a broken heart. One is to drink till you forget, but that doesn't seem like you. This is the other. The cure for heartbreak, straight from Aphrodite herself." When he pulled the container out from behind him, I felt my eyes widen in surprise. "Double chocolate ice cream, there's nothing better. I even mixed in some blue sprinkles for you."

For the first time in over 24 hours, I felt myself smile without having to force it.

I had expected him to tell me that I was being ridiculous, I felt ridiculous, but he didn't. Instead he was trying to help me feel better. He seemed to know what I was going through. It made me wonder how many times he'd had his heart broken over the eons.

"Thanks Apollo."

He jumped up on the bed beside me and winked. "What are friends for? Now let's eat before it melts."

I took the spoon he offered and scooped some out. He really had mixed in blue sprinkled. It made my smile widen even further when I realized that the sprinkles were shaped like little fish, he knew me very well.

"Now the second part to this cure is usually watching stupid romantic movies and crying but, since we don't have a TV, I thought that we could skip both parts and I could read some poetry instead. What do you say?"

I took a deep breath and shrugged. "As long as it's not romance, I'm game."

The god of poetry wrapped his arm around me and shook his head. "No, I figured you wouldn't want love poems. I even decided against my fabulous collection of haikus."

His casual jesting was causing the pain in my chest to lighten. I couldn't stop the small smile. I tossed him a fake look of abject horror, "Oh thank goodness."

He pouted, "Hey!"

I shook my head in amusement. Apollo could always seem to cheer me up. I sighed and took another bite of chocolaty goodness. "Come-on than, let's get the show going."

He smiled at me and pulled a book out of his pocket. He opened to a page at random and smiled. "There once was a satyr from Troy, who hated his job as a farm boy, he thought I'll join the army, but they found him quite barmy, now he works as the decoy."

I winced. It wasn't the worst poem I'd ever heard, but it was right up there, "One of yours?"

The god of music gave me a proud look, "Yep. How'd you know?"

I laughed, "Just a lucky guess."

"There's the laugh I was going for."

I frowned and looked at him in confusion. His smile softened and he flashed me a wink. "It's not good to be frowning so much, it will give you wrinkles."

"Can a god get wrinkles?"

He shrugged, "Not really. You can always age yourself to that point, but why would anyone want to?"

"My dad always makes himself look older; I figured he probably was doing it because he was talking to me."

"No, your dad is one of the few Olympians who seem to prefer being middle aged. He usually looks like that unless he wants to make himself look younger to impress a lover." I crinkled my nose and stuck out my tongue. I really didn't want to imagine my dad when he was flirting with my mom. "But you are right. I usually age myself a few years when I'm talking to my kids. There are very few things as weird as talking to your child who looks the same age as you. It gets even worse as they get older."

I shrugged. "I wouldn't know."

The god of music gave me an inscrutable look. For the first time, he actually looked like someone who had lived a thousand lives. "It's something I hope you never have to do."

I could see the pain in his eyes. It made me wonder just how many children he had seen die, how many lovers he had lost. I had a feeling that this was his way of saying that he understood what I was going through.

Somehow, knowing that someone understood helped the pain in my heart heal a little more.

I gave him a small smile and took another bite of ice cream.

"So which poems next?"

The god of the sun looked like he knew what I was thinking. He pulled me a little closer to him and cleared his throat. "There once was a goddess from Sparta..."

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Authors Note

I appreciate all of the well-wishes. Unfortunately my husband's grandmother, (who is the closest thing I've ever had to a grandmother) was diagnosed with stage 4 lung cancer. There was nothing the doctors could do. It was only 17 days from the diagnoses to her last breath. The only bright side was that she didn't suffer. It was really hard and I lost the motivation to write for a while, but I'm back now.

Till next time.

Next update will be September 20th

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I felt my jaw fall open. I didn't know what to say. Apollo cleared his throat, looking highly embarrassed. "You don't have too... I mean, I just thought you might like having another option."