Sorry this chapter has been so long in coming! I would like to thank my friend Fanfiction author Hope Prior for helping with this chapter! Also, I'd like to credit the tumblr "annabethisterrified" for the headcanon of a Caleo "get to know you" conversation which I based part of this chapter on.

LEO KNEW CALYPSO WAS USED TO QUIET. He didn't mind the lack of conversation as they flew through the clouds over Utah. It was nice to just be airborne with two of the people – er, well, beings – that he cared about the most. Even though he often could talk a mile a minute, Calypso could make his mind freeze up. Especially when she had her arms around his waist and her chin nestled in his neck. He could even feel the motion of her breathing against his back.

It seemed like Leo was noticing a lot more little details since he had come back to life. Granted, most of them were details about Calypso. But of course, Leo wasn't going to admit that to her.

After a while, Leo decided he should say something. And he knew exactly what to say. He took a deep breath and blurted it out.

"You know, Calypso, it's weird. I know that you don't like demigods crashing into your dining tables and that you make the best stew in the world, I know that you can sing like nobody else and you hide a pretty fierce temper, you're gorgeous and amazing but I honestly do not know what your favorite color is."

Gods, he'd gotten so much better at talking to girls.

Calypso laughed. "Favorite color?"

"Yeah." Leo blinked. Did this girl seriously not know what favorite color meant? For a moment, he felt like he had time-traveled and brought someone back from the past, like something from Doctor Who. In a sense, he was right.

"Oh, hmm..." Calypso hesitated, and Leo felt relieved. She did know what that meant.

"I'd have to say yellow. Golden yellow."

Leo couldn't resist turning back and grinning at her. "Appropriate thing to say, Sunshine."

Calypso frowned at him. "You did not," she said, teasing-mad.

Leo winked. "Yup, I did. Sorry, couldn't help it."

Calypso smiled and pressed her lips to his cheek. Cut it out with the pachinko balls, Leo told himself.

"So what's yours?" she asked.

"Red," Leo replied, reluctantly turning back to face forward. He tried to think of another thing to ask Calypso. "What about favorite food?"

Calypso laughed again. "What is this?" she asked.

"I'm trying to get to know you better," Leo replied. "Don't make fun of my questions!"

"I'm not making fun of your questions!" Calypso shot back. "They're just a little..."

"Unexpected?"

"Weird."

"Everything I do is weird," Leo replied.

"That's not true. Saving me wasn't weird."

Leo smiled. "Okay, whatever you say. Favorite food?"

"Well, yours is Fonzies, I know that much," Calypso replied.

"You're not answering my question, but yeah. Or my mom's Mexican cooking."

"Your mom?" Calypso's voice was gentle and curious.

Leo felt a pang in his heart. "Yeah. But come on, what's yours?"

Calypso still sounded thoughtful. "When the only food I've eaten for pretty much my entire life is what I've grown and cooked myself, it's a strange question to answer. I love strawberries, and...oh, gods, it's strange to think of this now, but back before...before Ogygia, I remember the Greek food..." She sighed.

Leo had never tried much traditional Greek food. "Maybe you can cook some for me sometime," he said.

"Maybe," Calypso replied. "So are you going to ask me another one of your questions?"

"Oh, yeah! Let's see...favorite movie – wait, no, I can't ask you that...um, favorite band, never mind. Uh... favorite...gosh, this is hard."

"Let me ask you one, then," Calypso said teasingly. "What's your favorite flower?"

Leo sputtered. "Um...um...calypso-flowers?"

Calypso laughed. "That doesn't exist, silly."

"Fonzie-flowers?"

"What in Hades?" Calypso giggled. "That doesn't exist either!"

"Then flowers I can eat," Leo said.

"Okay, that's fair enough. There are edible flowers."

"Wait, there are?"

"Yes, there are."

"You'll have to give me one to taste sometime. I can't imagine they're very good. After all, there's no sugar in them."

"Well, you could dip them in sugar," Calypso replied.

"Did you grow some in your garden?" Leo asked.

"Yes," said Calypso. "Violets, around the edge of the potato bed."

"Potato bed?"

"Garden bed, silly. Do you like potatoes? I love potatoes."

"Oh, yeah! With butter, and sour cream, and cheese, and...WAIT! CHEESE! Calypso, how...what..." Leo sputtered. "How can you get cheese on the island? Don't tell me you've never had cheese!" He looked back at her.

Calypso looked like she was about to laugh, but her expression changed quickly. "Oh my gods, Leo! MY COWS!" She shrieked, loud in Leo's ear.

"What?"

"My cows!" Calypso's eyes were wide and distressed. "We have to go back for them!"

"What the...?" Leo was confused. "We couldn't very well have put cows on Festus! And besides, what do you mean, go back for them? I may have beat the whole 'no man can find Ogygia twice' thing, but three times would be pushing my luck. I mean, maybe the gods could...what?" Calypso was looking at him with a strange, smug smile on her face.

"Leo," she said in a low tone. "Leo, I have no cows."

"Wait, what? You have..." Leo stared at her. "You were kidding? The whole time?!"

Calypso grinned. "Yes."

Leo shook with laughter. "You had me there, Sunshine."

Calypso smirked. "I'm surprised you believed me."

Leo was about to reply with some kind of witty comment, but Calypso grabbed his shoulder.

"Leo?" She sounded worried.

"Yeah?"

"What's that?" she pointed to something in the distance, above them, that Leo hadn't noticed.

"Oh, that's a helicopter."

"A what?"

"A helicopter."

Leo wouldn't undo what he had done for anything in the world the gods of Olympus could give him, but boy did he have some explaining to do.

The sky grew dusky, and Festus began to creak and squeak.

"Okay, buddy," Leo said. "Let's find a place to make camp." He turned back to Calypso. "That okay with you?"

Calypso nodded.

They found a field somewhere – Leo didn't know where exactly, but he guessed they'd passed over Colorado because the mountains had disappeared and there were a lot of fields.

"I think it's Kansas," Leo said as he slid of Festus's back and held out his hand to Calypso.

"Kansas?"

"Yeah. State in the middle of the United States of America, famous for...um, lots of corn?"

Calypso laughed. "I'll take your word for it. When we get to the camp, though, you're finding me a map."

They had a makeshift dinner from the snacks Leo had bought in Utah. They sat side by side, leaning against Festus's warmth. Eventually, Calypso fell asleep, her head slumped over by Leo's shoulder. Trying to be careful, Leo eased her down so her head rested in his lap. He let out a sigh of relief when she didn't wake up.

Munching on a few of the Fonzie substitutes, Leo allowed himself to, for the first time, fully think about what had happened.

He had defeated Gaea, with his two best friends, and in the process, killed himself.

And yet here he was, sitting in the darkness in the middle of Kansas with his dragon and this beautiful girl sleeping in his lap, and he was very much alive.

I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter. Again thanks so much for all the support of follows, favorites and reviews that I've gotten so quickly for this story. Kind of startling, in a cool way! :)

Happy Thanksgiving!