Hey guys, I realize that I might be spelling Giga's name wrong, but please bare with me. also its taking me a while to post because I have hurt my hand and can only type half as fast for now.

Disclaimer, I don't own Percy Jackson, all rights belong to Rick Riordan.

Percy woke to the sound of humming. It was an angelic sound. Familiar. Where has he heard that tone before? Maybe he's died and gone to Elysium. No, he'd have seen the council, maybe even his uncle who was probably suffering from a split personality. There had to have been a law about just chucking soles anywhere. Someone was stroking his hair and swiping a cool wet cloth on his forehead. Annabeth? He wondered. Was she alright?

"MM-beth." He groaned although his throat felt as if ants had built a nest in it.

"Shush," A voice soothed. "You mustn't speak until you're ready. Here, drink some water."

A glass was placed to his chapped lips and the cold liquid coated his afflicted throat. He drank heartily while

slowly bringing himself into a sitting position as the glass was moved from his mouth. After a long moment he managed to open his eyes. The room was definitely familiar to him. The white walls glistened like diamonds.

"Ogygia." He breathed.

His eyes casted towards the person who held the glass. It was Calypso alright. Completely untouched by the years that he's been gone. Her caramel hair was braded over her shoulder as it had when he last saw her. She wore a white dress with Greek sandals. Calypso was different though, her features were harder more guarded. Percy, out of everything that's ever happen, would say he regretted hurting her, breaking his promise, but he didn't regret his actions which led him to becoming the boyfriend to the most beautiful girl he's ever met.

"Hello, brave one." She replied shyly.

"Calypso? What happened? How.."

She placed her finger to his lip to cut him off, "Giga, she brought you here."

Percy grew angry at the mention of the dirt lady. He wanted to know what happened to Annabeth. He also remembered that both she and he were supposed to close the doors of death. They can't do that when he's on Ogygia and she's who knows where. Calypso obviously saw how angry he was because she offered him an apologetic smile. Percy couldn't return the smile.

"What is she playing at?" He demanded.

Percy slid his legs from off of the bed, he had to do something, he had to find some way to fight Giga. His first steps were shaky. He ended up leaning against the bed for support. Calypso was half sitting, half standing in her seat, as if she expected to him to fall. Determined to stand on his own, Percy began to head out of the cave and into the moonlight. He had to find some way off of the island.

Around him fireflies flew. All around him he could see the beautiful Moon-lace(Spelling?) blooming under the lightly glowing orb in the sky. Above him was an ocean of stars. So majestic, an unusual sight for a city dweller like him.

"Percy, wait."

He turned to face her. The moonlight bounced off of her hair and skin giving her an angelic glow, showing all of her features, like it had when he had been on the island before. She walked closer to him and held his lower arm gently. Gilt hit him like a tidal wave, but he reminded himself that he couldn't change the past and had to look forward to the future.

"Why should I? I have to find Annabeth." He asked her as he tried to remove his arm. Her grip remained. "She could be lost or hurt or...or worse. You have to let me go."

"No." Calypso told him simply.

So many emotions flowed through him, Percy didn't really have time to possess them all, anger, disgust, sorrow, fear. He briefly imagined ending up like the hero from the Odyssey, trapped on her island while everyone he knew and loved grew older and moved on without him. The only problem was that his friends needed him, the world (not Giga) needed him, he couldn't become a prisoner. Not now, not on the brink of a new apocalypse.

"No?"

He didn't like the harshness in his voice, but he was tired of every answer being 'no'. Especially when it came to his own free will. Hera didn't give him a choice when she took him, she stole his memories, and even worse she told him Annabeth would ruin him or whatever.

Calypso flinched and let go of his arm, "You can't, I get three days with you before..."

"Before what?" he demanded. "You hand me over to Giga."

"No!" She shook her head fiercely, "I'd never do that."

"Then what?"

Calypso began to cry and looked down at her feet. Percy regretted yelling at her, he's come to regret many of his actions. He was homesick, tired of being everywhere and nowhere at the same time. He missed his mom, Paul, Grover, Tyson, Chiron, and everyone at camp. His features soften.

"What kind of deal did you strike with her?" He stepped closer to her.

Percy had grown in height sense he had last seen her so he now towered over her. Calypso backed away from him. An image of his mother and Gabe flashed through his mind. With a start he also moved away. Ever sense entering Taurus his emotions, his thoughts have altered. He couldn't explain it, and he couldn't understand it.

"Percy?" Calypso asked as she stood strait. "Are you alright?"

He grabbed his head and shook it, "What is wrong with me?"

"Brave one." She grabbed his hands and removed them from his temples. "Calm yourself. I have no intention of giving you to Giga or letting her harm Annabeth and Leo."

"She's got Annabeth?" He blinked. "And Leo. How?"

"He crash landed on the island after a battle and Giga had brought your girlfriend here a couple hours ago, when she had brought you." Calypso explained as she released his hands. Percy could see a slight blush grace her cheeks in the moonlight. "She is giving me three days with you. In three days she wants me to chose to either kill Leo and keep you or let you go."

"So essentially I am, a prize?" Percy frowned. "An object that Giga is using as a bargaining chip." he let out a bitter a laugh. "She did tell me that I had many uses."

"You are no object." She protested. "and I have no intention of killing Leo."

"How do you know she'll keep her word? Either way you choose she'll find a way to stab you in the back." Percy spat. "You can't trust her."

"Annabeth had told me the same thing." Calypso muttered.

"See!" He hollered and threw his hands in the air as he began pacing. "If she said it, it's definitely true."

The sea nymph clasped her hands and twirled her thumbs innocently, "I know that I cannot trust her."

Percy tilted his head. "Then what was the point of all of this?"

"I...I...I wanted to see you..."

Silence held the two of them. It was the proverbial Pegasus in the room. Percy sopped pacing and rocked on the balls of his feet. In the distance he could hear the soft crash of waves as they hit the shore. It was calming, as if his father-who was probably half crazy at the moment- was whispering comforting words to him.

"I'm sorry I hurt you." He whispered. "I regret not holding the gods to their oath. But Calypso I don't regret leaving. Do you understand?"

"You love her not me."She told him and turned away. "I've accepted that for a while now. How about we eat? You are probably starving."

On Que Percy's stomach let out a growl almost as loud as a monsters roar. The two of them glanced at each other in disbelief until laughter brought them from their sad conversation.

"I take that as a 'yes'." Calypso giggled. With a burning face he nodded, thoroughly embarrassed by his obnoxious stomach. "Come I'll have the servants prepare us some stew."

Percy smiled. He felt relieved that maybe, just maybe he and Calypso could be friends.

That's it for this chapter. Onward we go. Again I'm sorry, but with my hand all battered it will take me slightly longer to post, but I'm not going to abandon you. And if you haven't please read some of my other stories. Well please stay tuned.