Hey here is my next chapter. Please enjoy, read, and review. I've added a little one sided Perlypso and I think a hind of Cleo. But to Percabeth fans like me, don't worry Percabeth is not going anywhere.

Disclaimer, I do not own Percy Jackson or the Heroes of Olympus, they all belong to Rick Riordan. NOT ME.

Calypso knew she wouldn't just 'forget' about Percy. Each time he looked at her she felt as if a jolt of electricity went through her. There was still a part of her that wanted him to be hers, but she knew that it wasn't going to happen anytime soon. The look on the son of Poseidon's face each time he talked about the daughter of Athena told her all she needed to know. He loved Annabeth, not her. There was also another complication added to the mix.

Leo.

She keeps telling herself that he isn't good enough for her. Following after Percy Jackson would make it almost impossible for any other boy to compare. Yet, she finds herself feeling guilty with thoughts like that. It wasn't Leo's fault she was cursed to be miserable. But Calypso found that when Leo arrived she was taking all of her frustrations out on him, making her no better than the gods or Gaea.

With a sigh Calypso entered her cave. She saw that her invisible servants had given Percy some extra blankets and pillows so he'd be at least a little comfortable on the floor. The son of Poseidon must have been exhausted because he was already asleep by the time she had arrived. Calypso admired how calm his face was as he slept. Giving into her temptations she knelt by his side.

There was something so eternal about him, as if he were immortal. She had the same feeling when he had arrived on her island years ago, but now the aura around him seemed to be infinitely stronger. Nothing had changed about him though. He was still the sweetest and gentlest guy she knew. The only major difference about him was that he was more fearful of himself.

Remembering his reaction the day before Calypso ran her hand through his hair hoping to sooth away his past worries. She smiled, in all her time alone on the island she forgot how soft his hair was and how warm his skin felt. Percy shifted in his sleep, smiling as he murmured a name Calypso couldn't quite catch, but she knew it was probably the name of the daughter of Athena. Was he always this heavy of a sleeper? Calypso wondered.

While she was lost in thought Percy, still sleeping moved his pillow from under his head and brought it to his chest like a child would a stuffed toy. Calypso fought herself trying not to laugh, but she found the whole seen too endearing. The Son of Poseidon had his cheek pressed up against the makeshift stuffed toy. Still suppressing a chuckle Calypso got up and grabbed a pillow from the cabinet that held her extra linen. She placed the pillow in the spot where the original had been and gently began to move Percy's head onto it.

She couldn't believe he still held onto who he was after all he's been through. The previous day he had told Calypso everything that had happened after he had left her island. In his babbling he hadn't realized that he brought up visiting Tartarus. It was as if he was getting everything off of his chest at once. Calypso winced when she heard how her curse on Annabeth had made their journey more difficult.

If she would have known Percy would have actually ended up in that place, she wouldn't have let the words spoken in anger pass through her lips.

Calypso looked at Percy again. He was still asleep, with a pillow snuggled up to his chest. Love and endearment overwhelmed her. How could one man, out all the men who've been on her island affect her this much? Without thinking she leaned forward and kissed him. She felt as if she had been shocked by lightning, her brain yelled at her, CALYPSO he loves someone else, NOT YOU! Another voice told her to forget all logic, if you love him you shouldn't let him go.

The sea nymph pulled away and murmured, "I don't think that is how the saying goes."

Percy was still asleep, none the wiser that he had just received a kiss from Calypso. At the sound of her voice Percy shifted until his back was facing her. Calypso decided she should go to bed before the son of Poseidon notices her watching him as he slept. Slowly she crawled under her blankets and fell asleep.

The dream she had was an odd one, there was no denying that. She was on her island during the day time, but despite the lack of a moon the moon lace flowers were still blooming beautifully. Even stranger than that she wore a long white dress. Ahead of her was a white trail of fabric.

"Are you ready?" A voice asked.

Next to her she saw the god of machines, Hephaestus. He wore a nice tuxedo (she knew what a tuxedo was because Hermes had told her something's about the outside world) and despite his beard catching a flame every so often he looked very nice. It was a complete contrast to how he looked when he usually came to her island.

After a moment she asked. "For what?"

With a smile Hephaestus handed her a bouquet of metal flowers. They were surprisingly light, but she still didn't understand what was happening. Why was she in a white dress...

Oh, my. She thought. Her heart began to beat loudly in her chest. A moment she's wanted her whole imprisonment and she didn't even know who the groom was. Hephaestus said nothing as he covered her face with the veil and led her down the white trail. Violin music played in her ears.

From what she could see from behind the white screen that covered her eyes the wedding had a big turn out. Both Olympians and other gods were there. She could sense that many demigods were there as well. Her heart beat became loud like thunder in her ears. Could anyone else hear it?

Finally her eyes landed on her groom. He was the fuzziest looking of all. Each time she got a good look at him, something about him would change. At first he was tall but then he shrank. His hair was dark curly and then it'd just become feathery and black. The with of his shoulders would go from being slim to being broader.

When Calypso neared him she still couldn't seem to make him out. He was familiar but she couldn't figure out who he was.

"Who here gives this woman away?" A male voice asked.

Hephaestus smiled at her and patted her tiny hands with his calloused, meatier ones. "I do."

She and the god walked forward. Hephaestus released her arm and her groom took it gently.

"You'll take care of her won't you?" Hephaestus asked.

Her future husband nodded and led her up to the alter. She admired how beautiful the wedding turned out. The sun was shining brightly over head, but the gentle breeze that came through kept it from becoming too hot. The fragrance of the flowers around them became more pronounced, the sent easing away her worries. She looked back at the groom.

"Are you ready?" He asked. His voice seemed to be a mixture of two different voices. It was at that moment she realized who the groom looked like through her veil. She felt her face flush.

"Leo?"

'Leo' frowned and lifted the white veil from her face. Her heart became still for a brief moment. It wasn't Leo who she was marrying.

"Percy?" She asked in disbelief.

Percy's beautiful green eyes became sad, making her heart break. Calypso finally got to study his appearance for the first time. He was as handsome as always. It seemed like he had spent hours trying to get his hair to cooperate, but Calypso knew from experience that his hair was wild and free. He wore a black tuxedo with a green tie that matched his eye color. His face was beautifully tanned as if he had been kissed by the sun a thousand times.

"This is what you wanted, right?" He asked her. "You wanted to marry me. Leo wasn't good enough for you. You said it yourself."

It was what she wanted. She wanted Percy Jackson. "Yes."

Percy's carefree smile returned. It was then she noticed that he wasn't exactly the Percy she knew. His eyes didn't sparkle as they usually do when he smiles. It was as if he wasn't actually there.

"We are gathered here today to bring these two lovely children together as man and wife. If anyone has an objection please speak now or forever hold you piece."

Behind her Calypso heard someone struggling. Turning slightly she saw the daughter of Athena fighting against her invisible servants. Kicking and screaming calling to Percy to wake up. He's asleep? Calypso wondered and looked back at Percy. The smile he had before was still held on his face, it was like he didn't even notice the girl he truly loved fighting to get to him.

"No? Than we may proceed. Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon, do you take Calypso to be you're lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health till death do you part?" The preacher asked. Calypso looked at Percy wearily as if he'd refuse at any moment. Part of her hoped he would just so she could see the real him come back.

"I do." Percy agreed. Calypso felt her heart soar again. She couldn't help but feel happy about him agreeing to marry her.

"NO!" Annabeth screamed behind her.

As if not hearing the screaming girl the preacher continued. "And do you Calypso, daughter of Atlas, take Percy Jackson to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health till death do you part?"

Calypso looked to Annabeth who despite being bound and gagged shook her head pleadingly. At first the sea nymph felt empathy until she remembered that the daughter of Athena is the one who took Percy from her in the first place. At the moment she could careless about the feelings of others. Then she looked back at Percy who's expression still remained unchanged. He was the one man she didn't want to let go. He was the greatest man she had ever met.

"I do." She told the pastor without hesitation.

Calypso was tired of everyone else being happy except her. She was tired of being the dirt under everyone's feet. It was her turn to be happy. Quickly she wrapped her arms around Percy's neck and kissed him. Fireworks went off inside of her. This was her perfect moment.

"How could you?"

She pulled away from Percy to look at the owner of the voice. It was Leo, he held a handful of roses and was standing in the center of the isle way. His curly hair was slicked back and he wore the close she had made for him. Leo's brown eyes clearly showed devastation.

Before she could respond Calypso was yanked out of her dream and back into reality. She woke up gasping for breath. Faintly she could see sunrise flowing into the room.

"That was some dream." She whispered as she held her hand over her chest. Her heart was filled with both longing and regret. Two emotions that completely contradicted each other.

"Morning." Percy told her as he stretched. She wondered if he noticed that he was cuddling with a pillow. Calypso studied him. His hair was messier than usual and his cloths were all wrinkled from sleep. "What?"

Calypso blushed when she realized he noticed her staring, "Nothing, nothing. I'll have the servants prepare breakfast."

She rushed out of the cave and into the sunlight. Her dream still brought so many questions into her head. Could she really force Percy to be hers? She didn't know what she hated more, the fact that she dreamt about him becoming hers unwillingly, or the fact that she didn't mind the idea. After telling the servants to prepare breakfast Calypso sank to the ground.

"Oh, what am I going to do?"

Wow, hey guys I do have a little hint of one sided Perlypso, but...Well you're going to have to continue reading to find out what happens next. Cleo fans please don't kill me. I hope to post soon and if you guys are wondering what day this is in their timeline of three days this would only be the second day. I've decided that the first day when Percy woke up doesn't count as a day because he was unconscious and he arrived at night. Anyway please read on.