Okay, I know my last chapter was kind of a let down. In reality I could have probably done it a lot better. I hope you enjoy this next one. It may be kind of slow, but I've added slight Perlypsoness from Percy. Please tell me what you think. Again I'm sorry if Percy seems a little out of charater. Also for the last chapter. I needed it to be a little briefer for building up the suspense for this one. Sorry I didn't post before the end of the day.

Disclaimer, I do not own Percy Jackson all rights belong to Rick Riordan

"Percy Jackson."

The son of Poseidon turned at the sound of his name. Literally he saw an angel. The guy with white angel wings coming from his back. He had long black hair and his eyes seemed to glow red. The man wore a suite that was completely white. Percy was sure he was probably some kind of model. But why would he be on Calypso's island, searching for him no less.

This didn't bode well.

Percy threw the little row boat to the side. It landed with a soft thud onto the sand. He was planning on testing it in the ocean, he had a feeling that Calypso had never tried using it before so he wanted to at least see for himself that it wouldn't work. Without hesitation the son of Poseidon brought riptide from his pocket and let it grow to it's full sword form.

For a long moment there was a silence between the two of them. The only sound that could be heard came from the waves crashing loudly onto the shore and the occasional bird that flew past. Something told Percy that this guy was not as soft as he looked and he could easily hold his own in a fight. And seeing as how Percy wasn't the most pleased with the recent shows of his own sword fighting the guy had the advantage. The son of Poseidon cursed Hera for taking eight months from him.

The man arched an eyebrow and let his eyes scan Percy up and down, "I can see why so many people are interested in you."

"Who are you?" Percy demanded ignoring what the man had said. The man chuckled,

"I am the god of love." The man smiled brightly.

The son of Poseidon looked at him, "You're definitely not Aphrodite. I'm gonna take a wild guess and say you're Cupid."

Cupid chuckled slightly and adjusted the case of arrows strapped to his back, "You're smarter than you look."

The bad feeling in Percy's chest exploded into full on panic. He had an idea of why Cupid decided to pay him a visit, there was only one thing it could be. Percy reluctantly lowered his sword. There had to be a way for him to get out of this unwanted turn of events. As if sensing Percy's distress Cupid let a brighter smile ease it's way onto his flawless face. Smoothly he strode forward until he was only a swords length away from the young demigod.

"Definitely smarter." Cupid smirked. "You know why I am here."

"Yeah, Gaea's getting desperate." Percy jeered. "I thought you were supposed to be a baby in a diaper."

Cupid's cheeks became redder than his eyes. "That was just some stupid prank Hermes played on me years ago. He stole all my clothes and replaced them with those infernal devices. And the mortals soaked it up, believing that Valentines day is supposed to be a cute holiday."

"How about we skip the talk and get to the part where I kick your godly butt?" Percy challenged. "I'm not going to let you mess with my head. Too many people have already."

The god sighed regrettably and tucked some of his dark hair behind his ear. Percy imagined that many girls would fall for the guy, but there was something else about him that caught his attention. The son of Venus and Mars's face held a harshness that resembled his fathers. He didn't seem to take after his mother as much as it look. Percy regained his battle position.

"Now, now Percy." The roman god crooned his name as if he were a lost child. "You don't have to fear me. Just hear me out."

Percy scowled at him. "About?"

"Oh you know who?" Cupid winked and began to circle around the young demigod, in a similar fashion a shark would it's pray. He stopped and leaned in close to Percy's ear. "Calypso."

Percy tensed and swung his sword around at the man who was too close for comfort. The god dodged with little effort, a smile still edged into his features. He's mocking me. The son of Poseidon thought angrily. He did not take kindly to being teased. Especially when the guy was invading his personal bubble.

"What about her?"Percy demanded.

"You were in love with her. Were you not? I can still sense traces of your feelings for the sea nymph." The man told him. Percy tighten his grip on riptide hoping to suppress his anger that this god was saying he was in love with Calypso. He loved Annabeth, she was who he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. "Ah, struck a nerve didn't I?But there was a time you wanted to stay on the island, right?"

As if against his will Percy spoke, "There was a time, but that was before I realized who I love."

"Of course. The daughter of Athena. Very lovely girl, I can see why you like her." Cupid began circling him again his path growing ever closer to the demigod. "She's the stability in your somewhat unstable nature. The paddles of your boat, the anchor to your ship. The..."

"Can you stop with all the water references?" Percy face-palmed. It was okay if he made the water references (he's the son of Poseidon), but coming from this guy it just sounded, weird.

"Yes, I am getting off topic." The god admitted as flicked some hair over his sholder. "I'm almost as scatterbrained as those imbeciles who call themselves our leaders. So tell me what is wrong with Calypso? I can sense that a part of you is still attracted to her."

Percy's heart began to race. He had to admit that Calypso was pretty, the most beautiful girl next to Annabeth. When he had been on Calypso's island the first time, he was sure he was in the Elysium. Leaving had left a bigger hole in his heart than he'd like to admit, but going home had also provided him with so much more than he'd have on Ogygia. There was a point when he thought that he wouldn't be able to move on from the daughter of Atlas.

Percy swallowed hard, "Calypso is beautiful, I'd have to be blind not to see that, but contrary to what you might think there is more to love than attraction. When you are in love it is like you can't live without that person. It's like when they're gone there is a pain that will never heal over until your with them again."

"Wow." Cupid rested his perfectly shaped cheek on the palm of his hand as if he was really struck by the idea. "If I didn't know any better I'd say there was a little of the love goddess's genes in you. That was a really touching Hallmark saying."

The son of Poseidon wondered why this guy couldn't see love for what it was, nothing but sacrifice and unwavering affection in it's truest form. "I'm not making this up. I've felt it before."

"Love is cruel and painful, now let's skip the mushy stuff and get down to business." Cupid had rounded to the point where he was standing behind Percy. The young demigod refused to turn around. He wasn't going to give this guy the satisfaction of knowing he was digging under his skin. "You will fall in love with Calypso, of your own will or if I force you."

Before Percy could turn around to defy the god, Cupid grabbed onto his wrist and kept him facing away. Percy was surprised at how strong of a grip Cupid had. He struggled uselessly in his captor's grasp, cursing at his own stupidity for not dispatching the god sooner. What had kept him from attacking the god?

"Let. Me. Go!" The son of Poseidon demanded as he elbowed Cupid in the stomach. It did little to loosen the god's hold. Cupid forced Percy arms to cross over his own chest as most would prepare a corpse for it's casket. Smoothly, the Roman god held the both of struggling child's wrist with one hand and reached to the case at his back with the other. Percy bucked more, but it was a hopeless situation, Cupid was too strong.

"As you must know, my magic over love comes from these arrows I carry." Cupid held an arrow out in front of him so Percy could see it before discarding it into the sand. "But over the years I've learned of a stronger spell, a more binding spell that will make you love whom I choose without question or thoughts to anyone who is irrelevant to them. Unfortunately it is not completely unbreakable like most magic. There is only one way you can be freed."

Percy paid some attention to the god, but his soul focus was trying to escape. He imagined that it was probably something corny like getting a kiss before the midnight of the third night or something similar to that. And it probably couldn't be just any kiss. It had to be a kiss from a true love. The son of Poseidon scowled at the idea of his life becoming one big fairy-tale.

Behind him he could almost feel Cupid smile as he brought his mouth to the demigod's ear, "But she'll be dead quite soon."

No, Percy wouldn't let Annabeth die. In a last ditch effort the son of Poseidon smashed his foot onto the shoe of his captor. The effects were dulled by the soft sand beneath them, but it gave Percy enough of an opening to break free. Percy bolted away as fast as he could. He knew this was the part where Annabeth would tell him to regroup himself and then plan an attack.

"You cannot escape me that easily." Cupid declared and then the demigod could faintly hear him chanting in Latin. "Amor, iracundia, et germinare eam facit, et facere verum pectore meo, et da mihi imperare volunt. Atlantis filiam Calipsonem."

Suddenly all Percy could see was red. He was surrounded in a blood colored mist that he couldn't seem to shake it away. His knees gave out and he found himself face first into the soft, warm sand. He tried to resist the magic's hold on him, but it was stuck to him like glue and it wormed it's way into his mind. Cupid walked calmly into his view, Percy mustered the best glare he could when his strength was fading.

"Don't look at me like that, child." the god chided. "I know for a fact you wouldn't choose Calypso willingly. Your too stubborn. If it makes you feel any better the daughter of Athena will only seem like a dream. Your pain will be dull."

The god pushed back Percy's messy hair back, almost like he was comforting him. Percy gurgled a protest, but the mist became more painful than annoying. He tried to scream, only an airy warps escaped him. Soon it became a thick fog, blinding him like a blanket being tucked too tightly over his head. The son of Poseidon fought desperately against the magic even though he could feel that it was a helpless situation.

"What have you done?" He heard a familiar voice demand. There was both shock and awe in the person's tone

Percy heard someone shift on the sand, "He's all yours now."

The pain of the magic slowly faded as the red began to sink into his skin. Percy felt gentle hands turn him over onto his back. Someone caressed his cheek and rubbed the sand from them. He felt himself unconsciously leaning into the person's touch as if he was happier being under this person's care. But part of him screamed that this wasn't right. He loved...he loved... Percy searched for the last word to the phrase.

Another voice seemed to whisper in his ear. He loved...

Calypso.

Okay, I hope that this chapter was better than my last one. I know that it is kind of long and slow, but I was hoping to build up to the climax of it and even throw in Percy's thoughts on Calypso.

By the way the line in Latin was from Google translate so it might not be written grammatically correct. In English it means "Love, passion, and heart divine make it true and make it mine to command and give to whom I choose. Calypso daughter of Atlas."

It the ending is kind of similar to how Rick says you choose to call someone during an IM.