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I hope this chapter will clear some of the water. It is from Percy's P.O.V. And I know that my chapters with some other characters like Frank and Cupid may be kind of awkward, but they do help me progress the story along. So while I will try to keep them at a minimum I cant promise that there won't be any other minor characters to this story line popping up. There will be definitely more Annabeth, Leo, Calypso, and Percy chapters because those four are the main characters to this story.

Also I really do have a dead line in December so my updates may slow down. I actually am writing a book for a contest. It's for a required project in my school (it's a career project and I do want to become an author). I'm 85% done with it, but man it needs a lot of tweaking.

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

Something felt wrong to Percy. Having Calypso hold his hand and cuddle into his chest felt wrong. He didn't understand the weird feeling underlining the overpowering adoration that made him remain as he was. Percy struggled to grasp what was making him feel so strangely. Although his conscious fighting for that missing piece was giving him a headache.

It was as if he were trapped in fog and each time he found himself to getting closer to an answer it was all taken away when the fog thickened with red. He was beginning to think that someone had filled his head with clouds. Much to his irritation they never left or gave him the freedom to clear his head. Percy wanted to understand what was going on. Why did he love Calypso? When she had told him to kiss her, he did just as she had asked feeling the need to make her happy, but inside he felt nothing about their kiss. Something just didn't feel right.

But you should love her. A male voice hissed in his mind. After all she's beautiful, kind, sweet,...did I mention she is beautiful?

Shouldn't there be more? He thought to himself. Percy felt like her beauty wasn't all there should be to a relationship. What was her favorite color? How did she feel about anything? Dose she mind if he is forgetful? What are we? He couldn't really think about anything she's told him of her past besides that her father was Atlas. Has she overcame the challenges in her life? Has she let them change her? What did she see in him? And more importantly, besides being pretty, what drew him to her?

Something was missing...

"Percy." She said his voice softly and caressed his cheek. "What is it you are thinking about?

He bit his lip and drew away from her soft, warm hand, "Why is everything so fuzzy?"

"I have no idea what you mean..." Calypso told him. "I'm here, you're here, were finally together. What could be so fuzzy about that?"

Grey eyes came to his mind briefly before the red ripped the image away, "I...I don't know."

She looked at him with concern and brought her lips to his. It tasted as if she was wearing cherry chap stick. He kissed back gently although it didn't feel, special. It felt as if he were kissing a wall or something. Not that she was a bad kisser. There was just nothing there.

He thought it was kind of funny that he felt this weird pull to her yet it didn't feel, real. But that couldn't be right, could it? Percy tried to remember how they even became a 'thing' in the first place. A lot of his past up to the point he awoke was fuzzy, his mom, his step father Paul, Camp half-blood, he was really forgetting what happened after Calypso told him he could escape his prophecy. Did he stay? Is that why he's here? As the memories got closer to the present they were blurry as if someone had stuck their finger on them until the colors all blended.

What happened to Annabeth? How did she get out of the Labyrinth? And Grover and Tyson, who saved them from the giant killer snake? Did Nico have to take his prophecy? Percy felt his chest become heavy, he was such a coward. He hated himself for abandoning his friends.

"Brave one." she whispered. "You've stopped kissing me."

He blinked and brought himself from his thoughts. Maybe she could tell him what made him stay. Wait. he thought for a moment, what if she's trapped me here like Odysseus?

That's ridicules Percy, The voice from earlier spoke again. You love her. You want to be with her. You are going to make her happy.

"Why did I stay?"

"Excuse me?" she asked him confused.

Percy removed himself from her grasp and began pacing the beach. He tried to ignore the voice in his head screaming at him to go back to her. When he looked back at her she was trembling in the sand as if she was afraid. Skillfully he ignored her current state to focus on his own thoughts.

"My friends, my family, everyone I know and love was in danger. I can't remember why I stayed. I knew that Tyson and Grover were in danger. I knew how to travel through the Labyrinth safely, so why did I stay when everyone I knew was depending on me?" He began running his hand through his hair as he paced. He paid little mind to the water which was lapping irritably at the beach to match his mood. "And what about Annabeth I..."

The pain in his head exploded to feel white hot. He fell to his knees gasping for air he couldn't seem to get in his lungs. The son of the sea would have screamed if his vocal cords didn't give out. Red fog seemed to wrap him in it's grasp as if reprimanding him for his inquiry. Sweat began forming all over his body as he tried to block out the pain.

"Percy!" Calypso screamed his name as she scrambled to his side.

A cool hand caressed his cheek. The red clouds began to fade and he was feeling better, but he couldn't remember why he was so upset in the first place. He tried to say something to Calypso, at first it came out as a sigh of air, then suddenly he found words. Or maybe the words found him.

"Marry me Calypso." For a second he wondered if it was even him saying it.

The sea nymphs eyes shined like two chocolate orbs. A smile bloomed on her face as she gave him a teary eyed nod. Calypso wrapped her arms around his neck laughing as she snuggled herself closer to him. A new voice came to his head, it was not at all harsh like the first one, it was a girls voice.

Seaweed brain.

He struggled to remember, Annabeth called him that right. Percy tried to grasp why he was hearing his best friend's voice in the back of his mind, but as he got closer and closer to the memory both it and Annabeth became fuzzier. The son of Poseidon wondered why he felt so much pain when thinking about the daughter of Athena.

Until the red clouds took her away...and then he could think of nothing but Calypso. A small painful throb in his chest still nagged at him, but he ignored it. After all what was more important that his fiancé?

I know Cupid said that Percy would have no thoughts of the past and anyone irrelevant to Calypso, but I wanted to show that Percy has his memories up to a citron point. For now...Muwahahah. Sorry, no spoilers for the story. Thank you guys for reading and enjoying and giving me advice. See you next time!