They all stared at the floor as they went into a deep silence. Not about how many lovers he had, but how deep their feelings went. Nico broke the silence. "Who's hungry? I am." He ran to the kitchen to get snacks. Jason laughed and Percy smiled weakly. He came back, Doritos in his mouth. "Huld he hivite Hrank hend Heo?" He said, mouth full of chips. "What?" Tony asked. He swallowed. "Should we invite Frank and Leo?"

Percy thought about it. "Go ahead." Nico brightened up. Two minutes later, he arrived with the two at his cabin. "I've explained to them what happened and they want in." Leo nodded enthusiastically. Frank nodded simply. "I want to read first!" Leo said. He grabbed the book out of Jason's hands and cleared his throat.

Calypso

"Damn, Perce." Jason said. Percy became silent.

When he drops from the sky, you laugh, huff, and say to the Fates, "Do you really think I'm going to go this time? Ha!"

But of course, you do.

You saw him, beautiful and strong, with a tired expression. You dragged him to your house. To your prisión. And you were tempted to let him drown. To just kill him and stop enduring this horrible visits from men who broke your heart.

But then he opened his eyes.

You almost gasped. They were the most beautiful green in the world. A shining sea-green that made you feel powerful.

So you did not kill him. You saved him.

You put him on the bed, and he moans "Grover, Tyson, where are you?"

You jump back in surprise and say "My brave one, are you awake?"

But he doesn't answer and you realize he has been talking in his sleep. You quickly fill his bed with blankets and search for some plants that can cure him. When you've got everything you need, you sing to him and cure him.

In the middle of the night, when he was still sleeping, you cry and sob and weep, feeling sorry for yourself. But you stop, doing that won't save you. What will save you is love, and to find love you have to make him stay. Yes…

For days, as he sleeps, you plot your plan to seduce him, and you have every detail figured out. Then only thing you need now is for him to be awake. You notice he is quite young, a man but only recently so. With your hands, you touch his face with love and smile at his sleeping, peaceful face.

Then you go to your garden, to work. If you are going to condemn a young man to living here, he should at least have a nice garden.

You work while smiling. Finally, someone for you to love and hug and kiss and…

"Who are you? Where am I?" he asks, and you run to his aid.

When you are going to start your plan, you see his eyes. They are so pure, so full of trust and love. You cannot do this to him, so you restrain yourself, almost crying.

You touch his face, but when he flinches is just a bittersweet reminder of that his stay here, is temporary.

You treat him like a friend, a visitor, you treat him with courtesy, with formality. But your heart, it aches for more… just one kiss…

No. He must leave.

Yes, he must. You don't trust yourself anymore. At night, when he does not hear you, you cry, and you hug your stomach, but you refuse to offer him what you want.

"There is it again"… "It's like you're trying not to enjoy yourself"… Oh, but her brave one knows. And you know about Annabeth, her name leaving a bitter taste in your mouth.

They all went silent. Percy most of all.

"Kiss…Mount Helens… Annabeth"

You still remember how he talked in his sleep, oblivious to the pain he was causing you.

That night, a visitor arrives.

You're afraid. Very much afraid. He can't take him now, can't he? Just a few more days, more of his eyes and beautiful smile. No, not today…

It is an enormous relief when he does not take your brave one away, but you are forced to offer.

When you explain, that amazement caught you by surprise. Doesn't he see how beautiful he is? Has he never seen his own eyes? Is he that blind?

And you realize, he is.

He never wanted to hurt you, but he did. He did. He did, he hurt you greatly, and he will pay for it.

When he is going to leave though, you find out you're incapable of hurting him. Once again, you have fallen in love with the hero, and you will always be the other girl.

You give him the flower, but it really is a reminder of you, of your love. But, as you see, he does not understand. He never will.

That night, you sob and weep, and hug your stomach, and do not sleep. No, there is no rest for those who are punished. You can almost see the Fates, laughing at you, cutting your braves one's yarn just to torment you.

You scream, you trash around but it's hopeless. You're done.

You spend a year like that. A living heartless shell. Not dead, but not fully alive, because who can live without a heart?

Hermes arrives one day, proud and tall, and makes it official: You are free.

But you don't feel free. Your problems never left you. So, another year later, you talk with Hera. You strike a burden.

And you wait.

You are good at waiting, and you are ready for it.

For seeing…him.

At the middle of the night, Hera warns you: it's time. You won't have long.

And there he is, handsome and strong, older than when you last saw him, but the same eyes.

"Calypso?" he asks, his eyes wide "Where am I?"

You walk up to him, and kiss him. As Hera promised, he cannot object.

"What…? Don't kiss me, Calypso"

You smile, "Oh, but you'll forget this, my brave one. And only I will remember this."

"No!"

And so you kiss him all night, and hug him, and stare at his eyes. You only kiss him, but that is enough for you, enough for you to know that you have revenge. Because the heroes are cruel, and you know it.

It is years after that you realize what you did was wrong, and, when you do, it is too late.

So what you do is visit him. He is more manly now, and has more muscle. But the same eyes, the same beautiful eyes.

"My brave one" you bow

"Calypso!" he hugs you, and you feel ashamed of yourself.

"I've come to ask for forgiveness"

"Why?" he asks, oblivious as always

"For all of it" you say.

He shrugs, but forgives you anyway. That is when you see, through the window, a beautiful baby girl with green eyes. His green eyes.

Jason nodded. "This is what would've happened if you hadn't broken up with Annabeth."

It's like he stabs you.

You turn away from him with a glare and decide yes, the heroes are cruel. But you can be crueler.

In the middle of the night, you bring the knife down.

At only an inch from the baby's throat, you stop.

She's opened her eyes, and they are her father's eyes. Beautiful and pure. Innocent.

You are not capable. You never will. All your plans are rubbish.

And, as you thought, you are not free of your burdens and problems. You are not free of yourself.

You are doomed to be the other girl. Forever.

They all went silent as tears slid down Percy's face as he stared at the floor. Leo didn't comment. He stood up and walked to his bedroom and slammed the door.

Jason turned to Tony. "This is all your fault, you know." He nods. "If Percy had married Annabeth, he never would've known. But now he broke up with her, he has a right to know who loves him. Oh yeah, and Jason?" Jason rose a questioning eyebrow. He grinned. "You won't like the next chapter." Then he disappeared in a flash.