To Awesome as Annabeth- I'm not sure what I'm naming the guy just yet. My brother's called Billy and I'd quite happily kill him most days, so sorry, but that's a no-no.

To Guest- Thank you! If only all siblings were like Aliesha and Cal; things would be so much better :P

Apologies for not updating on this one in forever, I've only recently got a small idea for it.

Something was up with Aliesha. She seemed distracted. Well, more distracted. She didn't threaten to kill Cal for making cookies that were meant to look like her, but ended up looking like pigs. Pigs fly, he had teased her, strutting about with his best Aliesha-impression. The best he got, strangely, was a glare. Normally, he would get a whack or two for that.

Another thing Cal had noticed- because he was smart like that- was that every other day, she would disappear for a few hours and return just before curfew, looking sheepish. It wasn't anywhere near his birthday and she wasn't nice enough to plan something for him, so what was she doing?

He waited two months for her to say something- he even dropped a few hints, but she didn't seem to register them. One night, she snuck out and Cal followed her. He had never seen her fly so fast and so urgently, trying to figure out her motives the whole trip to London. It was mid-morning here and Cal felt the change in time zones instantly. And the change in temperature. For the sake of his children, Jack kept a mild and soothing chill about the Tooth Palace- not enough to effect the fairies, but enough to keep them cool. Here, it was going into summer. Aliesha faltered in her flight pattern on a few occasions, but kept going. Cal struggled along. She took more after their mother in the heat resistance, but not to a strong degree.

He had to land a short while later, too warm. Thankfully, she didn't go far, disappearing through the wall of what Cal thought was a school. Did she fly all this way to learn? He pondered. If she wanted to learn, there was always Father Knowledge.

Cal summoned a cool breeze to chill out and then flew in after her. He had thought he would have lost her in the twists and turns of the secondary school, but she was in one of the first classrooms he came across, sitting at the back. He didn't rush in and grab her instantly, curiously looking around the classroom first. This had to be Maths. Numbers were everywhere and there were lots of them and symbols on the board.

Focusing on his sister, Cal noticed that she wasn't listening to the teacher or looking at the board or taking notes like the other students. She was staring somewhat dreamily, yet sadly, at a boy sat just before her. Dark hair, deep blue eyes, athletic frame, charming smile- oh dear.

"Lish!" He hissed. She startled, nearly toppling from the low cupboard she was sat on. It took a few seconds for her to place him and, when she did, she look mad.

"What are you doing here?!" She demanded.

"Better yet, what are you doing here?"

"That's… that's none of your business!" But her eyes flicked to the pretty boy again and her cheeks reddened.

Oh dear.

"Miss, it's cold in here!" Cal snapped back to reality and looked down. The crooked end of his staff had touched the floor and in his absent-mindedness, he had accidently lowered the temperature in the room. He hastily righted the staff and looked back at his sister.

"We need to talk."

"No, you need to leave."

"Later." He bounced forward and grabbed her by the arm before she could do anything. "Come on."

"No!"

"Lish, you can't stay here!"

"You can't stop me!"

"I have to!"

"No, you don't!" She snatched her arm free. "Just go home, Cal! I can take care of myself!"

"That's- oh, moon and stars, Lish, it's Cupid!" She did a double-take.

"What?"

"Cupid, OK? I've seen the look people get when he's been around."

"It's not Cupid!"

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah!"

"Have you had a strange stabbing pain you can't explain in your neck or back? Have you randomly smelt roses? Do you feel like you can't stop thinking about him?" He pointed harshly at the boy. "Why do you keep coming back here? How are you always finding him?"

"I-" But now he had said it, it all made sense. Something in her expression must have tipped him off, because his annoyance faded into something more sympathetic.

"Let's get you home." He took hold of her arm again, gentler this time, kindly leading her from the room.

"Cal-"

"You can't stay here."

"Why not?"

"He can't see you. Even if you somehow changed that, he's mortal."

"So?"

"He'll die. They all do. They'll grow up, they'll move on and then, one day, they won't be there."

"But you said Cupid-"

"I know what I said."

"Can't we talk to Cupid?"

"No. Once he's shoot you and your… partner," The way he said was so tense, so… pained, Aliesha couldn't help but wonder if Cupid had meddled with Cal too. But she would know about that, surely? "There's no changing it after he's shot you. Even he can't change, whether he wanted to or not."

"Then why would he-?"

"I don't know." Cal sighed. When he pulled her away again, she didn't resist.