We're Coming Home

She Wanted Freedom and He Wanted Paradise

Disclaimer: I do not own the Percy Jackson series or the Heroes of Olympus series. They rightfully belong to Rick Riordan. Though, I guess the greek mythology is owned by Greece, and the roman mythology is owned by the Romans. I also do not own the songs Iris and I'm Coming Home II.

Warning: There is Fem!Percy, so if you do not like, then I would advise for you not to read this story. This is also character deaths, along with already dead characters. This story will have slightly sad moments and might have some dark or bloody moments (it has monsters, half-bloods, and immortals for gods sakes!) Little mentions of child-abuse, only in the past, nothing explicit.

Shout Out: To Frozen Sea, Extended Experience, and the CupCakeGuest for reviewing! I didn't expect so much feedback for all of you.

Enjoy!

Chapter Two

The Raft

Part Water-

And the blood will dry underneath my nails.

And the wind will rise up to fill my sails...

...But I know, no matter what it takes,

I'm coming home…

It felt like it was just yesterday when she had been banished. The memories washed over her just at the word banished. She couldn't help but feel bitter towards the king of the gods. He had sent her to Ogygia without a thought, not even bothering to talk about it.

All because she had loved the traitor, Nico Di' Angelo, who had actually been announced a hero in the end. Ironic, how the heroine loved the traitor, such a cheesy idea. Like in those movies that her mom use to love so much.

Questions always filled Percy. Like, was her mother alive? Or Thalia? Or Annabeth? Or anybody? How long has it passed in reality? Did Manhattan change at all? Had there been another Doctor for the Doctor Who series?

Percy sighed as she stared out into the ocean, imagining herself leaving the place. The place was beautiful, but lonely. The sun was up, it being around afternoon. She looked at the crystal clear waters, the fish swimming happily under the warmth of the sun. She wished she could be as happy as they were, maybe then she could block out everything bad.

The sand beneath her felt warmer, as if the island was trying to comfort its prisoner. Or maybe it was trying to taunt her, make her feel sick for her home. For the busy streets of Manhattan, for the challenging activities at camp, for the feeling of her friends and family being near her. For the feeling of other humans around her, to comfort her and cheer her up. Thalia and Annabeth would always do that. Whenever Percy had a nightmare, they would be there to rub her back and cheer her up, make her smile. And she'd always be there for them, whenever Annabeth would think of her childhood full of spiders, or when Thalia would remember the feeling of dying. She wanted that back.

Percy's eyes started to burn, and she knew that she was going to cry. So she wiped her eyes, refusing to cry, to show weakness even if she was alone. Alone. The cold word that made her heart feel hollow.

Honestly, even though she was lonely, that just made her more determined to change. Soon, she knew so much more than what she use to know. She learned French, Italian, and Latin, now able to fluently write and talk in all three languages.

She trained every morning, and was the fittest she'd ever been. Calypso had been able to use small amounts of magic, and now she could do things like make fire-proof stuff and weave clothes (a slightly boring hobby to her). Sword fighting was like swimming, and controlling water was a lot smoother. All in all, Ogygia had done her good.

But that didn't make up for the emptiness. She learned all of the invisible spirits' names, and could sometimes notice where they were by the shift in the air. That was pretty sad, considering the fact that none of the spirits actually talked to her or show themselves.

Sometimes, in her dreams, she'd see them. Being a demigod gave her the ability to see the past, present, and sometimes the future. It depended on how much the Fates wanted you to see. They were kind enough to let her see the past, the good times.

Like when Connor and Travis would prank all of the cabins. Or when Thalia, Annabeth, and her had done so many things together that only sisters and best friends would do. Or when she would sneak out of Camp Half Blood to see Nico, her past-lover. The person she had wanted everything with, yet still somehow she managed to screw his life up. Maybe it was her bad luck, she was famous for it.

Percy sighed as she looked at the sky, knowing that the day was going to be just like all the others. Boring. Sad. Lonely.

Apparently, Percy underestimated her good luck, the kind she rarely got. Because as soon as she stopped self-pitying herself, someone washed up onto the shores of Ogygia.

She curiously walked over to the person, close enough so that her feet were in the water, right by the latino boy's head. She dragged him onto the dry sand and inspected him. He had curly brown hair that was stuck to his cheeks. He was wearing a white, loose button up and suspenders. His shirt was soaked with blood, coming mostly from his arms, which were hanging limply at his sides.

Percy opened her palm and it glowed green. A medical kit popped up from nowhere, ready to be used. It was her special demigod kit, and had the best supplies.

She carefully used her powers to remove all of the salt water from his wounds, causing the boy to flinch slightly. She then ripped his shirt off and started wrapping nectar soaked bandages around him. Once she was finished, he surprisingly woke up.

He opened his eyes, and Percy couldn't help but marvel at how mesmerizing his eyes were, they an almond brown, warm and cheerful. She shook her head, confusion filling her. Why was she acting like this?

Then it hit her, like when Grover had accidentally hit her with his reeds. Calypso's curse also included falling in love with every male demigod that entered the island. Horror filled her as she realized the same would happen for her. She had to fall in love. Every time a male came. Every single time.

"It seems you're awake," she felt herself say as she played with her medical kit. The boy looked at her with confusion and curiosity. She could feel a warm feeling soak through her heart. The boy was cute-no, he was actually pretty hot. Not that he needed to know that. Many guys had big egos.

The boy sat up quickly, looking panicked. "Calm down, I'm not going to harm you," Percy said as she gave him a piece of Ambrosia.

"Funny of you to say that, because that sounds awfully similar to what monsters say before they try to eat me. Not a fun experience." Joked the boy, but his eyes were still narrowed. Percy felt herself smile.

"Trust me, I'm a demigod too" she said, taking a bite of Ambrosia, only to mentally recoil. It tasted like her mother's blue cookies. Too much like home, too close to reality.

"Where are we?" The boy asked as he glanced around, checking the place out.

"We are on an island called Ogygia" Percy answered back, keeping her voice normal. She watched as the boy's eyes widened further and further. He breathed out abruptly, causing her to tilt her head at him.

"Well, you were a hero in need of help, and you appeared here. I'm just the caretaker of Ogygia, cursed to this place." Percy kept an eye on the boy as she spoke, ready for something to happen.

"Then who are you?" He looked at her expectantly, as if waiting for her to answer. But all Percy could feel was anger and sadness. It was Zeus' fault that she was stuck here, all because he couldn't think.

"Tell me, who are you?" Percy knew she should've answer his question, but she felt the need to know him first. The boy was intriguing, not acting like a regular guy. Arrogant. Egotistic. Idiotic.

"My name is Leo Valdez, son of Hephaestus" he answered, his eyes shining with happiness. Persephone sighed, she didn't know him. Though, she probably wouldn't have forgotten a guy like him.

"Very well, it is only fair that I tell you my name. I don't think we have ever met, Leo Valdez, so my name might not be familiar to you. My name is Persephone Jackson, daughter of Poseidon. And may I properly welcome you to my curse, my punishment. Welcome to Ogygia."

It was kind of funny, seeing the boy's reaction. His eyes widened as he stared at her like she was an alien. He was gaping like a fish. He put his finger up and looked like he was going to speak, but thought different of it and stayed quiet. This went on until Percy sighed in exasperation.

"Are you going to say something?" She asked, her voice holding amusement. Leo's mouth closed and he calmed down before speaking.

"Um, do you know Thalia and Annabeth," he asked hesitantly. Percy's eyes widened and she grabbed the boy's shoulders.

"You know them? Are they alive? Are they okay? Gods, tell me!" She was shaking Leo back and forth, as if she was trying to turn him into a milkshake.

"S-stop s-shaking-g m-me," said Leo, causing Percy to stop and look at him expectantly, almost like a child waiting for a cookie.

"Yes I know them, they're huntresses for Artemis. They are on Argo II right now, waiting for me." Leo said as he brushed his shirt like he was trying to get rid of dust bunnies or something. Percy sighed in relief before surprise took over.

"Annabeth is part of the Huntresses?" Leo nodded.

"Tell me everything." She demanded, her eyes glowing fiercely.

And so he did.

PxL

Persephone stretched as she watched Leo work. He was making a small toy boat out of plastic straws and paper, which wasn't good material for a water machine. It had a few days ever since he had arrived, and the two had gotten closer. Leo's sense of humor and his presence filled Persephone with happiness. She wasn't alone anymore, at least for now.

But she remembered what Calypso had told her. Heroes land on this island when they need my help and I heal them. They stay for a while and I learn to love them, even though I promised myself to never love again. I'm glad that at least one of the gods or goddesses pitied me enough to send me a friend instead of a lover. Thank you for staying a bit longer then you need to, Percy."

It bothered her because she had the same curse as Calypso. That was what Zeus had said when he banished her to Ogygia. So did that mean she had to fall for every hero who landed on the island too? She did feel a weird tug at her stomach, not one that made her sick, but one that made her feel good.

Did that mean she was falling for Leo Valdez?

She wasn't sure if she was ready to love somebody again. She fell for Nico and look where that got her. That got her stuck on an island, banished from the place she called home. Yeah, great way to start off a relationship, especially her first one.

"Hey Persephone, you okay?" Leo's concerned face made her smile softly. Leo was great, always so funny and caring. He started calling her Persephone, refusing to use the name Percy. Saying that a beautiful girl deserved a beautiful name. Sweet of him to say.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking," she replied airily, tugging on her braid as she sat up. Leo grinned at her mischieviously.

"Don't think too hard, you might get hurt." He yelped as Percy slapped his arm. He pouted, rubbing his arm, where a bruise had already started forming.

"Shut up, Firebug." Percy grinned triumphantly as she watched Leo glare at his hurt arm.

"Whatever," muttered Leo as he kept working on his sailboat, secretly smiling to himself. His fingers naturally worked, gracefully moving as they built something. He always got like this when he worked on something. It was like something inside of him already knew what he was doing even though he had never made a toy boat before. An airplane, yes. A boat, no.

Percy sighed as she looked at the sky, her fingers blocking the sun from her view. She watched a bird fly through the clouds, its wings grand and beautiful. Sometimes, she wondered what it was like to be a bird. Sure, she was a daughter of Poseidon, but that didn't mean she wasn't curious about other things.

Percy was in a good mood. She was on a paradise island with someone else, her friends were safe, and she had a cute boy next to her. It couldn't get any better.

Well, actually it could. Like, for example, if she was able to escape the island and see her family. Now that would be elysium itself.

"Ah ha!" Leo cried out, showing Persephone the toy boat he made.

It was adorable, with a straw outline. The base of the boat was covered by paper. Two popsicle sticks pointed up, to hold the sails, which were ripped pieces of Leo's new shirt. It was the size of Leo's two hands side by side, palms up. He handed it to Percy.

"Here, for you."

Percy smiled, holding the boat carefully. "Thanks Firebug, it's wonderful."

"It's nothing really," replied Leo in embarrassment as he scratched his head. Percy kissed Leo's cheek and stood up.

"Come one, I think the spirits finished making lunch." Percy said as she walked back towards her house. Leo sat there for a second, a hand pressed against his cheek that she had kissed. Then, he grinned from ear to ear and followed the daughter of the sea.

The spirits always made large amounts of food, way more than what Persephone ever needed. So when Leo arrived, they started making loads more. Leo thought it was amazing how the invisible spirits were able to make so much food in such little time. Persephone was just annoyed by how much food they wasted, but she was still thankful for them.

"Yum," Leo said as he dug into his flank steak and fries. Persephone was eating a mashed potatoes and filet mignon, some of her favorite foods. Especially peppercorn steak.

Leo had ordered flank steak and fries, after learning that Persephone was completely against seafood. He had found out after she saw a grilled fish and looked like she was going to cry. She had screamed in rage and started ranting about how it was wrong to eat seafood because they were the creatures of the sea, her domain.

It was funny how Leo was fire and Persephone was water. Leo had pointed it out earlier, when Persephone was showing him some of her water tricks. Persephone had told him that controlling elements was the one of the hardest things to learn. So he shouldn't feel like he was weak compared to Jason and Piper.

"The easier it is to control something, the weaker it is. So if Jason can use his powers so easily, then he either tons and tons of training or his powers are pretty weak compared to ours. Piper hasn't learned the true use of Charmspeaking. She is just putting as much power behind her words as she can, she needs to start thinking like the people she is speaking to. See their point of view."

When Leo had asked how she knew that, she shrugged. "On this island is tons of books and scrolls. I happened to come across books and scrolls that held the powers of children of the gods and goddesses."

Leo put his fork down as he finished his meal. He glanced at Persephone as she gracefully finished her meal too. She smiled at Leo when she caught him looking, causing heat to rise to Leo's ears. He just grinned in reply and started drinking his blue cherry coke. Percy had gotten him to like cherry coke, specifically cherry blue coke.

Persephone sighed as she looked out of the window. She noticed something, a small thing floating to the shore. She squinted at it, trying to figure out what it was. When she realized what it was, she paled.

"Hey Persephone, what're you looking at?" Asked Leo as he scooted out of his chair and sat next to her, trying to find the thing she was watching. He leaned towards the window, his face almost pressed against it.

He then saw it. It was a small and he would've missed it if it wasn't for his keen eyes. It was looked like a bunch of planks put together. Badly put together, definitely not made by a child of Hephaestus. It was brown and damp from the water, with rope tying it together.

"What is that?" Leo questioned, pointing to the raft thingy that Persephone was staring at. She turned to him with sad eyes and a pale face.

"It's a raft. It comes when the prisoner of the island finishes the curse. It is suppose to take you back to reality, back to your friends. And leave me here alone…again."

~End of Chapter Two~

Author's Note: Thank you all! Please review! And constructive criticism is welcome!