Disclaimer - I don't own Percy Jackson!

Warning - This story will contain slash, no one forces you to read this, if you don't like it then please don't read this. Also there is MAJOR OOC on Luke's part.

Luke had been spending his time on the edges of the Elysium fields, keeping away from anybody who may have known him. He was surprised he was in Elysium, he thought he would be in the Fields of Asphodel if he wanted to be kind to himself. He just stayed in his house and did nothing, who would have thought there were houses in the Underworld? One day, Luke decided to get up and go out for a walk, as soon as he stepped out of the doorway, he found himself standing in his old house. He looked around and saw his mother in the kitchen. She turned around. When she saw him, she cried happily, "Luke!" She ran up to him and engulfed him in a massive hug. "I have your lunch ready for you in the kitchen!" Luke flinched at the memory of what she meant but before he could say anything, his mother had grabbed him and dragged him into the Kitchen. She sat Luke down at the kitchen table. Stacked on the counter were hundreds of Tupperware boxes with peanut butter and jelly sandwiches inside. The ones on the bottom were green and fuzzy, like they'd been there for a long time. On top of the oven was a stack of cookie sheets. Each one had a dozen burned cookies on it. In the sink was a mountain of empty plastic Kool-Aid pitchers. Luke couldn't stand it, he ran out of the house and ran into the woods. Once he stopped, he took a look at his surroundings and found himself in a clearing. There was a tree stump close by and so he sat down on it and dropped his face into his hands.

A hand was placed on his shoulder, "Well Luke, what do you intend to do now?" Luke looked up startled, he thought he was all alone. He saw who it was and before he knew what he was doing, he ran up to his father and crushed him into a hug. He burst into tears and started sobbing into Hermes's shoulder uncontrollably. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry d-dad." If Luke was shocked as to what he had just done, it was nothing compared to how Hermes looked. He awkwardly raised his hand to pat Luke on the back as the he continued to murmur 'I'm sorry' into Hermes's shoulder.

"It's ok, it's ok," Hermes soothed, "I'm surprised Luke, I was expecting a punch in the face at the very least." Luke didn't have enough humour in him for a chuckle.

"No, no, I know it's not your fault for anything, I just needed someone to blame, I'm sorry." Luke continued to murmur 'I'm sorry' and Hermes just stood there and comforted his favourite child. After a while, Luke got a hold of himself and started to let go of his father.

"How am I back? Or is this just some sick, twisted dream?"

"Oh it's not a dream, you just have me to thank for your... resurrection!" squealed a voice behind the two. They whirled around and saw a woman standing there, her looks kept changing depending on who you were, yet for Luke, it looked as if she had long black hair and sea green eyes.

"Who are you?" Luke asked. Hermes just grinned, she is not going to like that. He was right, the woman looked affronted that that anyone would dare not know who she is.

"I take offence to that! It is I, Aphrodite, Goddess of Love!" and just to prove her point, she made two birds up in the trees do... whatever it is birds do. Hermes rolled her eyes, she was such a drama queen.

Luke's eyes widened at his mistake, "Oh...umm... sorry I didn't recognise you because of you hair and eyes," he said.

"Oh? And what color are they?" Aphrodite asked.

"Black and green?" Luke said questioningly because seriously, if you change your hair color, you should at least know what color it turns into. Aphrodite smiled widely, her eyes twinkling. Hermes just glared at her.

"You wouldn't dare..." Aphrodite ignored him.

"Now as for how you're back... I just made a deal with Persephone, she 'persuades' Hades to bring you back and I do something for her."

"May I ask as to...why?" Luke questioned.

Aphrodite grinned mischievously, "Oh you'll see," and with that she flashed out of there.

"Do you know what she's talking about fa-dad?"

"That doesn't matter now, what matters is what are you going to do now." Hermes looked kinda shifty, but Luke put it to stress.

"What do you mean, what is there for me to do? No one will accept me after what I did, I'm surprised you're even talking to me, Luke muttered the last part to himself but Hermes heard him. Hermes looked distraughtly at his son.

"You'll always be my son Luke, never forget that. I never gave up on you." Luke wouldn't meet his father in the eye. "And as for no one accepting you, I know of at least 1 person, if not 2, at Camp Half-blood who has already forgiven you." Luke looked incredulously at his father. "Perseus Jackson." Luke's heart soared at the information. He knew that he liked the boy, more than he should, but knew nothing would ever happen. Then doubt converged upon him again as he realised there was a difference of forgiving, and accepting. Percy would never let him get close after what he's done to him. "Come on Luke, at least talk to him," Hermes said. Luke looked at his father, he slowly gave a silent nod. Hermes gave him a small smile. "Here," he said and handed Luke a bag containing clothes, a sheathed celestial bronze dagger (there was no way in Hades he was gonna use Backbiter again), and a pair of shoes. As Luke took the items, Hermes gave an encouraging nod then teleported out of there, leaving Luke in the clearing. He put on the shoes, attached the sheath to his jeans and lifted the bad onto his shoulder.

With a heavy heart, he said "Maia!" and activated the flying shoes.