Well done to one of the guests, for answering the last trivia question correctly. Five people that were mentioned to have a crush on Percy were: Annabeth, Rachel, Calypso, Reyna and Nico. XD

Thank you to A Curious Fan (guest) for your lovely comment and inspiring me to write again. Actually, this was not written a few years ago, but was first published a few months ago. :)

Without further ado, onto the story!

Disclaimer: The characters and plot belongs to Rick Riordan. :(

Piper noticed that her companion seemed to be preoccupied, and asked, "What's wrong, Hazel?" Hazel opened her mouth, but before she could speak, Calypso woke up, shivering and sweating.

The first thing that Calypso registered when she woke up was how early it was. The sun hadn't even touched the horizon yet. Unfortunately for her, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't fall back asleep.

Yesterday's events rushed back to her, leaving her nauseous. She could only hope that neither Percy nor Annabeth ever made it to Tartarus. She had never heard of any demigod venturing into the pit of doom, so at least she was safe on that front.

But... the dream.

To Calypso, it was clear that there were people depending on Leo. He had friends to return to, a ship to fix. Maybe even a girlfriend... Piper, perhaps, with her natural beauty and confident attitude? Or Hazel, with her breathtaking golden eyes?

For no particular reason, the thoughts made her feel bitter and disappointed.

A few hours later, Calypso proudly examined her finished weavings, a pair of stiff trousers, a white T-shirt, an army fatigue jacket—all fireproof. She'd needed something to distract her mind, so she'd dragged her loom outside, no easy feat, and stationed it beside the fountain. An image shimmered in it—a frozen memory of Leo standing alone in what looked like a forge. He was studying the flames dancing across his palm, a haunted look in his eyes.

Of course, the image of Leo wasn't there for her to ogle—as if! No, she'd decided to weave a set of fireproof clothes for him so she wouldn't have to create new ones every other day. The clothes he was wearing in the picture matched exactly to the ones in Calypso' hands, much to her satisfaction. She didn't know his exact size, so she'd cast a little magic to let the fabric adjust and expand itself.

She visited Leo after lunch.

Leo was at the worktable, concentrating particularly hard on the wires in his hands. She walked over until she was right behind him, bare feet padding softly on the ground.

"I brought you—"

Leo jumped, dropping his wires. "Bronze bulls, girl! Don't sneak up on me like that!"

Calypso suppressed a smile. He was a lot more alike to his father than she had originally thought.

"I wasn't sneaking," she said. "I was bringing you these."

She showed him the clothes that were folded over her arm.

Stunned, he looked up.

"How?" he asked.

Calypso set the clothes at his feet and backed away, frowning indignantly. She wasn't completely helpless.

"I do have a little magic, you know. You keep burning through the clothes I give you, so I thought I would weave something less flammable."

As she talked, she took the time to examine Leo properly. He had obviously gotten even less sleep than she had, if any at all, but it didn't seem to perturb him. His hair had grown out longer and curlier than when he'd arrived, and his face was thinner and admittedly more chiselled, probably due to lack of sleep. His eyes were dark and ferocious when he wasn't smiling, and they almost scared her. In short, he looked wild, like a boy from the jungle.

You couldn't blame Calypso for taking another hesitant step back.

"They won't burn?" Leo asked, picking up the trousers and fingering them.

"They are completely fireproof," Calypso promised. "They'll stay clean and expand to fit you, should you ever become less scrawny."

"Thanks." He actually sounded genuinely impressed. She'd been expecting sarcasm.

"So...you made an exact replica of my favourite outfit. Did you, like, Google me or something?"

Google? What in Olympus was Google?"

"I don't know that word," she said, frowning.

"You looked me up," he said. "Almost like you had some interest in me."

She raised one eyebrow. "I have an interest in not making you a new set of clothes every other day. I have an interest in your not smelling so bad and walking around my island in smouldering rags."

"Oh, yeah." Leo grinned. "You're really warming up to me."

She felt herself flush. You are the most insufferable person I have ever met!" She wracked her brain for an excuse, and quickly came up with one. "I was only returning a favour. You fixed my fountain."

Relieved that she still had her dignity, Calypso let out a breath. Why exactly had she made him those clothes? There were many other things to keep herself busy, such as gardening. Though, she supposed, it would be nice not to make him clothes all the time, and he did fix her things.

And why had he fixed her things?

She was brought back to the present by Leo laughing.

"—no big deal. I don't like it when things don't work right."

She looked at him sceptically. "And the curtains across the cave entrance?"

"The rod wasn't level."

"And my gardening tools?"

"Look, I just sharpened the shears. Cutting vines with a dull blade is dangerous. And the pruners needed to be oiled at the hinge, and—"

"Oh, yeah," Calypso said, in an imitation of his voice. "You're really warming up to me."

For once, Leo was rendered speechless, his mouth half open.

Smirking over her slight victory, Calypso pointed at his worktable. "What are you building?"

"Oh." He looked at a piece of bronze, seemingly studying his reflection. He looked slightly shocked, which Calypso found a little strange. Sure, he looked like a jungle boy, but he also didn't look that bad. Not that bad at all.

She shook her head to clear her thoughts. Where had that come from?

"Uh, it's a seeing device," he finally said. "We found one like this in Rome, in the workshop of Archimedes. If I can make it work, maybe I can find out what's going on with my friends."

Archimedes. Calypso frowned, trying to match the name to a face. She managed to conjure a story that Odysseus once told her, about a famous inventor who was the son of Hephaestus. So... Leo's half-brother.

Calypso processed this information and shook her head. "That's impossible. This island is hidden, cut off from the world by strong magic. Time doesn't even flow the same here."

And maybe... she didn't quite want him to leave yet, which he was bound to do after seeing his friends facing dangers and fighting monsters. And that was absolutely ridiculous, since he'd caused nothing but trouble since day one. No, she was just slightly saddened that she would be left alone with no company once again, even if that company was a sarcastic, hazardous, Latino elf.

But Leo didn't seem to have any qualms. "Well, you've got to have some kind of outside contact. How did you find out that I used to wear an army jacket?"

Calypso flinched, and nervously twisted her hair, while deciding how to phrase his answer. How exactly could she tell him that she had just witnessed his entire life story?

She decided to go with short and vague. "Seeing the past is simple magic. Seeing the present or the future—that is not."

Leo rolled his eyes. "Yeah, well, watch and learn, Sunshine."

She grumbled, but otherwise said nothing. Leo continued, "I just connect these last two wires, and—"

The bronze plate sparked. Smoke billowed from the sphere. A flash of fire raced up Leo's sleeve. He pulled off his shirt, threw it down, and stomped out the flames.

"Not a word," he warned. Calypso suppressed a laugh.

She briefly glanced at his chest, but looked away quickly. For some unexplainable reason, it left her rather flustered, despite how scrawny he was.

"Nothing worth commenting on," she assured him, which was true. As flustered as it left her, there was no denying it. Leo's chest was sweaty, bony, and streaked with old scars, which likely were from previous weapon-making accidents.

Calypso thought back to how she had first managed to make the fountain work, a few millennia ago. "If you want that device to work, perhaps you should try a musical invocation."

"Right," he said. "Whenever an engine malfunctions, I like to tap-dance around it. Works every time."

She sighed. He really wasn't getting the point. So she began to sing.

She sang about a home she once had, the life she could've lived. She sang softly, sweetly, about the joys of freedom and how precious it was. The world dissolved away but all that mattered was that she could see Percy again, standing in front of her and taking her hand.

When she had finished, Leo stared at her in awe, mouth slightly agape. The thought almost made her blush.

"Any luck?" she asked, diverting his attention away.

"Uh..." he took a moment to shake his head, and look back at his device. "Nothing. Wait..."

The screen glowed. Holographic images shimmered into existence above it.

The scenery she saw matched both Percy's descriptions and Leo's memories of Camp Half-Blood. A buff-looking girl was shouting orders and moving people into ranks. Some of them were running around, fitting everyone with armour and passing out weapons. For what reason, Calypso had no idea. Maybe for that 'Capture the Flag' game Percy had talked about?

However, this didn't look light a light-hearted game of fun. In the distance, Greek triremes floated on the water, prepped and fully loaded. Along the hills, catapults were being primed. Satyrs patrolled the fields, and riders on pegasi circled overhead, alert and hands ready on the bows.

"Your friends?" Calypso asked.

Leo nodded, his face hardening. "They're preparing for war."

Oh. "Against whom?"

"Look," he pointed to the image. It had changed, no doubt hooking into his subconscious thoughts.

Romans. Like some of Leo's friends. They marched in neat, orderly rows, and were also prepared for battle.

Suddenly the Roman ranks deteriorated into chaos. Demigods scattered. Shields fell. Javelins swung wildly. Calypso could see two small hairy shapes dressed in mismatched clothes and garish hats, darting through the crowd. They seemed to be everywhere at once—whacking Romans on the head, stealing their weapons, cutting their belts so their pants fell around their ankles.

Leo grinned. "Those beautiful little troublemakers! They kept their promise."

Unlike some people, she thought bitterly.

Calypso leant in, studying the 'troublemakers.'

"Cousins of yours?"

"Ha, ha, ha, no," Leo said. "Couple of dwarfs I met in Bologna. I sent them to slow down the Romans, and they're doing it."

"But for how long?" she asked.

Calypso is warming up to Leo! Yay!

Sorry for not updating for so long. I was just really busy updating my other story, Demigods at Hogwarts. But since it's the summer holidays for me, I can hopefully update sooner. :D

Just a question: Do you have any suitable song choices for any of the characters? Or just the whole series in general?

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