It was midnight on the Argo II and Leo Valdez was in the engine room, wide awake.
It wasn't his turn to keep watch that night, but he couldn't fall asleep.
They were sailing from The House of Hades to Athens after closing the Doors of Death and picking up Annabeth and Percy. But it seemed that only one thing occupied Leo's mind these days.
Sure, he still thought about the ship and the quest. He thought about his sphere and his friends. But always, in the back of his mind, he was thinking of her.
Calypso.
The girl he had only spent five days with, according to his friends. But to him it was weeks.
At first the two were like cats and dogs, but they warmed up to each other and, even though they both would have denied it, fell in love.
But now things were different. He knew she had loved him, otherwise the raft wouldn't have appeared. But that was the thing, he knew he loved her back. And he couldn't stop thinking about her. He was going to go back for her and save her. Once Gaea was defeated, his first stop would be Ogygia.
But he couldn't wait that long.
He missed her cinnamon scent and the songs she sang. He missed her bread and her garden. He missed the island and the peacefulness of it. But most of all he missed her.
Every night she was the center of his thoughts. When he was lucky, he would have dreams of them, together and happy. But that was rare. Most nights he dreamt of horrible situations, half of which came with warnings from Gaea.
It was on those nights when he would wake up sweating and breathing heavily. He would always have to convince himself that it wasn't real and that he would make it back to Ogygia where Calypso would be waiting for him. If he was lucky he would fall back to sleep, but tonight was not one of those nights.
He had gone to the engine room to try and distract himself. The sphere sat in his lap as he fiddled with it. But he wasn't focused on his work. His mind had strayed back to Calypso.
Oh how he missed her.
She made him feel not so alone. He had never worked better with someone before, not even his siblings or friends. And Calypso was a hard worker, not like some girly Aphrodite kid. She wasn't afraid to get her hands dirty, she even helped Leo on some of his work. He didn't realise how much he had appreciated the help until it was gone.
Giving up, Leo stopped messing with his sphere. He couldn't concentrate. Suddenly, he had an idea.
He would write a letter to Calypso.
He knew it would never get to her, but he needed a way to let his feelings out.
So Leo reached into his tool belt and pulled out a pen and a piece of paper. Then he began to write.

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A/N so I finished HOH and I think that I've got a new OTP. I was crying repeatedly through the two chapters of Leo and Calypso. it was so sad yet so sweet. But at the question is, should I continue this story? I haven't any idea how long it shall be, but we can find out together! So please give me feedback, even if you aren't a member of the site you can still review! Yay! Every bit helps.