This takes place a few days before Percy announces who the Elite are.

Calypso's POV

I knock on the door anxiously, my hair tangled and I'm only wearing a nightgown. The Prince doesn't answer my banging on his door. Of course, it is the middle of the night. I try again.

"What are you doing?" asks the guard who escorted me here. "He's most likely asleep, it's pointless to knock."

"Thank you for your unwanted opinion," I reply stiffly.

"No problemo," he replies cheerfully. "I'm here all week."

I turn away from him and back to the cold, un-answering door. Knowing that it's all in vain, I knock again. This time, it opens.

"Yeah?" he asks while yawning, his dark hair sticking to his face. "What's going on? What's happening? Who's in trouble?"

"May I come in?" I ask, stepping inside. I make sure to close the door hard on the guard's face.

"Er, I guess so," the Prince says, sitting down on his bed. "Just so you know, I'm pretty sure that this is illegal, a Selected being here at night, I mean."

"Then you'll just have to deny it. I have a favor to ask of you, Percy Jackson."

He yawns again. "What is it?"

I take a deep breathe in, knowing that his reaction isn't going to be positive. "I want to know who the Elite are going to be."

Percy blinks. "What?"

"I want to know who the Elite are going to be," I repeat. "And it's for different reasons than what you think."

"Good to know," he says while rubbing his neck. "Er, I'm not sure that I'm allowed to tell anyone just yet. But thank you for stopping by at three in the morning. Hope we can do it again sometime."

I huff angrily. "I told you, it's for different reasons than what you'd expect."

"That doesn't change my answer, Calypso," he says firmly. "I'm not allowed to say, and I won't tell you. That's all there is to it."

I bite my lip nervously. "I don't want to be an Elite."

For the second time tonight, Percy blinks, clearly surprised, and says, "What?"

"I'm not interested in being a part of your Elite. That's not why I want to know."

"Then why do you want to know?" he asks.

"Because...because I'm not safe when I'm at home," I manage to say.

"You won't be going home. You'll become a Three, that's far away from a Six," Percy explains, trying to soothe me.

"That's not the point. Even if I move castes, nothing will change. Nothing will ever change for me. What I'm about to tell you can't leave this room, understand?"

He nods, interested in what I'm going to say next. "I don't think that I have a choice either way, but tell me your worst. I am ready." Percy rubs his hands together in demonstration of how ready he is.

"Alright," I say, trying to prepare myself. This isn't really something that I like to share. "When I'm at home, it's much more different than here. I'm not allowed to leave my house. Ever," I say, exaggerating the 'ever' so that he understands how drastic it is. "I'm trapped there, and that's the way it's been."

"Why?" he asks. "Who keeps you there? I'll tell him off, since that's my job."

I feel blood seep out from where I've been biting on my lip. I wipe it away with the back of my hand before answering. "You."

Percy looks at me mid-yawn. Despite the seriousness of what we're discussing, I have to fight the urge to smile. Somehow, the Prince can manage to look cute at three in the morning.

"Me? I'm pretty sure that I never captured you."

"It's all because of my father, Atlas, the convicted criminal. He tried to overthrow the government a few years back, remember? He's imprisoned but the governemnt, which is you, ordered to have me be imprisoned to make up for the evil that he did. I was stripped of my caste as a Two and became a Six."

"Sevens are where criminals go," Percy says thoughtfully, as if he's telling that to himself. "They're not Sixes."

"I know that," I reply shortly. "They said that since I technically never did anything wrong that I would be allowed to be a Six. Very kind of them. Well, you, I suppose."

"I never connected the dots," he says, sounding guilty. "Calypso Atlas was Atlas's daughter. Why didn't anyone else tell me? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't know. Maybe they didn't want to scare anyone? I'm not a part of the government."

Percy's lips quirk into a smile. "What?" I demand. "What could possibly be funny about all of this?"

"Oh, well I just realized something," he tells me while chuckling.

"What?"

"That your father's name is Atlas Atlas. Did his parents hate him or something? Honestly, no one deserves that kind of cruel punishment."

It's my turn to fight the smile that wants to break across my face. "That's not even remotely funny!"

"It is so! It's so funny that you want to laugh as well. Come on, admit it."

"Never. I'm trying to be serious with you, Percy! The least you could do is cooperate."

"I am cooperating. I'm doing even more than just plain old cooperating. I am contributing. I'm adding in my wit and humor. Without it, this conversation would be so dry. Aren't you glad that I decided to go above and beyond boring cooperation? Gods, I would pity you so if I hadn't."

I hide my face beneath my hands and allow the smile to finally come out. Percy laughs triumphantly, knowing what I'm hiding. It vanishes almost instantly, though, and I lower my hands once more.

"I wanted to know who the Elite would be so that I could make sure I'm not one of them," I say, turning the conversation back to the Selection. "I won't tell anyone, I just want to make sure that I'm not one the list."

"First off, I don't even have a list. I'm not that mean. 'Sorry, but you didn't make my list. Have a great life!'"

"I wasn't being literal!" I argue, but he ignores me.

"And second off, I thought that you wanted to stay here?" he asks, confused. I know that I'm not making much sense, but it's not my fault. My situation is quite a situation.

"I do."

"What? Am I missing something here, because I feel like I am. You want to stay here, but you don't want to stay in the Selection? The only way that would be possible is if you became a maid or a servant or something like that."

"Exactly. That's why I came here, to see if you could help me get a job here. If I go back, I'll be trapped for the rest of my life. But if you let me work here, they wouldn't be able to touch me. I'd be safe here."

"You do realize that I could pardon you? Then you could go back, completely free of whatever crimes your father committed."

I release a heavy sigh. "And have my name be 'Calypso Atlas' and have everyone know who I am? The girls here already know, and they avoid me because of it. If I worked here, I could finally have a new chance."

Percy holds up his hands in defeat. "Fine, fine. What do you want to do, if you're so anxious to work here?"

"That's the part that I'm not sure about. I like cooking, so maybe I could work in the kitchens. But I also like to help cure people, so I could also work in the hospital wing. Yet I also enjoy weaving, meaning that I could work as a maid. And I love to work with plants, so I could also tend to the gardens."

Percy gives me an odd look. "It must be very difficult to have so many talents. Truly, what a burden you carry."

I throw one of his pillows towards his face. "Shut up, I'm trying to make a life-changing decision!"

"And that's my cue to disappear. I'm not good with that kind of stuff."

"Really, you have no advice for my whatsoever?"

He shrugs. "The only thing I got is if you were an all around helper. That way, your area of expertise could be everywhere."

I stop and stare at him. Percy looks behind him, as if expecting someone behind him. "What, is there something on my face?"

"That was actually a good idea. I'm shocked, truly and utterly shocked."

Now it's his turn to whack me with a pillow. "Now you must shut up. I have plenty of good ideas. Loads of them. I'm simply oozing with brilliant ideas."

"Oozing?" I ask while raising an eyebrow.

"Oozing," he confirms. "Like when you pop a pimple and all the pus just oozes out-"

"Thank you for that wonderful imagery," I interrupt. "But I think I should be leaving."

"Great, now I'm wide awake. I'll just wait here until the sun rises, it'll be fine."

"Good, that's great to hear. And you're sure that I can work here?" I ask, suddenly nervous that he'll change his mind.

"Can I let you in on a little secret?" I nod my head. "You were going to be in the Elite."

Now it's my turn to blink and say, "What?"

"Yep, I was going to make you one of the six. Because I like you, Calypso Atlas. And I wanted you to continue here."

My heart speeds up. When I was trapped, part of me always hated the Prince, since he was the one who trapped me there. But then I'd watch the Report and see how everyone ordered him around as well and realized that he was just as I was trapped as I was. So I then developed a small crush on the Prince, knowing that I'd never be able to meet him. But then I did. And now I'm turning the biggest opportunity of my life down.

But then again, I've seen the way that he looks at Annabeth Chase, and that's a way he'll never look at me. Why should I just set myself up to fail? If I accept to be a part of the Elite, I'll still be eliminated. What's the point in pushing heartbreak back when it's going to happen anyways? Might as well meet it rather than run.

"Thanks for thinking of me, but I think there a few others who are more deserving than I am," I say, watching the dreams of a little girl die. "I'll be fine working here."

"Are you sure?" Percy asks me, his sea green eyes filled with confusion and concern. "After this, there's no changing your mind."

I nod. "I'm positive."

"Alright, if you're sure. I'll announce it in a few days. After that, I'll help you get situated to working here, okay?"

"Okay. Thank you, Percy, for everything."

"No problem, just glad that I could help. Now, I'm going to go to sleep, and stay that way until the sun comes up, just like I'm supposed to."

I leave and find a guard practically fall on top of me. I slam the door shut before whirling around to face him.

"What were you doing? Were you eavesdropping?" I hiss at him, completely embarrassed that he might have heard my entire life story.

"Er, maybe? Look, it got boring just standing here. It's so cool that you'll be working here, though. I'll show you around sometime."

"I don't think that will be necessary, Officer Valdez," I say coldly, reading off of his badge. "And if I were so unfortunate to be you, I'd avoid me altogether. If you value your life, that is."

"No need to yell, I'm right here, sunshine," he grumbles.

"Do not call me Sunshine!" I say angrily. "I think I'll be able to manage the way back, thank you very much."

"Suit yourself, Sunshine."

I stalk away from him, folding my arms on top of my thin nightgown. It was bad enough that I had to beg the Prince to work here. Now a random guard knows, and an irresponsible one at that. Everyone will know by morning.

But at least one good thing came out of this: I was able to let my little girl crush on Prince Percy Jackson go.

A/N
Just so you guys know, I'm thinking about doing deleted scenes for all of the girls who were in the Selection (yes, even the ones who had zero lines. I want to expand on all of the characters since they'll be appearing later!). They won't be actual chapters, more like, well, scenes. This one has been bothering me since I originally planned on putting Calypso as an Elite. She traded spots with Thalia.

Tell me your thoughts on me doing more deleted scenes, and if you enjoyed this one. And if you didn't know already, I've published the prologue to "Waiting On You: Book Two of the Demigod Selection". Check it out!