I woke up to the familiar buzz of my phone and by the time my searching hands got hold, the call had already ended.

Sighing, I brought it up to my face only to shoot up straight in fright.

1 miss call Big red

5 miss calls Terror

9 miss calls Mr. cool

11 miss calls Girlfriend

The notifications read in that same order.

Mer with call number one meant that I had to call back, IMMEDIATELY.

Alexandra with 11 calls meant she couldn't wait to tell me something gossipy.

And my mother lead with a total of 5 patient calls from her cell and 11 annoyed ones from dad's.

I addressed the most terrifying, first and I was accused and scolded for calling back so late just so my mum could ask me. "Do you have hot water for bathing?"

Attending to each case, I finally took another nap getting up an hour and a half later to find the cloak chiming at 12 noon.

In habit I rubbed my eyes and whipped back my hair which looked very uncool unlike the movies.

It was as I scratched my head for no reason that it finally hit me.

Ahh aahhh aaahhhhhh.

Was I out of my mind to fall asleep on him and how the hell did I get back home.

Maybe he kicked me into the river and I got carried back to earth and some kind soul saved me and brought me home.

What about curses? I thought. My senses were alright but what about my face.

I inched slowly towards the long mirror and sighed in relief facing my awesomeness.

After a battle section with my hair I went downstairs and watching Margaret bringing me breakfast made me realise that I hadn't brushed.

Completing my morning routine, I finally sat down for breakfast and my eyes wandered the walls that were previously decorated with ketchup.

Even the dent in the shape of the King of Olympus had vanished. These Gods sure know how to cover up.

That reminds me where is Zeus?

I had panicked when Hades had blasted him, but later calmed down on hearing. "Whatever is broken will join back together. "

Normal has lost its meaning in my life. Sigh.

I made a call to the hospital to check up on the situation and found that most patients were already discharged after complete recovery.

As I passed through the kitchen door, I freaked finding the blue-eyed freak drinking coffee from my freaking favourite mug.

And as I contemplated murder Margaret gushed over him while Theresa sat wide eyed by the island.

John, who was rarely seen in these parts of the house chose a scowl as he watched the drama and seemed to share my sentiments for the beautiful god.

Sensing my presence he turns back to smile.

- smirk.

He' back to one peice alright.

The upcoming five minutes was a bad episode of cliche.

Margaret had an urgent matter to attend to at home and left early. Theresa developed a stomach bug and John offered to take her home.

As the house slowly emptied I raised an accusing brow.

He shrugged only commenting. "Nice coffee."

My FAVOURITE mug slung to his delicate index finger and I screamed in mute.

But I kept on a straight face excusing myself. "I will be back in a sec."

A minute later, I re-entered swinging a baseball bat.

He took his time to overcome shock and by then I had already gotten five feet to him.

In quick thinking he hid behind the couch. "Why are you being like this??" He asked in utter confusion and healthy fear.

For a moment I stood admiring myself and my work. I scared The God of the sky, thunder, blah blah blah with a baseball bat.

Platinum locks bounced up as he peaked out. "I thought you were over the trick I pulled yesterday."

"Thanks for reminding me of that. It just adds to the list of things I want to hit you for." With that, I ran up over the couch and looked down upon his whimpering self.

Okay, he did not whimper.

Resting the bat over my shoulder, I tried to look my best intimidating self, but he only laughed.

Dejected by his lack of fear, I threw down my weapon and sinked back into the comfort of my couch.

Coming over the side, he stood before me to laugh in my face. Utterly disappointed, I huffed turning my head away.

On realization of my ignorance he bends down low. "Am sorry. But you looked so funny." He began to chuckle but on watching my expression dranken he added on.

"It was the wrong thing to do. Forgive me."

"And." I promoted.

He sighed. "you look very scary."

"Good."

He sat down slowly taking careful note of my mood swings and very slyly using my shoulders to rest his arm.

"Why were you angry at me cupcakes? If this is about your mug, then you have an unhealthy addiction. "

I rolled my eyes at the nickname and shrugged off the hand skillfully.

"Come on tell me."

"Tell me" he pestered.

I finally looked at him. "I am not the one who has something to say."

The blue in his eyes turned to stormy seasas he replied in drawn out breathes. "Hades told you huh?" He asks with his face dropping to his hands.

"I figured it out on my own and only confirmed it with him."

And then I knew I hadn't prepared myself for this. I realised I could have known what to do if he had rather opted to come out as a dark and evil person who wished to kill me, than someone who regretted his choice and needed consolation.

"If he knew it all along, why did he do nothing?"

I found myself looking away as he raised his eyes up. His flawless skin was devoid of wrinkles, scars and creases, but the inside was broken.

"He must have known how you felt." I guessed and it felt right.

"Elizabeth." My name was suddenly spoken in a warning and I retracted the hand I reached to pat his head.

In the middle of the afternoon, the air turned chilly and the room dulled to eerie grey as the God of the Underworld stood shrouded in a veil of darkness.

"Wasn't the previous warning not enough for you brother?" He plainly asked with undertones of daggers.

There were no snarky comeback no jokes and then I realized that Zeus wasn't ready to face his brother. Yet.

Why do I have to do everything?

"See Hades." I spoke up sidestepping to Zeus' side. " i had decided to have him as my patient and right now we are having a counselling session. So everything is okay." This came as a surprise for both Zeus who was bewildered and Hades who arched an eyebrow.

"Zeus is not trustworthy, Elia." The King of the Underworld stared down the King of Olympus.

I folded my hands in defiance barely holding the seething glare of his amber eyes.

As it danced in hellfire he took threatening steps forward making the both of us involuntarily sunk back onto the couch.

But we did not give in. Yes Zeus was frozen and could be written off dead and I was shaking with those eyes taking apart my courage, but we did not beg for mercy and cover.

Only close to it.

In deadly silence he had inched closer to me, giving no attention to his brother. "Do whatever you want." It was a chide and a challenge.

And then he disappeared without a trail and the room brightened and with it the God of the sky.

I frowned while Zeus showed off his teeth in a smirk.

"You really are his woman.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa??