A/N:Hey guys, so, this is a story about Nico, written from his POV. It has Jasico, Perco, Percbeth, Jasper, Frazel, Feo, Cloe, and... erm... I may be forgetting something, but whatever. Please enjoy, and review, even if you didn't like it, I would love to hear what I can improve on. Also, I'm Dyslexic, (Took me like ten tries on auto-correct to spell that. Doesn't it suck that all dyslexics cant write dyslexic, everyone with a lisp cant say lisp, and people who stutter cant say the word with out stuttering? Really...) so, if I messed up something I am truly sorry. so, uh, here we go!

To all those who read it first with my formating problem, I am very sorry!

I often find myself trying to decide between killing myself or all those around me.

You see, the world is populated by idiots, incapable idiots, and terrible people. Idiots, I can deal with- but the terrible ones... I don't understand why they have to make life so hard. Unlike idiots or the incapable, they never want anything. It seems, that all the horrible monsters want out of life, is to make more pain than there needs to be. They barge in, demanding things I don't understand, then destroy. They destroy because they have nothing better to do with themselves.

Why, I have no idea. I can understand why the naive simply give up. They find no use for effort. No effort to work, if they live on a ship destined to sink. The inevitable end, known as death. Huh... I would know a lot about that. As the son of Hades, I find not reason to live. No reason to work, and play nice, if all I get out of it is sickness, and death.

However, I can not come to the edge when I no longer care for life. In my bitterest moments, I still hesitate with my sword hand. I still flinch at pain, and hate the sting of a razor. I can't bear life, yet I can't bring myself to take it away. Which leads me to my second option. To kill every on else. I would find the same peace, because I would be alone.

Though, contrary to popular belief, Nico Di Angelo does not like to be alone. Well, not indefinitely. I don't want to be left by myself. I don't like the cold, though I am exposed to it so very often. So I have an unanswerable question. I can't kill myself, and killing everyone else it too troublesome. When this conundrum finally gets to me, I end up crying in some corner.

I just cry, and cry. When I'm out of hopelessness, I begin to think of every other horrible thing in my life. The state of my clothes, how no one loves me, how long it has been scene I had last eaten. So I sob for a long time. I am ashamed to admit, that I do thing where I stand by a mirror for and hour or so, just looking at my pathetic, weepy face, and cry some more. That's how I deal with things. I bottle everything up during the day, then let my demons come after me in the nigh

Well, I doubt you could even call it a way to deal. If anything, I'm making my life harder on myself.

Unfortunately, I know no better that totorture myself. This is usually the time when I contemplate suicide, but as I said from before, I can never bring myself to finish the deed. I guess no matter how horrible I feel, I never truly give up on people or life or even myself. It would be easier to hate everything so much I could lift a blade to my writs, and completely give in to the bile... If only I was who every one thought I was. 'An emo boy, so sad, and angsty. He probably does drugs or self harms or both.' Yeah, if that was so, my life would be much simpler.

I would know exactly who I am. A loner, a goth, whatever, but at least I would be recognizable to myself. I would be someone who belongs to a group. I wouldn't care if that group is excepted or not, but I just want a place to fit in, and be someone.

Jason found me- this one time- I was sitting on the Argo 2's deck. The moon was out, so I didn't expect anyone to be up. I was freezing. I was so cold; we were in the sky, at night, and I wasn't wearing much besides my usual. So, yeah, my teeth were chattering, but it was a lot warmer than on the look-out perch. The freezing deck was a lot closer to the engine room where hot steam boiled, and gears turned.

The son of Zeus- Jupiter, I mean- came up behind me like a shadow. Which wasn't cool, because that was my thing. "Nico, are you okay?" he had asked me. The dude looked pretty worried... bastard.

"Y-yeah." I tried to sound harsh, but that's hard to do when your dieing of hypothermia. Jason's eyes widened, I guess he noticed my shaky, goose-bumpy skin.

"Yeah, nice lie, but your coming with me." He said, taking me by my arm. At first, I was worried he was going to hurt me, but he was going to do something worse. Show me kindness.

He half dragged me down into the bunkers of the Argo. Of course, I cursed, and protested the entire way. I can't remember the last time I had seen the blonde so determined, but it wasn't like I paided attention to him anyways.

When he finally pulled me into his room, he did the last thing I would have expected. He started to strip me down. He ruffly took my jacket, then my shirt, I didn't really register what he was doing until he got to my paints. In hindsight, blushing wasn't really the best way to go, because Jason saw it. Though he didn't tell me for a while. He knew about me being gay, but he must have forgotten about me being the youngest. Thirteen was a really awkward year for, well, every one. So having your clothes ripped off by an older guy is really freak-out worthy.

When I was completely naked, and fully embarrassed, Jason didn't even glance at me. At the moment, I thought that was really odd, but I soon realized that he was acting more like a concerned mother than a horny teen. He walked me into the bathroom, and turned on the water. He tried to put me into the steamy shower, but it was way to hot. His eyes softened when he saw me flinch at the temperature. So, he tuned it down a lot until it was slightly warmer that I was, so ice-cold. I stepped in, covering as much flesh as I could with my boney hands. The son of the Jupiter really couldn't care less about my ass. He just slowly agusted the water warmer, and warmer, until he thought it was hot enough. He left for a moment, then came back with shampoo and soap and stuff.

"Take all the time you need." He said nicely before leaving. I stood there for a moment before thinking 'What in Hades just happened?' Tell you the truth, I still do not know his emotions behind what he did. So, I forgot about it, and took a nice, long shower. I have never had both a hot shower, and a long shower in my entire life. So Jason was really on my good side. All pruney, and happy, I dried of, then looked for my clothes. They must be in the other room. I wrapped my towel around my waist, and opened the door.

Jason had been laying on his bed, bouncing a tennis ball off the wall. "Hey..." I had said hesitantly, standing in the doorway. Jason turned to face me.

Hey Nico- oh, and I'm sorry about being a little grumpy. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." Could this guy go like three minutes without being a suck-up?

I shook his head.

"Oh, okay then, lets get you some pajamas!" Jason was way too happy about this, like he got a kick out of taking care of me.

"No, its okay, I can where my own clothes."

"Yeah," Jason said, as he opened his drawer. "Not happening." He took out one of his shirts. "This is the smallest thing I got. Hopefully I have some smaller pants..." He through the shirt, and a pair of boxers on the bed, as he continued his search.

I tried them on. Jason's boxers didn't fit at all, so I tied the side into a knot, and his shirt was like a nightgown. Something in the back of my mind screamed at me to be rude, or not except his help. I have no idea why he had been on the deck at night or why he made me take a warm shower or give me his clean, over-sized closes, but I wasn't about to complain.

Jason was nice, too nice, and on some hidden level, I liked that. Don't get me wrong, I would never show him. Nope, kindness just wasn't my style. Jason turned around with some pants I knew would never fit me. Then he made this stupid face, and squealed like a little girl. Putting his hands to his face he begin to talk like one. "Ahh! Nico, you look so adorable!" I rolled my eyes, but the taller teen continued. "Oh my gods, that is so freaking cute! My shirt is like a dress on you!" The one thing that stood out to me was the fact that he said 'freaking' instead of 'fucking'.

He is such a goody-two-shoes. Finally, Jason calmed down. Then he did something even more unexpected than stripping me naked. (Which I wasn't quite over yet. My blush was still bright red.) The idiot walked over to his bed, and pulled back the covers. THEN HE ACTUALLY TOLD ME TO GET IN!

He wanted me to get in his bed. He wanted me to get in his bed. He wanted me to get in his bed. On the out-side, I held a annoyed look of utter hatred, but on the in-side I was hyperventilating.

"Oh, come on." Jason said sadly. "I'm not letting you sleep out there. I'm mad at myself for even letting you in the first place."

"Why do you care so fucking much?" I asked. I was being ungrateful, yeah, but I couldn't have helped being suspicious. No one was nice to me. NO one.

"Because your my friend." Jason answered simply. It was a dumb response, but I liked it, and Jason meant it. So I crawled in.

It was so much warmer than outside. The bed was soft, and I was so comfortable. More comfortable than I have ever been in my own skin. Or, at least, scene Bianca died. And it had nothing to do with the fact Jason was sleeping right next to me. I didn't like the idea of it, but the son of Jupiter turned out the lights. I didn't see him in the dark, but I could feel him as he got in. Fucking fat Jason. He said goodnight, and I remained silent. He fell asleep, and stayed asleep. Well, at least, I thought he was asleep.

I was wallowing in my own pity, hating my self, when he rolled over, and held me. His chest was huge, and I didn't mind snuggling close to it. All he said, to my embarrassment was "Good night, Nico." like a parent reminding me its past curfew. Jason hugged me until I fell asleep, and he was still there in the morning.

In the morning, Jason was up. Like, by the time the sun was shining through the port-hole, he was showered, and ready to go. Unfortunately, the rest of the Argo was sleeping. He later told me that he just sat and played with my hair."Really?" I had asked him. He wanted to me to believe that, for about six hours, he was brushing my hair. Yeah, totally believable.

At about ten, everyone was up, and Jason really wanted to go to breakfast. I mumbled to him to go ahead, because the bed was so toasty, but I should have know what Jason would do. He picked me up, bridal style, and walked out the door. I didn't mind much; Jason was comfy too, so I snuggled into his shoulder.

You should have seen everyone faces. Utter shock. Jason sat me down, and slid in next to me. His plate filled with pancakes, and mine with dried fish, and fruits. Jason wrinkled his nose. "Why do you eat that?" He asked.

"I'm Greek." I said, picking up my mug, instantly, it filled with red liquid.

"That better be grapefruit juice." Jason mumbled, lifting his fork to his lips. I made a sound in the back of my thought; wanting to protest the 'I'm Greek' thing again. "Don't get snooty because I wont let you drink wine." Jason said, not taking his attention away from his plate.

"I'm not hungry." "Yes, you are. Now stop making a fuss."

"What about my time in the jar?" I asked, angry. "If you don't start eating, you'll never gain you appetite back." Jason said. After that I just gave up, and put a grape in my mouth.

As anyone would expect, the rest of the team was taken back. Jason, and I were complete opposes. They had their jokes, and questions, but Jason barely answered any of them.

It was, from that moment on, official, that I would forever be under Jason's care. Meaning he would beat up bullies for me, cut my meat, (I realize that could be taken as a sexual reference, but, I mean that he would cut my food for me into small bites so I wouldn't choke.) and every night, Jason made me sleep with him (again, I'm not making a sex reference.) Piper hated it, Percy got weird, Annabeth's a bitch, hormones are flying every ware on the Argo, and now, I'm apart of it. This, ladies, and gentlemen, is the story of my new mommy Jason...

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