Authors note: This is my first fanfic on here so I'm sorry if the quality's rubbish. Also, as long as any criticism is constructive – not like, a rant (or whatever the name is on here) - I don't mind it.
Disclaimer: If I was rick Riordan, would Percabeth have fallen into Tarticus?
R&R guys!
Leo's POV
Leo was on night watch when he heard the muffled screams coming from the spare room. Forgetting all about how tired he was, Leo raced down to it, panicking because this was Nico's room and if something was scaring that son of Hades, he was fairly sure he didn't want to see it. But since Nico and he were kind of friends now, he figured he needed to see if Nico was alright.
He pushed open the door to find Nico, who was all tangled up in his bed sheets, was having a nightmare. Leo's heart leapt into his throat as he realised he needed to wake Nico up right now. First Leo tried shaking Nico's shoulder gently; when that didn't work he remembered that a good way to get a deaf persons attention was to tap their collar bone. Wanting to see if that also applied to children of Hades having a nightmare; Leo tapped Nico's collar bone. Nico shot up to a sitting position, his eyes wide with fear.
"Nico, are you alright?" Leo asked, concerned for his friend. Nico looked at him as if just realising Leo was there. "Leo? What the-?!" he sighed "no, I'm not alright". Nico held out his arm for a hug. Leo was slightly surprised by this (Nico never hugged anyone) but hugged Nico anyway as he started crying into Leo's shoulder. Holding the crying boy as heartfelt sods racked Nico's slight frame, Leo felt a strange sensation stir in his chest.
Finally, Nico's sobs subsided and he pulled away from him. Leo would never forget how grateful Nico looked as he said "Thank you." Not many people would've understood why Nico had said that but Leo did. He was the one person on the Argo II that Nico had confided in about his past and knew that true concern and comfort were extremely rare. Feeling that he should probably say something, Leo asked "So were you dreaming about being in Tarticus?" Nico stiffened slightly at the word 'Tarticus' but then, maybe because it was Leo asking, confessed "Yeah ... but I really don't want to talk about it just yet." Leo nodded in understanding. Some things were just too hard to talk about. For Leo, it was how his mum died; for Nico, it was his time in Tarticus.
Leo felt his eyelids getting heavy and didn't even notice when he fell asleep right there, completely exhausted. Nico smiled faintly. 'Leo works far to hard keeping this ship aloft, he deserves a few hours of sleep' he thought, lying down next to him, able to sleep peacefully at last.
