Title: Becoming Memories
Category: Books » Percy Jackson and the Olympians
Author: Morbid Targarondale
Language: English, Rating: Rated: T
Genre: General/General
Published: 21-09-15
Disclaimer- Do not own the characters because let's all be real here. If any of us owned Solangelo, would the 3 days infirmary be not included in the book series? Come on guys.
Prologue- Those Shiny Shoes
NICO POV
They say I'm crazy, they say I'm weird. The boys call fat, the girls say I will never get a girlfriend. They don't know. They don't know that I'm not crazy.
Am I?
My mother loved me, I swear she did. Cross my heart, hope to die. She used to sing to me, right before I fell asleep, to ward off the demons in my dreams. My father wants me to be happy, he says so, I swear on the gods. He smiles at me (though it never reaches his eyes…) and he puts his large hands fatherly on my head and smiles.
The boy that sees me every day (and who brings me food…) says that my dad never smiles, but I just shake my head. Of course he smiles; he's Hades, God of the Underworld. He smiles to all the ghosts, and slays my demons. He did say he wants me to be happy.
Today the boy came in again. He was wearing what he always wears. A white lab coat and sparkling white converse. Can shoes sparkle? I think they can, actually, I saw them sparkle when he walked in. He placed my tray of food onto my bedside table and smiled at me. His eyes were bright and happy today. Good. It sucks that he can't remember our times at camp.
"Hey Nico, how are you?" I shrugged, there was a ghost behind him, but the ghost didn't seem scary. Another one appeared. I instantly knew their names were Michael and Lee. They had told me so. Will used to talk to about them so much before it all changed.
"I'm good. What's on the menu today, doc?"
"Yummy veggies and… I think that's mac and cheese, but I'm not certain. It's a bit on the orange side, so I'd eat that after the veggies." I snickered and reached over, grabbing a carrot piece. I took a bite, a loud crunch reverberating through the room.
"And, finally, Pomegranate juice, it's your favourite,"
"It is," I brought my feet up onto my black covered bed, and wrapped my arms around my legs.
"What's wrong Nico?" Will brought up a chair and sat down, a few feet away.
"Do you like me, doc?"
"Course I do, you're my favourite patient," Patient. The ghosts behind Will shook their head at Nico, knowing that he said the wrong thing. We were best friends before. Before it happened.
"The ghosts know that you said the wrong thing." I said softly. Will looked around, looking for the ghosts that I knew he couldn't see.
"You can't see them. My father's abilities mean that I can, but you can't,"
"Oh, I see, I guess my mortal self can't see them anyways, right?" I shrugged, and grabbed a piece of… I'm not ever sure what it was. It was green, so I'm guessing it was healthy.
They say I don't eat enough… too.
"Of course not, your father is Apollo, he can heal, remember?" Will nodded.
"Are you sure my father is Apollo? I'm not that great at saving people,"
"Healing and saving are two different things," I let my legs fall and dangle off the bed, my toes grazing the cold linoleum flooring. He was the best healer in camp. Gods, I'm so stupid, saying all those things and getting stuck in here.
"You're really wise sometimes, Nico,"
"Thank you,"
Will left, and I decided I wanted to go outside. I walked outside and found my way to the outside playground. I sat on the empty swing and swung, back and forth, back and forth. I let my head fall back and the hot sun hit my face. I flinched, but didn't move otherwise.
"Bianca, are you there?" I asked, my voice strangely calm and quiet in the empty courtyard. Everyone must be inside, playing that weird card game. I prefer Mythomagic.
"Brother, how are you?" My sister appeared next to me, I felt her ghostly presence. I opened my eyes and smiled at her. Her hair and eyes were the same colour as mine, but her skin was almost translucent, of course. She's a ghost.
"Nico, why aren't you playing inside with your friends?"
"I don't have any,"
"What about that Will boy?"
"Will? Oh you mean Doc, he brings me my food,"
"Nico, you're 20, you should know that he's your friend,"
"No one is. That's final," Bianca backed off, changing the subject.
"You called me, so what's up?"
"I wanted to talk, duh,"
"Okay," But we didn't talk, we sat in a comfortable silence.
"You want to play Mythomagic?"
"Of course,"
WILL POV
I stood up, time for Nico's lunch. I had volunteered to bring him each his meals, for no other reason than that I wanted to. I brought the tray with a sandwich on it and walked outside. Nico was sitting on the floor, next to the swing set. His head turned to me and I waved at him. He had his Mythomagic cards in his hands, and a couple on the ground. He seemed to be waiting. When I approached, he shook his head.
"Wrong move, Bianca, I win," He set down a few cards and chuckled. He paused, as if listening to someone for a few seconds, then shrugged.
"Fine, 8 out of 9 it is, then. You know I'm going to win anyways,"
"Nico, here's your lunch, make sure you eat it, alright,"
"Okay, okay Bianca, I'll see you later," He said quickly swiping his cards up and shuffling them, putting them next to him. I waited patiently.
"Come sit with me," He said when I passed him his sandwich. "And what did I get? It looks like tuna but you can never be too sure here, I miss McDonalds,"
NICO POV
"Yeah, me too, but no fast food, Doctors orders," I felt a sharp pain of nostalgia in my heart. He used to say that to me too. But this Will is so different. For some reason, he's… he… doesn't remember being a demigod. My dad, apparently in this world is a mortal, though I can feel his godly aura. I have a dog named Cerberus, but he's not three headed. I don't know what's happening, but then I went saw Octavian- and Luke! We all know they're dead. And I don't know what happened. Dad put me into this looney bin, and I've been stuck in here for a year, with a record of 30 attempted escapes.
"Will, do you truly not remember?"
"Remember what, Nico?"
"That you were a son of Apollo and head doctor?"
"No, enlighten me," I've had these types of conversations before. He would pretend to care and I would have given up by now. But today felt different. I don't know why, but it did, so I kept going.
"I came back with Reyna and Coach Hedge, and you delivered a baby? The day I decided to stay?" His eyes flashed with something that I didn't recognise, but it went away quickly.
"I'm sorry Nico-"
"NO! You do remember! Why don't you remember? Why doesn't anyone remember?"
"Nico! Calm down!"
"No!"
But then it struck me. My powers don't work here. I see ghosts. Maybe I am crazy. No one else seems to remember or know what I'm talking about. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe I am just seeing things, and the wars and the things I could do and the things I saw in Tartarus were all just figments of my imagination. Pretty dark imagination but still… what if I am crazy and all the past is wrong? What if I do get hallucinations like they said, and that my depression from Bianca's car crash (as they said) is why I'm thinking all these things?
I turned to Will.
Just a short fic, it'll be tops 6 chapters and be finished by the end of the month! PLEASE read and review, fave and follow and all that! Thanks!
Song Listened to while typing/ uploading- Miss Jackson by Panic! at the Disco
