Will

Nico Di Angelo, the son of Hades, wasn't everyone's piece of cake. But for Will - he could have been the whole picnic. There was just something about him that was so….different. Will watched Nico silently from the doorway of the Apollo cabin where he'd issued the son of Hades three days in the infirmary.

He watched as Nico sauntered back after his little chat with Percy, a slight smile playing on the corner of his lips.

Nico

"Sorry about that", Nico said looking everywhere but at Will, "Where were we?"

Will smirked, "You were just about to tell me how excited you were to be spending three whole days under my supervision".

Nico was pretty sure at this point his face would have won a 'Who's redder?' contest against a tomato. "When I think about it, I'm actually not feeling too bad. I think I've got this under contr–"

"Shut up death boy" Will said, pulling Nico closer to him. "You nearly died with all your underworld-y voodoo. You have clearly not got this 'under control'."

"I'm fine."

"So you don't want to rest in the infirmary?"

"I never said –"

Will grinned. "Of course you didn't. You'd miss me too much. Besides, those wounds need immediate medical attention - doctors orders", and with that the son of Apollo dragged Nico with him to the quiet and tidy room at the end of the corridor.

Will

"Uh – Will? I'm pretty sure the infirmary is closed today.."

"And I'm pretty sure that your cuts wont heal themselves. Sit down" he gestured for Nico to sit on one of the beds as he brought out a large green first aid kit. He carefully placed it on a nearby table and brought out a pack of bandaging.

"Honestly Will its just a scratch or two, I'll live. I shouldn't really be wasting your Sunday afternoon like this".

Will paused and looked up into Nico's eyes. "Hey, you're not wasting my time.. I'm choosing to do this. And besides.. you couldn't possibly be- You could never be a waste of my time -" his words caught at the back of his throat. Will Solace; the son of Apollo, God of poetry and music. The smooth talker, the one who always kept his calm - was losing it to the mysterious son of Hades. He laughed nervously. "What I meant to say was, you are so not fine sunshine. I mean look at you. I'm not 'wasting' my afternoon. Someone has to make sure you don't get yourself killed, right?"

"Hey I'm not –" the dark haired boy started to protest, but Will cut him off again.

"Take your shirt off,"

"Excuse me?!"

"Its soaked in blood"

"Oh - I uh, -" Nico turned from tomato red to a deep beetroot shade.

"Hurry up death boy."

"Do not call me Death boy!"

"I think it's a rather endearing name, don't you?"

"Endearing?! I am the Ghost King. Did you just call m-"

"Oh Shut up, Drama Queen."

Nico

Nico wanted to scream and run away to hide in a cupboard. Will had got his way and now Nico was lying shirtless in an empty infirmary room with none other than the golden haired boy standing over him.

Only now could Nico see that Will had been right, the cuts were pretty brutal but at least the bleeding had now stopped.

"There we are," Will sat on Nico's bed and beamed down at his fine bandaging work.

"Uh – thanks.. I guess"

"Did the oh so mighty 'Ghost King' just thank a humble son of Apollo?" Will brought the back of his hand to his forehead and swooned, feigning a shocked gesture.

"Shut up Solace."

Will laughed and slowly leaned closer to Nico. "Make me."