A/N: This story will have three chapters. This is my interpretation of what happened after Blood of Olympus (since there were so many questions left unanswered). This first one is of Nico and what happened with him and Will. The next one will be of Percy reuniting with his mother after months. And the last one will be Leo's return to camp (I really wanted this scene to be in the book).

Nico

Nico felt as if a huge weight had lifted off his chest as he walked away from Percy and Annabeth. He had never imagined he would be able to confess his feelings in that manner. He walked back to the infirmary where Will stood at the front door.

Will looked exhausted; his light blonde hair was disheveled and stood out in all directions. He was wearing a plain green shirt and jeans instead of his usual orange Camp Half-Blood shirts. He gave Nico a lighthearted glare as he approached, "What did I say about rest, Death Boy?"

Nico flashed him a half-hearted look of annoyance, "Don't call me that, Sun Spawn."

Will cracked a smile, "Sun Spawn, huh? That fits," he put his hand on Nico's shoulder and guided him inside the building. Nico felt a small sensation of butterflies, which of-course had nothing to do with Will's hand. "Now sit on one of those chairs until I find you a bed," Will said pointing to the side where several plastic chairs were.

"Do I have a choice?" Nico asked.

Will grinned, "I will be right back," he said before darting off. Nico went to the side but didn't bother sitting down. The infirmary was much larger than it looked on the outside. It looked like any normal clinic would at first glance with beds separated with curtains, a few gurneys and a medical staff shuffling in and out. The differences, however, were significant. For example, all of the "doctors" were teenagers; the shelves, instead of being filled with medicine, were full of nectar, ambrosia and various other potions.

Nico waited silently watching the commotion. The other medical staff, consisting of either Apollo's kids or volunteers from other cabins, glanced at his direction every so often; some gave him an acknowledging nod while others smiled or waved. Nico wasn't used to the recognition and it made him nervous but it also felt kind of nice. He wasn't going to go melt into the shadows again like he did after the Battle of Manhattan.

Just when he was starting to wonder whether or not Will had forgotten about him, the son of Apollo came strolling back with his giant grin plastered on his face and a hospital gown at hand. Nico couldn't help the butterflies in his stomach which annoyed him greatly. This was NOT happening.

"Hey, you stayed!" Will said enthusiastically, "I was sure you'd try to run away and I'd have to go looking for you."

Leaving didn't even occur to Nico but he wasn't about to admit that. He glanced at the bright orange hospital gown Will had brought with him, "I'm not wearing that," he stated. The color itself was enough to make you want to puke.

Will chuckled, "Well, if you're a good little patient I'll promote you to a blue gown. Now come on, I got you a bed."

The next three days in the infirmary were pretty good. No, it wasn't because Will checked on him every few hours, sometimes staying to talk for long periods of time until he was needed somewhere else. The other Apollo kids were getting more comfortable around him as well, coming to him often to check how he was doing.

After the third day, Will extended his stay for two more days, saying Nico was still too weak and that he wanted to make sure Nico didn't try any Underworld-y stuff. Nico glared at him when he made the announcement but he was secretly glad. Again, this had absolutely nothing to do with said blonde haired boy.

Hazel came to visit him on the fourth day to day goodbye before leaving for Camp Jupiter with Frank. "You take care of yourself, Nico, or I'll put Piper and Annabeth on guard duty," she warned.

"I will," he promised. He had gotten very close to Hazel these past few months. He still missed Bianca, he dreamt of her sometimes, but he no longer felt her absence as greatly as he used to. Hazel was a good sister. If he had to pick one good thing that came out of his journey in the Tartarus, it was leading Hazel through the Doors of Death.

"I got you something," she told him. She pulled out a package from her purse, it was a small box wrapped around with a piece of brown tissue. Nico took the box, Hazel urged him to open it. Inside was two neat stacks of Mythomagic cards, the card game Nico had been obsessed with when he was younger. A sudden vision of Bianca popped into his head, how she died while trying to get him a Hades figurine. The same one Percy had given to him later.

"I thought you might like it…" Hazel trailed off, mistaking the look on his face.

"No, I mean, I do…" he said, "I love it, thanks." He meant it. He looked down at the cards again. Maybe now was his chance to be a kid again, if he could figure out how exactly to be one, that is. Maybe he'll teach Will how to play. He gave Hazel a small smile, "Really, I like it. Thank you." She smiled back and gave him a bear hug. She made him promise not to shadow travel anytime soon, not until Will said it was okay. Whether or not she saw him blush, she didn't say.

"Well, I guess this is it," Nico said, nervously tying his shoes. It was the last day of him being in the infirmary.

"Not quite," Will said sternly, "I want you to come by every two days to do a checkup. And you are to drink one sip of nectar at every meal," he quickly jotted something down into his clipboard, "doctor's orders," he added last minute.

Nico rolled his eyes, "Adding "doctor's orders" into everything isn't going to persuade me to do it more."

"Yeah, yeah, Death Boy, just be good," Will said. He reached forward and ruffled Nico's hair causing him to swerve back and slap Will's hand away. His cheeks reddened slightly.

"Don't ever do that again," Nico said in a warning tone, mustering his glare. His glare only seemed to sheer Will up even more.

"Seriously though, no Underworld-y stuff for another two weeks, alright?"

"Fine," Nico huffed.

The next day, Nico couldn't sleep. He told himself it was because his cabin looked like it belonged to Count Dracula what with the coffin beds and all. It had nothing at all to do with Will. Nico scolded himself inwardly; he could not go through this again. He was barely over his last crush.

Frustrated, he made himself get out of bed. It was almost 6:00 and the sun was about to come up. He made his way down to the dining hall knowing very well that the Apollo kids tended to rise with the sun.

He glanced around the hall; there were only a few campers up, most of them kids of Apollo though not the one he was looking for. Disappointed at that, and then irritated with himself for feeling disappointed, he went and sat down at the Hades table. He summoned a cup of coffee into one of the magic cups and started sipping. Nico wasn't a breakfast person.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw another figure walk in. He turned to get a better look, it was Percy. He looked like he had just come from a swim, his clothes were all dry, but his hair was matted wet. He knew Percy could dry himself off with a thought but he also knew staying wet helped calm him down. Percy noticed Nico sitting alone and started making his way towards him. Nico couldn't help feeling a little nervous; he hadn't really talked to Percy since his confession. No, he didn't still have feelings for him but Nico still wanted them to be friends.

Percy said down on the bench opposite him, "Hey Nico," he said.

"Hi," Nico muttered and looked down at his empty plate. Percy summoned some type of blue cereal and some kind of blue fruit punch. He must be missing his mom. The next few moments were a bit awkward; Percy seemed like he was about to say something but didn't. Nico continued to look around, more people were slowly starting to file in.

"Couldn't sleep?" Percy asked, breaking the silence.

Nico glanced back over to him, a little surprised to hear him talk after the silence. "Not much," Nico replied though he didn't mention why, "you?"

"Me neither," he replied. "Nightmares," he added afterwards. Percy stared intently at his plate as if trying to suppress some memories.

Nico nodded. He understood how horrible Tartarus was, the only reason he got through was because he was a child of the Underworld. "I understand," he told Percy.

Percy looked up and gave him a knowing look. "I know."

After a few more moments of silence, this time not as awkward, "So…" Percy started, "What exactly did you mean 'not your type'?" Percy asked, his eyes sparkling. The question threw Nico completely off guard. "You don't go for incredibly smart and unnaturally funny guys?"

Nico was at a loss for words. "Well… umm…" and it was at this time that Will decided to stroll in. He spotted Nico at the Hades table and slid in to the seat next to him. "Morning Nico," he said, "Percy," he nodded towards Percy. Will was wearing his blue surgeon's shirt, jeans and those abominable pairs of flip flops.

Nico wanted to go hide out in a corner. The last thing he needed was for these two to spend time together. Percy replied before he did, "Hey Will. Started working already?" he asked pointing at Will's work shirt.

"Not yet, thought I'd grab something to eat first," he said. Then he looked over at Nico, or rather Nico's plate, "What is that?!" he exclaimed.

Nico snapped his head towards his plate, "Umm… nothing?"

"Exactly! It's nothing! What did I say about eating healthy?"

"Well…" Nico tried to think of something to say.

"To eat healthy, you actually have to EAT something!"

"I'm not hungry," Nico protested.

Will summoned scrambled eggs and a glass of milk and slid them towards Nico, "Here."

"I hate eggs!" Nico whined.

"I'm not leaving until you clean the plate off," Will replied.

"I hate milk too."

Percy was watching the two bicker with amusement. He had never seen anyone else argue with Nico and win. "I'm going to go check on Blackjack," he told them. He dumped the rest of his cereal into the dumpster which vanished whatever food you put into it. None of the campers knew where the food went, probably to some random ancient Greek place. He glanced back once at the Hades table before leaving; Nico was angrily stuffing scrambled eggs into his mouth and Will grinned from ear to ear. Looked like he owed Annabeth twenty bucks.