Look, some of you agree with me, and some of you think I shouldn't rewrite it. Sorry if you're one of those people that thinks I shouldn't, but I'm going to. I promise this one will be just as good, if not better than, the original. More Percy/Nico bonding, more cuteness, the works. And some other little mistakes tossed in every now and then.

Percy's POV

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I still remembered when mom first sat me down and told me I could get pregnant. Mostly because, well, I was a boy, and boys, to my knowledge, didn't get pregnant. But thirteen-year-old me didn't seem to understand. Mom repeated it three times for me. Percy, the doctors can't explain it, but why you've been feeling bad? Why you have cramps? Well, you're hitting puberty, but not like most boys. What I'm trying to say, Percy, is you can get pregnant... I still wasn't sure I fully understood it. I just knew I had to be careful.

Mom immediately went and got birth control pills. She lied to the planned parenthood clinic and told them that it was for my older sister. It never did make it any less embarrassing. I still took them, even though I probably didn't need to. Mom had given me money, and I'd bribed one of my friend's dad's to buy me condoms. He'd given me some pretty strange looks, but at last he did as I asked. Not that I'd ever needed them. They were just in case. Most boys had to worry about getting girls pregnant. I had to worry about guys getting me pregnant. I'd done good all through high school, hiding my secret from everyone.

"Don't you look nice," mom commented as I climbed out of the car with me bag. I got my suitcases out of the trunk and wheeled them beside the car. She eyed me up and down. "Got everything you need?" The question sounded light enough, but I knew exactly what she meant. I patted the front pocket of my backpack and gave her a thin smile.

"Got enough for two months," I replied. "I already contacted the clinic closest to school, and they say I can pick them up. Though I told them I was picking them up for my girlfriend." I sighed. "Mom, I hate doing this. I hate hiding who I am. Why was I cursed with this? Was it a mistake?"

"I don't think so," she said, giving me a smile. "It just makes you special. Be careful, okay? Have fun at college Perce." She drove away, leaving me to stand at the curb. I took a deep breath and pulled my suitcases along. I already knew where my dorm was, so I took my stuff there. My roommate was already there, putting books away on the shelves. He turned to me and glared like I was intruding on his own personal space. I ducked my head and began spreading out my sheets on the available bed. It was awkward, being in the same room as my silent roommate.

"Freshman?" I blinked when I heard him speak. I hadn't expected that. "You deaf?" I shook my head. He heaved a sigh like he was going to do something very hard and painful. "I'm Nico di Angelo, American Lit major. You?" It took me a second to realize he expected an answer.

"Percy Jackson," I replied. "Chemistry major. At least, as of right now." Nico may or may not have smiled at that. If anything, his scowl lightened a little. I would take that as a smile. "Sophomore?" I asked. He grunted, and I supposed he was going to leave me to figure it out. "Whatcha planning on doing tonight?" I asked him.

"Frat party at my buddy Leo's place," he replied. "Hey, you should come freshie. I bet it would be a good way to meet people." I gulped. The idea of going to a frat party terrified me, but I wasn't about to say so. For some reason, I wanted to be cool around this guy.

"Uh, sure," I replied. My phone beeped, reminding me it was time to take my pill. I always took it at three-thirty. I wasn't entirely sure why, I just did. "Be back," I mumbled. I grabbed the little pill container out of my backpack, stuffed it in my sweater pocket, and walked to the nearest bathroom. Thankfully, there was no one in there. I slipped into one of the stalls and twisted off the cap. I held up the little blue pill, staring at it in distaste. I hated having to take them every day. Hopefully, I went into early menopause, because I didn't want to have to keep taking these things until I was fifty. I slipped the pill back in the bottle and shoved my way out. I was careful enough. Nothing would happen. Besides, what's the worst that could happen at a frat party?

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"Awfully loud!" I shouted over the booming speakers. Nico grinned, actually grinned, at me and continued to swing his hips to the music. It was a little captivating to watch. Nico was in his element now. Without warning, he pulled me onto the makeshift dance floor and twirled me around. I laughed as he began to sway us back and forth, despite the fact it was a fast-paced song. I smiled. This was actually really fun!

"Hey, a freshie!" someone called out, picking their way over. I was a little taken aback by the newest member of our tiny dance floor group. It was a Latino about half a foot shorter than myself. He had elfish features, a shock of messy black hair, and a smile that suggested that he was up to no good. "Welcome to Ka-Pow! little freshie. How you liking the party so far?"

"Pretty good," I replied loudly, looking around. The newcomer grinned at me and held out a red solo cup.

"If you like it now you'll love it after this," he said, thrusting the cup at me. I sniffed it. "Oh drink up freshie. It's fruit punch." Shrugging, I lifted the cup to my lips and drank. And nearly spat it back out. It tasted awful! Not sweet like fruit punch should be. It was bitter. The newcomer laughed. "Ya know Neeks, we should've taken a photo. Boy's first drink of our special fruit punch."

"Special fruit punch?" I asked faintly. Was it just me, or was the music getting louder and the room beginning to spin? But, something kept me firmly in place. I was dimly aware of Nico smiling and talking with Leo (so that was his name), all while gently massaging the back of my neck. I was pretty sure I grinned, but I wasn't aware of what I was doing anymore. I remembered dancing with Nico some more, drinking more of the fruit punch, and then...nothing.

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I blinked and sat up in my bed, gazing around my dorm. What exactly happened last night? I didn't remember much. I scrubbed my face and rose from my bed. I glanced down, and stared dumbly at the shirt hanging off me. This shirt wasn't mine. I wasn't sure who it belonged to. No one was in my bed, so why was I wearing a strange shirt? I shrugged. Maybe one of the frat guys gave me it as a momento for my first party. I took a step, and nearly fell on my face. It hurt to walk. Not just my legs, but back and front hurt. Eyes widening, I tugged on sweat pants and ran to the bathroom. A couple of guys were washing their faces at the sink, so I slipped into a stall until they left. Then I closed the door and kneeled on the counter, checking myself. My asshole was stretched wide, like it had accomidated a lot in such a short amount of time.

"Fuck," I swore, sitting down heavily on the counter. So I'd lost my virginity at the party. I wouldn't be worried, if I'd taken my pill. Be that as it may, I hadn't. I was at a crossroads. I could go to the Planned Parenthood clinic and beg them to get me the morning after pill and face embarrassment. Or I could take the chance that I wouldn't get effected by this one time. I'd heard that you didn't always get pregnant when you had unprotected sex. Granted, your chances were higher. But it wasn't always possible. I really hoped I hadn't just fucked myself. Everyone would know my secret if I gained a ton of weight in a short amount of time. The baby bump had to the worst part about getting pregnant.

I slunk back to my room and crawled under the covers. I ripped the unknown shirt off my body and buried my face in my pillow. The tears came suddenly, wetting my cover. I couldn't believe how stupid I'd been. I should've known someone spiked the punch. I should've just taken my pill. I'd let my guard down, and now I was possibly going to face the consequences for what I'd done. It was a stupid drunken mistake, just a little one. But it might've cost me my future.

"Why so down freshie?" I looked up to find Nico hovering over me, a half-scowl plastered on his face. "Don't cry Percy. What's wrong?"

"I had sex last night," I said softly, rolling onto my side so I could face him. "I got drunk and had sex."

"So?" Nico asked, a funny look on his face. "Everyone does it, Percy. It's no big deal. Just shake it off and keep in on the down low. Don't need word of the party leaking, you hear?" Before I could say anything, Nico left the room. But the conversation left me feeling hollow. And not because I could potentially be carrying a tiny life inside my body. I patted my stomach.

"Hey little fella or gal," I whispered. "If you're there at all. I hope not. Daddy isn't ready to be a daddy yet." I groaned. Why was I talking to my nonexistent child? I didn't even want it! And yet... "If daddy does have you, daddy won't get rid of you," I promised, wrapping my arms around my knees. "Wish I knew who your other daddy was. But it's just another little mistake I made..." Life has a funny way of making mistakes. It made one when it gave me the ability to produce children.

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Waiting for the lab results was the hardest thing I'd ever done. Good thing I didn't start school for another couple of weeks. This one was plenty long without adding classes, homework, and looks from other people. Whenever I had the room to myself (which was pretty often) I would study myself in the mirror to see if anything had changed. Usually not. Then again, if I was carrying a child, I wouldn't notice a difference until at least the sixth month. I'd done plenty of research on the subject, as I always feared it would happen.

"Say Perce," Nico said as he entered the room. I hastily slipped my shirt back on. Nico tossed me a manila envelope. "You had mail, so I picked up for you." I held the envelope like it contained a bomb. My test results. Did I even want to know? Yes, I did. Very much so. I opened it and scrunched over the results, skimming the letter. My heart plummeted.

Percy Jackson, you've tested positive. Congratulations, you're going to have a baby! If you have any questions, you can call...

I let the piece of paper flutter down to the desk. Positive? I was positive? How? I'd thought that you had a change to not get pregnant. I rested my hand on my stomach and stared blankly into space. I had a little person growing inside of me right now. Its gender wasn't yet determined, yet it was going to be my very own son or daughter. I wasn't sure how I felt about it. Proud, maybe. And scared. Really scared. I was going in this thing alone. Hell, I didn't even know the real dad yet. I'd have to wait until the baby was born to figure that part out.

"What's that?" Nico asked, eyeing my results. I stuffed the paper back inside the envelope and shrugged. "Come on Perce. I may have only known you a week, but I know when you're hiding something. What's up?"

"Oh, they couldn't finalize my paperwork yet, so I have to wait on a couple of classes," I lied. There was no way in hell I was telling Nico about my child.

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Nico's POV

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I knew Percy was hiding something from me. I knew when he first freaked out about having sex after the party. I mean, I'd done stupid shit too, but I would never dwell on it. When you're drunk, you do stupid shit, it was that simple. Why would he be worried? But all week, he'd acted distant, unlike the first night he came. And the mysterious manila envelope didn't help matters.

This was a bullshit move, but when he left at three thirty, I snuck a look in the envelope. It was a doctor's letter. About a pregnancy? Why would a college-aged boy need pregnancy results? Unless...

"My god!" I exclaimed, shoving the paper away. Percy came back in, looking a little green around the gills. I pointed an accusing finger at him. "Get the hell out!" I screamed at him. "Get out! Get out of here you little freak of nature!"

"What?" Percy asked faintly. He slowly began to back out the door. I shoved the test results in his face, and his eyes widened considerably.

"What the hell is this?" I asked him. "You're pregnant?! How the hell is that even possible. You're a goddam boy!" Percy snatched his tests away and shoved me back into the room. He closed the door behind us and stood facing away from me. It took me a few moments to realize he was crying. "Oh, uh..." I said awkwardly. I couldn't tell if he was being hormonal due to the baby or if he was overwhelmed and scared. Maybe both.

"You can't tell, okay?" he pleaded. "I was born with the ability to sire and produce children. No one's been sure why. Nothing's ever come up on the records, and everyone just plays it cool. That's what I've done for six years. Normally, I have the right mindset for such occasions. But I never took my pill, and the slim chance I'd get pregnant, well, you can figure out the rest." He shook as he told me the story, and I felt kind of bad yelling at him. I hadn't meant to hurt him any more than he was already hurting.

"Hey...um... if there's anything I can do...I'll try," I stammered. College prepared you for a lot of things. But not comforting hormonal pregnant boys. Percy sat down heavily on his bed and stared at his flat stomach. "So..." I began.

"Let's not," he said, looking up at me. "Look Nico, I appreciate the help, but I only really want it from the boy who got me pregnant in the first place. The other dad. The one with this t-shirt." He went to his closet and pulled out a black t-shirt with a silver skull on the front.

"Oh," I said weakly. "Okay. Well, I'm going to go...get some coffee." I left the room in a hurry. I'd give him a couple of months. I didn't have the heart to tell him he'd been holding up my shirt. At least not yet. That meant that baby, that little boy or girl, that would be my little boy or girl. I was going to be a dad!

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Ya'll better appreciate how much time I put into doctoring it up so it looks all pretty again. I hate copying and pasting over from a different source, but I love my Word, so I'll use it just for you.