AN: Hello my lovely readers, this is my first solangelo fanfiction. Gods they're so perfect...sorry. Anyways, it's in both of their POV's, but stays in third person. It sort of jumps around in time, but I don't think it's confusing. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy!

Chapter 1:

Will was never an expert with not being able to save people. It was the worst thing that he ever felt. He could always feel the color vanish from his face. His legs start to buckle under him. Too late. That's what they always told him. There was always an 'I'm so sorry' in there too. He never heard the whole story. He only felt his mind blank of hope and fill with It's. All. My. Fault. Usually, he didn't even know the person's name, but he knew that they could have lived a longer life if he had been there earlier. He could have saved them.

Too late.

I'm so sorry, Will.

Too late.

That was most of what Will got all night and into the next morning in the infirmary after Gaea's defeat. Two hundred and fifty-four. Two hundred and fifty-four demigods. Two hundred and fifty-four children. Two hundred and fifty-four gone. Just like that. That is, that they found. Will and the rest of the Apollo kids did everything they could, but it wasn't enough. There were too many wounded. Will hated wars for that reason.

He paced the infirmary. He was supposed to be on 'break,' but he was too awake to even sit down without getting back up again. Then there was the Leo boy. everyone was talking about Leo. He had sacrificed himself for them. Will couldn't save him either. Will added Leo Valdez to the list of names of people who died that night. He remembered the scrawny, funny, son of Hephaestus. Right after Leo had been claimed, Will took him for a tour of the camp. He never would have thought that he would have saved everyone by getting himself killed.

Will winced as he heard a sharp cry of pain from somewhere in the infirmary. He got up and ran over to the source, a girl from Athena had lost her leg from the knee down, she had brutal claws marks on her chest that had started to bleed again. From the expression on her face, she was trying to be brave, but the pain was worse then she could handle.

Will's youngest sister, Luciana, who had only arrived weeks ago was trying to feed her some ambrosia, but the daughter of Athena was only screaming in pain. Will relived his sister from her post and took the patient's hand. He began to sing a short verse to calm her down. Her face muscles instantly relaxed. Will took a breath and handed her the ambrosia.

"Here." He said, trying to sound soothing. "Take this. It'll help. I promise."

The girl looked like she wanted to retort something, but she just took the ambrosia. Will sighed in relief. The daughter of Athena relaxed even more, falling back into the cot, the bleeding subsiding.

Will could hear Luciana walk away. She was what, twelve? What a horrible first month to have at Camp Half-Blood. He placed his fingers on the daughter of Athena's neck and felt her pulse. It seemed sturdy enough.

Will buried his face in his hands.

He guessed his 'break' was over.

Will didn't remember falling asleep, but he definitely remembered his dream.

He was surrounded by bodies. They were covered in dirt and blood. He could hear them moan his name,

"Will…"

"Help...m...me…"

They clawed at the ground, pulling themselves towards him. Will started toward the closest one, but he couldn't move. He felt panic rise in him. He tried to make a sound, a

"I'm trying!" or maybe try to heal them with his voice, but no sound could form in his throat. The pannick quickened.

"Will…"

"Please…"

"I...hurt…"

"I'm….I…think I'm dying…"

"Will…"

Will tried to concentrate. He tried to will himself to slowly lift one foot. Then the next. The an arm. Then the other one. Then he could break this, whatever it was.

"Will."

If Will could have whipped around, he would have. That voice...he knew that voice. It belonged to a boy called Nico di Angelo.

Will wanted to ask Nico for help, to scream out his name.

He couldn't.

"Will."

Nico. Will thought.

"Will help me."

Will could feel his heart beat quicken. Nico. I can't move! Will thought hopelessly. I really want to help you. I really do, but that's about as possible as me turning around and kissing you.

Will hadn't meant to think that.

"Will please." Nico's voice broke. Will screamed in his head.

"Will…I…think I might be…dying…"

No! Don't go dying on me Deathboy!

"Will…I…please, why…?"

Just hang in a little longer.

"...Will, why…won't you help me?"

If Will could have cried, he would have.

"WILL! HELP ME!"

Don't yell it will make it worse.

"WILL LOOK AT ME!"

Please, Deathboy, stop yelling.

"Can you hear me?"

Of course I can hear you.

"Don't feel special. It's nothing new. No one can hear me."

I can.

"What stupid last words." Will could hear Nico sigh and crumple to the ground.

Please.

"Not that with my luck I would get anything good."

Please, hold on. I'll get out of this! I'll save you, Deathboy. I can't let you die.

"Will?" Nico let out a yelp of pain. "Will? Please." His voice sounded like he was having people cut knifes on his arms as he spoke. "This is so…" He screamed in agony. "STUPID!"

Will woke with start, his breath heavy, eyes wide.

Nico.

Will stood up, his heart beating in his ears. He steadied himself on the chair he had fallen asleep on. Will had, for the first time in a long time, pushed the Son of Hades to the back of his mind.

That lasted long.

Nico di Angelo was back in the spotlight of Will's thoughts. Will remembered the first time that he had really noticed him, in the battle of Manhattan. Nico was so young at the time, just a year behind him, but he had saved the world, what, twice now?

Will remembered how he fought in the battle of Manhattan, like he had been doing it his whole life. Then he had left the shadows for a while, people had talked with him, treated him like a friend.

That lasted long.

But Will had always thought about the son of Hades. Always wondered what he was doing. What he was thinking.

When Will was younger, when he still lived with his mother, before the incident, his mother had told him about that sort of thinking. His mother had always said, you'll get there, Will. There'll be a girl who you can't get out of your mind.

But that never happened to Will.

There was never a girl. He never couldn't stop thinking about her. There was no her.

Then Will experienced his first him. He was a son of Athena named Adam. Will was mesmerized by him, never able to pull his thoughts from him.

He felt a hand on his back, he wiped around.

Austin stood there, looking worried.

"Will, you okay?" He asked.

Will took a second to get words out of his mouth."Y..yeah." He pushed himself up. "I'm fine." Austin raised an eyebrow as if he doubted that Will was telling the truth. Will sighed and looked down.

"Will…"

"Just give me something to do." Will said, trying to stay calm. His head was still spinning, Nico's voice ringed in his ears. Don't feel special. It's nothing new. No one can hear me. Will? Please… Austin rolled his eyes.

"You're head counselor, Will. I was going to ask you what I could do." He said. Will's shoulders dropped.

"Right…right. Of course, is that son of Volcan doing any better?"

Austin shrugged. "I'll check."

"Okay." Will tried to sound confident. "Yeah, do that."

Austin nodded and walked away. Again, Will tried to steady his breathing. He felt for the daughter of Athena's pulse…normal enough. She was going to be okay. Most likely.

Will sighed and looked around. He hated all the pained faces, the missing limbs, the cries...but this was it. Will was meant to do this. He had to help them. He gritted his teeth and got to work.

AN: sorry, not much solangelo in here, but it''ll come, don't worry. please review!