So, I was reading BoO and the part with Nico and Will versus Octavian came up the same time the song 'Just a Dream' by Carrie Underwood came on my playlist. So this little fic is result of that song and my own crazy imagination.
It had been two weeks since his eighteenth birthday, when Will Solace watched his crush get cut down by his crazy Roman cousin. Today was to be the day of the funeral for Nico and Will was a mess. He was sitting in his car just outside the camp borders, fiddling with a box full of paper airplanes. They were letters he had written but never sent. With a sigh, Will closed the box, got out of his car and walked into camp.
With his face covered by his hair, Will trudged through Camp Half-Blood, tears gathered in his eyes. Clutching the box, Will was hit with a flashback:
Flashback
Will turned just in time to watch Octavian slash through Nico with a shout.
"NO!" the cry was ripped from his throat before he could stop it. Will dropped his sword and dove towards Nico as he fell. He didn't even noticed Octavian launch himself into the sky.
End Flashback
"Why'd you have to go? You left me." He mumbled to himself as his silent tears fell. Sucking in a deep breath, Will couldn't help but think to himself what could have been. He looked over to see the bonfire already burning and campers gathering. He had finally made it to the front of the crowd, just in time for Chiron to start the service.
"Campers, let us bow our heads today in honor of Nico de Angelo, who gave his life in the war. Gods, we hope you lift his soul and give him a chance at a second life." Chiron bowed low, while the other campers lifted swords and other weapons in respect.
Will walked towards the fire, half expecting someone to stop him, but no one moved. Nico's body was covered in a deep gray shroud, embroidered with both Roman and Greek symbols for Hades.
"I love you," he whispered to him. As he slowly sank down to his knees, Will placed the box on the covered body. A vision came to him then:
Vision
"Will, really?" Nico whined. He was dressed in his finest suit, being forcefully carried by Will, also in a suit.
"Ah, come on Nics, its tradition." Will stepped over the threshold with is new groom in his arms.
End Vision
Apollo's voice carried through his mind after the vision ended, "This was meant to be your and his future. I am sorry."
Chiron patted his shoulder, "Will, this, is for you," the centaur handed him the aviator jacket.
The whole camp watched in silence as Will's heartbreaking sobs echoed through out the valley. Curling into a ball, Will clung to all he had left of Nico.
Omg, what have I done? All rights go to their respective owners. I own nothing.
