EDIT: REWRITTEN AND EDITED November 13!

Anyways, this is a...perco? Nercy? (Both are horrible) pre-slash story.

height based on the fact Percy is 6'0 at 17, but Nico is 5'4 at 11. and anyway in the movie Percy's only 5"7. So I thought since they were both the same height range at 11, Nico would probably catch up once Nico hits 16.

this fic is written on the bases that adult demigods can stay at camp if they wish, I mean, the whole problem was none of them survive past 23, but with percy and the gods' "agreement" in TLO, I should think they'll be able to live longer, specially since Perce is pretty powerful.

Without a beta cause I lack (and want!) one. On an IPad cause my sis hogs PCs.

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"Percy!"

At the sound of his name, the demigod snapped back to reality. "Wha...? Oh, hey Nico!"

The younger, (well, physically anyway), Italiano had grown taller over the years, as tall as him, seeing as Percy had stopped after reaching 17. I wonder if all demigods are tall? Might have something to do with the gods being taller than the average American housing, haha, I'm hilarious. Percy felt his usual internal humor flop uselessly like a fish out of water.

It really is great to see Nico. Despite the rocky start of Bianca's death, the past few years had really solidified their friendship. Percy enjoyed meeting the son of Hades whenever Nico deemed the land of the living worthy of his deadly presence.

"Percy." Nico said again annoyedly. Cocking a brow at his oddly absent friend. "Did you hear what I just said?"

He shook his head to get his head clear. Percy had been feeling a bit under the weather lately. No coughing, no throat aches, no nothing really, but an odd wooziness he couldn't quite label.

Percy squinted as he asked, "Did Chiron want something?"

"Well, yeah, but it's not THAT urgent, I'm more concerned about you to be honest." he blinked, "you look sick."

Nico held up a hand to Percy's forehead, with a frown he felt his own with the other. They were standing right where the grasses and the beach met, and Percy could feel the wind blowing into his eyes. For a while, Nico didn't move a muscle. A while much longer than necessary. Percy thought as he blushed at the excessive contact.

He WAS feeling a bit hot, and as the son of hades, Nico was skinkool deluxe. But the extra contact with humans now somehow just irritated him, in an odd embarrassing way.

"Nico, I'm fine just..." but before he could finish his sentence, Nico exclaimed, "Percy! You are definitely feverish!"

With that, the one and only Nico di Angelo dragged Percy back to the closest cabin to the beach, namely Poseidon's cabin.

As Percy was being dragged back with enthusiasm of one certain demigod, he sighed as the son of Hades appeared oblivious to his squirming.

Nico's cold hand touching his, icy fingers griping his, uncomfortable but soothing as odd as it sounds...

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They passed by Grover and Juniper, whom like Nico, were completely oblivious to Percy's uncomfort. They stopped just long enough for Grover to start a conversation.

"Hello Percy, Nico." the couple obviously too happy to note Percy's awkwardness, or bother with Nico's death god aura. Nico stopped briefly, assuming Percy'd want to greet his rarely at camp best friend.

Which is nice of him, I guess. But I appreciated the letting go of my hand part more. Much less stressful.

Noting that Percy didn't say anything, Nico replied in his stead, "I think Percy's a bit sick, so... Well, we'll see you later once I put this guy to bed."

Technically I just wasn't concentrating, thought Percy as he knotted his brows into a frown.

Grover, who was too busy with his girlfriend, glanced at Percy's reddened face and assumed that Nico would take good enough care of his best friend. "I'll go see you later with some treats!"

With that the couple ran off, and before Percy could reply "Err, thanks Grover." (as treats in Grover's mind, didn't necessarily mean human friendly) Percy was once again dragged off to his cabin.

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Nico put Percy into his bed, and pulled a chair up next to him. They were quiet for a moment, than Nico went and got a basin of water, a broad grin upon his face.

"You heal faster in water, right?" he said putting down the basin. Percy dipped his hand into the liquid. He could tell Nico had especially gotten the salt water from the ocean.

He felt at ease and, strangely, even drowsier, and said something he'd swore he'd never say if he were in his right mind.

"Nico, you know sometimes you can be really sweet."

That sounded absolutely queer.

"Like, you're sooooo nice to me. You're my best friend, except Grover spends more time with Juniper. Maybe I can be your Juniper. Grover's nice to Juniper."

Nico looked very red.

Percy felt... This feels like nectar, except his head was even fuzzier. For some reason he also wanted to rub against everything. Nico included. Wait, that didn't sound right. What was I thinking again? Can't remember.

Nico ignored the on-high comment, but now that it was obvious the water was actually doing harm, he pulled Percy's hand out of the basin. Earning him a pout and weak protest to, not-let-go-cause-you're-nice-and-cool.

Percy watched as the pale boy give in and lay down with him. Percy couldn't think straight, and Percy felt complete sublime.

For now that is.

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the next chapter should be fun!

11/13: I'm pretty sure Nico's 2 years younger than Perce. Percy and Nico are 19 and 17 respectively in this fic.

Also, as the camp is along the Long Island sound, I'm assuming this means the beach at camp actually IS a beach.