Alright, so if you don't already know this is a Leo fanfic. I probably shouldn't, considering all I write is about Leo. I have a feeling I won't be able to finish this before the release of House of Hades and I don't have time to make a full House of Hades fanfic covering everything that I believe will happen, so this will probably just skip around and focus on the major parts I want to include. Of course, I wouldn't want any of this to actually happen because well all my stories end tragically and I don't know if I'll survive if this does indeed happen to Leo. So if you don't know there is this big debate on who will close the Doors of Death. Many people believe the other demigods of the Seven will take Percy and Annabeth's place in closing the doors and a lot believe Nico, Hazel or Leo will close it. To me, the most logical (and sad) person it will be is Leo. As much as it kills me, I have a feeling Mr. Trolololol Rick will leave it on a cliffhanger again where one shuts the doors, and that person may be Leo. Well anyways, after looking at countless pictures and videos of the predictions, and seeing Viria's on Deviantart work online, I came up with this idea. Also I give props to my white board that has the quote "Nothing is unfixable" in big letters reminding me of this story idea.

I also found a way to make the Lico/Leco/Neo (Leo x Nico) fangirls go crazy. And Frank is a bit OoC in this mainly because I want him to feel some sort-of connection and sympathy towards Leo. So here it goes. :P

Nothing is Unfixable

Third Person POV

Leo was sleeping at his workbench in his cabin when he faintly heard someone enter. Instead of looking up to see who it was, he pretended not to notice. He heard the footsteps get louder and louder and this sort-of gloomy presence approaching him. He immediately took it as Nico. "Sup," Leo muttered.

"Watcha working on?" Nico asked. Leo drowsily lifted his head and tried failingly to fix his hair. Before he could respond, Nico chuckled at how one side of Leo's hair was completely flat while the other remained curly.

"The same thing I was working on the last time you came down here." Leo yawned. He hadn't been getting much sleep that he never could remember the date.

"The Archimedes sphere?" Nico guessed. He couldn't remember everything either, especially when the both of them stayed up later and later to discuss the Doors of Death. They had been doing this ever since Percy and Annabeth had fallen into Tartarus; going over to each other's cabins, wondering if either of them had any clue on what they would find at the House of Hades.

"And the scrolls," Leo added groggily, still trying to wake himself up. He yawned some more before saying, "I could really go for some coffee. You mind…"

Nico had gotten up before he had finished his statement. They kind-of gotten to know each other the past few weeks, and Nico wondered how he could even function at this point. As he walked across the room, he glanced at the perfectly made bed and wondered, had he even slept in that bed once yet? The whole time Nico has been here, Nico has never seen him actually sleep there before. Of course he wasn't trying to be creepy, but every time he had gone to ask Leo about the scrolls, spheres or the Doors of Death, he was either hard at work or dozing off in the middle of his work.

As Nico filled the cup up of coffee from the machine, Nico noticed the waste basket next to it overflowing with empty cups and wadded pieces papers. Much of the paper products had littered the floor where Nico stood. He placed the hot cup of coffee on the side and pushed the paper closer to the basket with his sneaker. He shook his head and proceeded to make himself a cup of coffee. After making the two cups of coffee, Nico walked over towards Leo's workbench and pulled up a chair to sit down.

Nico was about to discuss Leo's sleeping habits, when he decided to drop. It wasn't worth rambling on and on to someone who clearly didn't care. Nico was thinking of things to say when Leo cleared his throat. "Do you think I'm getting too worked up over this?" Without the silence in the air, Nico probably wouldn't have heard him.

"Worked up on what; the sphere or the war?" Nico asked taking a sip of coffee, then stared at the dark steaming liquid in the cup remembering all the empty coffee cups. "Or perhaps, are you talking about the coffee consumption?"

Leo took a side glance at the son of Hades. The corner of his lip raised and bit as a small noise escaped his lips. He then hid his face by drinking a sip of coffee himself. "Very funny, death boy." Leo said. "I am most definitely talking about the coffee," he said sarcastically.

"So he finally smiles," Nico smiles half-heartedly, raising his cup of coffee as a toast.

Leo simply shook his head and looked at the scrolls hesitantly. "I meant being worked up over everything. The spheres, the scrolls, the ship, the war, and everything else in between. You think I'm pushing myself too hard?"

Nico narrowed his eyes. He knew Leo wasn't acting the usual, but he just thought it was pure exhaustion. But it suddenly hit him that it was all the work he was pushing himself to do. The cooking, the cleaning, the repairs, and the constant thinking and discussions of the Doors of Death. Leo had taken it upon himself to subject himself to all these responsibilities. It was only natural for it to take its toll on him.

"Well?" Leo asked, breaking Nico's train of thought.

Nico knew Leo was expecting the same answer. "Why don't you give some of these responsibilities to us?" "Why not take a break and sleep?" "Let us cook for the day". It was one of the many responses the other seven would give him. Especially Hazel and Frank, who always felt he was pushing himself too hard. Instead of trying to shoulder his responsibilities, Nico answered, "The question is, do you think you're pushing yourself too hard?" Nico sighed, took a sip of coffee and then continued, "Besides, you have your reasons. We all do."

It was always the answer Leo was looking for. He never wanted anyone's help. He had taken all these responsibilities for multiple reasons, and he wasn't planning on changing that. But how the son of death could manage to say just the right thing amazed him.

Leo took in the silence while Nico stared at some of his drawings and blueprints. Nico was about to ask what the x's, lines and arrows, and the chart next to it on the drawing had meant when Leo had asked, "So, what did you want to talk about?"

"Well," Nico replied noticing Leo slowly placing the drawing under the many blueprints for the ship and the sphere. "I was thinking since we're almost to the House of Hades, we should probably go over the doors. I don't fully understand them yet from the time I was there, and you probably have thought about it much more than me."

"Alright," Leo said and proceeded by cracking his neck and knuckles. He gulped the last of his coffee and attempted to make the basket. Like the other empty cups, it fell on the ground. Disappointed, Leo relaxed his shoulders and sighed.

Nico shivered, "That's just disgusting."

Leo raised his eyebrows at Nico questionably. "The cracking bothers you? Aren't you the one that can summon skeletons from the pit of hell? Don't they click and crack worse?"

Nico shook his head, "It's just they're…dead."

Leo sighed, and tried for humor. "Well Frank did point out that I was like a walking skeleton once. And Piper told me I act like a zombie when I don't have coffee."

Although it wasn't one of his best jokes, Leo was only trying to lift the mood, especially since he was the son of Death. But when he heard a slight chuckle coming from the boy sitting next to him, Leo felt impressed by his achievement. He had made the son of Death laugh! It wasn't everyday a dreary dark emo person laughed. Leo would have to remember that for later. And then a chuckle turned into a fit of laughter and then Leo joined in too. And soon enough the two were laughing for no apparent reason, tears welled up from all the giggles.

After it finally settled down, Nico said with a serious tone. "It seems you're back to normal. I like it much better when you are in high spirits."

"What do you mean?" Leo asked. He always cracked jokes and would make everything fun and entertaining. He didn't understand what he was trying to say. Sure he had laughed more than he ever had, but that was just the amount of exhaustion that made him go hysterical.

Nico sipped on the last of his coffee and replied with his normal gloomy tone. "When I'm around, or even Frank and Hazel are around, you go on and on about the fortune cookie business. You talk about how everything is your fault; the Percy and Annabeth incident, the Roman vs. Greek fight, the firing on the Romans, your mom dying, Hazel and Frank's relationship, and so on. It's just kind-of annoying, you know? I've never seen someone with so much regrets, it's just so gloomy"

Leo didn't know what to say. It was true that everything to him seemed his fault, and it was true that he did feel down sometimes. It amazed Leo Nico's sudden maturity, however. When Percy and Annabeth described Nico before, Leo looked at him as this little kid who played Mythomagic. But here he was lecturing to Leo about the way he acted about every little thing. He barely even knew Leo. And then it dawned onto Leo. How did he know about his mom? Leo didn't recall telling him about her, and he wouldn't think any of the others would mention this with the exception of Hazel and possibly Frank, so how did he know this sliver of information. And how did he know Leo still thought about her sometimes.

Nico continued to speak, "We all have regrets, Leo. I have a bunch, and so do Percy and Annabeth. I may not know all of them, but I do know they do. I also know that somewhere deep down, Jason and Piper also have regrets. And look at Frank, he lost his mom and grandma, nearly died because of his firewood, and probably has a whole boatload of other regrets. Same goes for Hazel and that sports-loving satyr."

"I don't remember telling you about my mom…" Leo muttered.

"You never did," Nico replied. Leo was about to ask if Hazel had mentioned it, when Nico read his mind. "Neither did anyone else on the ship."

Leo frowned and stared at the cluttered desk. "Then how…?"

Nico sighed, remembering his stay at Tartarus. It wasn't pleasant, considering he met people he didn't really want to meet. "It's a long story, but let's just say that I'm well aware of what-"

"LEO!" Someone shouted from outside the cabin. Both Leo and Nico didn't recognize the voice, but Nico thanked the person who interrupted, because he didn't want this conversation to go on, and he thought Leo didn't want it to either.

Nearly breaking the doors of the hinges, Frank busted in. Nico and Leo both figured, since he was the only one really capable of breaking the door even though Leo remade the doors to be extra sturdy in case another Eidolon tried to take over him again. Leo thought to himself, mental note: make stronger Frank-proof doors. Although Leo had no reason for a Frank-proof, he figured a mythical creature re probably stronger than he is.

"Well, hello to you too Frank," Leo said sarcastically. "Here for a cup of coffee?"

Nico chuckled, but knew from Frank's giddy and hasty arrival that something was up. "NO." Frank nearly shouted. "Monsters. Many of them."

So, like I mentioned, it will not be a continuation of each chapter every time. Most often they will skip around in different parts, but I will tell you when that happens. Next scene is basically another Leo, Frank and Nico moment again and the start of my thought-out plot.

~Percabeth17