Reminder of last chapter of Part 1:
"Leo, you were basically just having a panic attack!" Leo's eyes narrowed at this and Nico sighed. As annoying as he could be, he liked the boy, not like that of course... well maybe. Not that he would tell anyone of course. "Look, I won't tell anyone."
"N-noth- *sigh* I just had a bad dream, okay? It was nothing. I'm fine, go back to sleep. I'm... I'm s-sorry I woke you up."
"Leo-"
"Por favor! Please! Just go. I'm fine."
"No, no you're not." Nico thought.
Leo didn't fall asleep again that night. He had dreamed of that day again, except this time he killed him. He didn't just kill him, he beat him to death. Leo pleaded with him, he tried to stop him, explaining, apologizing but he didn't care. It was horrible and to top it off...
AN: And don't forget the POVs:
(Nico)-(bold)
(Leo)-(regular)
(Percy)-(italics)
Regular Third Person POV Unless I Tell You Otherwise Like Labeling It "Blah blah blah's POV"-(underlined)
The next day, Leo reluctantly went to breakfast. He just felt like fixing and modifying the ship but, he didn't want Hazel to worry. Nor did he want Nico to tell anyone... well Hazel about the night before. So even though he'd most likely argue with Piper he forced himself to get dressed. When he got to the mess hall it was almost like an exact repeat of the day prior. Everyone was there: check! Hazel first to speak: check! Everyone staring at him: check! Awkward eye contact with Nico and Percy: ! #$%^&*() #$%^ DOUBLE CHECK!
" Sleep well Leo?" Hazel smiled brightly.
" Um, yeah. I slept great. You?" Leo replied.
" Good. That's good." Hazel's worry was still overbearing but Leo forced a smile, trying to ignore Nico's piercing eyes burning through his mask.
"Well, come on and eat Leo! You could use a good meal or two." Percy joked but only Hazel giggled and Leo smirked.
"Speaking of which," Annabeth seemed to be calculating the situation and doling out a certain amount of gentle forcefulness with each syllable. Annabeth was a person who got right to the point and calculated every reaction you made while doing it. Percy exchanged pointed looks with Annabeth. He could see where she was going and now wasn't the time but he knew what she was thinking, "If not now, when?". " What exactly happened down there, in the Tartarus? How did you survive so long?"