Hello! I have no idea who to do for this one because I don't know anyone in Rick's books who are bi apart from Apollo, who I don't think I want to do, and I don't exactly like writing about OCs in fanfics. But there is one in here. So I'm going to do Will – I'm not sure whether he's gay or bi or something else, but let's just say he's bi in this.

Also, I forgot to say this in the last two chapters – HAPPY PRIDE MONTH! I SUPPORT ALL OF YOU, YOUR SEXUALITY/GENDER IS VALID, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL, AND I LOVE YOU ALL. AND IF YOU HAVEN'T COME OUT YET, I STILL SUPPORT YOU, BECAUSE COMING OUT IS ACTUAL HARD AS HELL AND IT'S YOUR CHOICE. ALSO, YOU ARE WHO YOU ARE, AND YOUR SEXUALITY/GENDER IS PART OF YOU – BUT IT DOESN'T DEFINE YOU.

Will Solace.

"Will, you're tired and you haven't slept in three days," Kayla said gently. "You need sleep,"

"But -" he tried to protest. "There's still more -"

"We'll take care of them," she told him. "You're not the only healer in camp."

His speech was slurred from sleep deprivation and he was half asleep. "You?"

"You've been lacking," Kayla gave him a pointed look, and then seemed to reconsider her words. "Well, for most people other than Di Angelo. You're too tired to work, Will."

It wasn't that there had been a war recently, or that most people in camp had injuries needing tending to. Working was simply Will's way of coping since he had begun to develop feelings for a certain son of Hades. It gave him something to do, to focus on. The son of Hades wasn't a good person to develop feelings for – he stayed locked in his cabin most of the time and hardly socialised, and when he did, it was generally with his sister – or Jason. Will had never understood the bond Nico had with Jason, and, apparently, neither did the rest of the Seven whom had been on the Argo II. Jason and Nico had gone out somewhere together, and when they'd returned, they had this unspoken bond; as if something had happened out there that neither wished to speak of, but sparked a trust, a friendship of sorts.

"No, I'm just -"

"Go, Will," She ordered.

Will mumbled in protest, words and sentences Kayla couldn't make out.

"I will carry you there if I have to,"

"Alright, alright," Will grumbled. "But they are my patients, and if you need me, I can -"

"Yes, Will." She said impatiently. "I'll come get you if we need extra assistance." Which we won't, she added silently.

Will stumbled out of the infirmary and back to the Apollo cabin.

"Kayla finally get you to leave?" Austin asked as he entered, his fingers resting on the strings of his saxophone.

"Yeah,"

"You haven't slept in three days," he said, strumming a chord. "I haven't seen you leave the infirmary since the end of the Giant War. Sure, we had a lot of injuries, but we could've managed without you."

"No," Will mumbled, not even bothering to change his clothes before he fell onto the bottom bunk.

Minutes passed, and Will fell asleep to the tune of Austin's soft melodies.

The cabin was empty when Will awoke, and he wasn't surprised. Most Apollo kids were awake at dawn – out practicing archery or quiet music, sometimes tending to the injured. But when Will rolled over, the clock beside his bunk read 9:56, and he yelped. He was never up this late; more than half the camp would be awake and already training.

"Shit," he mumbled, stumbling from the warmth of his bedsheets and nearly collapsing. A laugh echoed from above him.

"Spectacular, Will." Alex said from above him, and he groaned. Gods forbid his reputation stay intact.

He muttered something, incoherent and slurred from sleep.

"I think they're waiting for you, Will," she told you. "They're wondering whether you've actually been killed in your sleep and none of them realised it."

"Of course they do," he responded.

Alex shrugged. "It's not like you to sleep in this late. Dawn was," she checked her watch. "Around five hours ago. You're generally the first up."

Will glanced up at her. She leant against the bedframe of the top bunk, knees pulled up, sketching something on a notepad. Her dark brown hair flowed in short, curled locks, her blue eyes standing out brilliantly against her darker skin. Despite most of Apollo's children gaining their father's trademark blonde hair, Alex seemed to have acquired her mortal parent's looks, apart from her eyes.

"Will," she frowned, flipping the sketchbook over so he could see what she was drawing, "What do you think?"

Will observed it, eyes calculating. "Is that – is that me?"

"Huh?" she glanced at it, like she'd forgotten what was drawn on the page. "Oh, yeah. You think?"

"Yeah, actually it looks like – wait, who's that I'm with?"

Beside where she'd drawn Will, there was another boy, one with olive skin and long, black hair framing his face. His body was rather thin, and although the drawing was incomplete, Will could recognise the boy.

"Is that – am I holding hands with Nico Di Angelo?" He managed to choke out. He wasn't against this, but the fact that one of his siblings might have caught on to the fact that he wasn't as straight as Will would've liked, and that he had begun to fall for the fifteen-year old Italian made his throat constrict and chest tighten.

The picture was of the two of them, Nico dressed in his regular black jeans, boots, and aviator's jacket, Stygian iron sword clipped onto his belt, his hair falling beside his pale face in shaggy locks, his dark eyes with visible hurt and lost swirling in them. Their hands were locked, and Will stood beside them, blonde hair gleaming in the sunlight and blue eyes bright. His body bore an orange camp half blood shirt, and the two of them looked like an odd pair, the dark and bright contrast clashing against each other in a calm sort of way. The two stood in front of Thalia's tree, where the dragon draped itself across the trunk of the tree, deadly, but, compared to some monsters Will had seen, it looked a bit . . . cute. Will had been captured mid-laugh, and Nico had a slight smile adorning his face, one you could only see if you really looked for it. Hardly a smile, but still there. The frown which was usually there at all times had relaxed a bit.

"Yeah." Alex responded, smiling slightly, head tilted to the right. "But I wasn't too sure. I don't think I've gotten Di Angelo's expression right."

Will wanted to assure her that she had, that Nico looked great in the sketch.

"I guess I could improve," the girl mused. "It's only a draft."

Alex, Will could admit, was probably one the camp's best artists, rivalling with Rachel Dare, the oracle.

"No," Will said slowly. "I think . . ."

"That he looks incredibly hot? Gorgeous?" she suggested, and Will fought down a blush. "Yeah, I already know your views on him – there's no need to tell me."

Will choked. How could she have – he'd never even told anyone! And he did think he'd been fairly discreet about it.

She laughed at the look on his face. "Oh, please, Will," she said, sketching another line, and Will wondered whether it was Nico's jawline she was drawing. "It's quite obvious, if you look for it. But I don't think anyone else suspects a thing." She looked down at him, saw the concerned look on his face. "Come here, Will."

Hesitantly, the head counsellor pulled himself up onto the top bunk.

"Personally, I think you should go out and tell them you're not dead and there is no need to start creating a shroud, but, as you don't seem so keen about doing that, you can stay here and have good chats with me." She flashed him a smile and blinked. "For one, Will," she laughed, waving a hand, "There is simply no need to look that concerned. Seriously. Being bi – or whatever you are – doesn't even matter. The only thing you should be worried about is me stealing your boyfriend. Because seriously, Will," she winked. "No one can resist me."

Will let out a tense laugh.

"But to be honest, Will, not being straight is probably the least weird thing to have to do with the gods. They were always going around, gallivanting with literally anyone. The only thing you shouldn't be sure about is that – why Di Angelo? The guy barely emerges from his cabin."

Will shrugged.

"So, Will?" she winked. "What do you identify as?" she paused. "Because I'm not just going to assume you're gay."

"Bi," Will answered hesitantly, heart racing in his chest, hands clenched in the sheets of Alex's bed.

"Okay." She picked up her pencil from where she'd set it down earlier and sketched another line, adding onto Nico's sword. "I'm pan, by the way." She paused. "Which is a totally valid sexuality, so you can shut up."

Will managed not to choke, his face red, heart calming. "I never said it wasn't."

"Good. Because otherwise I'd be forced to disown you." She checked her watch. "11:23." Alex gave him a pointed look. "I think you should go out there now. They've probably already begun planning your funeral and shroud."

"Yeah," Will mumbled.

He jumped to the floor and collected some clothes from a bag, ducking into the bathroom and slamming the door closed. He didn't glance at Alex as he slid down the door and places his head in his hands, thoughts overwhelming him, trapping him. They swirled, a hurricane of sentences and jumbled words, letters spinning through his brain, trying to form sentences and thoughts. He hardly felt the first tear slip through his eyelid, didn't know how long he stayed there, trying to calm his breathing and tell himself it was okay, she wouldn't tell anyone, he wouldn't be rejected. He knew- he knew he shouldn't worry, that sexualities hardly mattered with the gods, but everything was just so confusing. But he couldn't help it – the feeling was natural, and he panicked. Panicked, trying to even out his breathing and calm himself. At one point, he thought he heard Alex say that,

"It's okay, Will. As long as you don't try and steal whoever I end up dating."

But he couldn't respond, his back against the door, and the silence was all he needed to know that Alex had finally left, the quiet opening of a door the message he needed to know he was alone now, no one could hear him. He knew they cared, he knew it would be okay, but he couldn't make himself smile, and even after he calmed, so much later, and no one had come in, he didn't know how long he stayed there, staring blankly at the shower and thinking how he should have one. But he didn't, not until later when someone came banging on the door, yelling at him to hurry up, and through the constant noise in his ears, he couldn't recognise the voice, only checked to see if it was visible that he had cried, tidied himself up, and exited the bathroom after regaining his posture.

But he wasn't expecting the cabin to be full, to be surrounded by his siblings, and he swallowed, throwing his unused clothes back into his bag, then falling back onto his bed.

"Will?" Someone asked; it sounded like Kayla, but he couldn't bring himself to check, only to roll over and try to sleep.

BISEXUALITY IS VALID AND YOU ARE ALL BEAUTIFUL.

I didn't mean to end it that way. I was going to end it after their little conversation, but it didn't really turn out that way. Hoped you liked it anyway. And, if anyone says anything, which no one might, feeling that way after coming out isn't unrealistic – I based it off how I felt when I came out to a friend.