AN: Frazel! Yay!

CanwejustTALKaboutbooks: Frazel, Hazel has a mental breakdown about her past, and Nico is not there to help her, so Frank wings it and attempts to make her feel better, but becomes really awkward, but of course, IS ADORABLE WITH FRAZEL. ends up with Hazel laughing at him (in a cute way) and them just being cute

Hopefully this is what you wanted.

Frank couldn't sleep.

He was usually out cold whenever it was his turn to sleep, but this time he couldn't.

Maybe it was because Piper forced Leo to get some rest and a war-crazy satyr was behind the wheel of the Argo II. Frank never could completely trust Coach Hedge's driving (mainly because he could decide to bomb an army base on a whim), but with Annabeth in Tartarus, there was no one else who knew how to steer.

A gloomy cloud cast over him at the thought of his lost (possibly dead) friend, and Frank scowled down at his mac 'n' cheese. (He stress-ate cheese, okay?) Horrible musings filled his mind.

You should have done something, said a voice that sounded like his grandmother. If you would've just turned into a dragon and flew down there, then you could have saved them.

He knew what Nico had said about the pull, but Frank couldn't help that he could have done something.

Hazel had been so crushed. She had hid her face in his shirt for an hour. It broke his heard to hear her muffled sobs. Frank felt bad about not comforting her, but he had been busy burying his own tears in her curly hair.

Everyone else had been sad, too, of course.

Gleason had muttered something how since he couldn't take care of these kids, how was he supposed to care for one of his own? (Frank didn't get what he meant.) Piper had chanted "No tears. No tears," in charmspeak to herself.

For the few days they had been traveling, Leo and Frank had scrambled to split up Annabeth's role between them, but it was hard. Jason, too, had to cover Percy's position as a major powerhouse.

But they ("they" meaning everyone besides Frank) most likely didn't realize that they were pressuring Hazel to pick up some of the child of the Big Three slack. Technically, she was a child of the Big Three, too.

It was really beating down on the poor girl. It was beating down on everyone, too, but Frank was mostly worried about Hazel. She'd already been through so much in her short years of living. Frank just wanted to wrap her up in a sweater and store her away some place where Gaea could never touch her.

That was absurd, of course. They needed Hazel, and she wanted to help. She was one of The Seven, but Frank would never stop wanting to shield her away from all harm.

Faintly, he heard Piper and Jason start up a conversation above deck, and he wondered how long he'd sat there, in the mess hall, staring at his cheesy pasta like it held the secrets of the universe.

Picking up his plate, Frank dragged his feet out of the mess hall and into the real hall, scooping spoonsful of his mac 'n' cheese as he went. Might as well go to his room and try to get some rest.

He passed by cabins until he got to his. He reached for the doorknob, but then he heard a moan of anguish across the hall and three doors down.

Hazel's room.

All thoughts of going to bed fled Frank's mind, replaced by worry for his girlfriend. Stumbling down the hall, he fumbled with her doorknob until he opened it. Coach Hedge would probably kill him for sneaking into her room this late, but he needed to make sure she was okay.

No, not just okay.

That she was safe.

Hazel was stretched out across her bead, shivering violently. Her forehead was beaded with sweat, her face twisted with distress, and she mumbled to herself, "No. No, please, go away. Go away!" Her voice broke off with a sob. Tears slipped past her closed eyelids and streamed down her cheeks.

"Hazel!" Frank exclaimed. He was at her side, shaking her shoulder. "Hazel! Hazel, wake up. It's just a dream. It's not real!"

Her eyes flew open, and she shot up, gasping for breath. She looked panicked for moment before finding her boyfriend. "Frank," she sobbed, and threw herself into his arms.

He wrapped his arms around her, murmuring soothing things into her ear as she cried into his shoulder. "It was just a dream," he whispered. "I promise."

"No, it wasn't!" Hazel insisted. "The-The Voice was there, and she-she grabbed me, Frank!" She sobbed again. "She grabbed me."

The Voice.

Frank searched his mind. That was what she called Gaea, right? When she possessed her mother.

So that was a nightmare about Hazel's past. Frank began to panic. He had no idea how to calm her when she dreamed about her past. Sure, he knew all about it, but she hadn't had a blackout since she shared one with him. The only time after that was when she intentionally triggered it.

He could go get Nico. The guy had been dealing with Hazel's blackouts since before Frank had met them.

But…no. Nico could barely take care of himself these days. There was no chance for him to handle taking on Hazel's baggage, too.

So, Frank just rubbed Hazel's back and tried to get her to calm down.

It worked. It got to the point where Hazel was just sniffling against his shirt.

Wait…No. She was sniffling against his chest; his bare chest. Frank hadn't had too many shirts to spare to use as night shirts, so he just stopped wearing them when he went to bed.

"Oh gods!" Hazel apparently just had the same realization as he did, because she pulled back quickly. "Oh gods, I'm sorry, Frank!" She fanned her flushed face.

"I'm sorry!" Frank yelped at the same time, jumping back. He tripped and landed on his rear. "I didn't mean–I just–You were having a nightmare and–I'm sorry!" he squeaked again.

They stammered, stumbling over their words as they both hurried out apologies.

Finally, Hazel sighed, breaking the trend. "Thank you, Frank," she said quietly. "For…waking me up from my nightmare."

"Of-of course! Any time!" he exclaimed, then cringed. "I mean, I'm not wishing more nightmares on you! I just–"

He cut off when Hazel started laughing. "I–what?" he asked, not exactly catching up yet. For some reason, his red face made it harder to concentrate.

"Just…look at us." She smiled. She didn't have to elaborate.

Frank cracked his own grin and let out a slightly uneasy chuckle. "We are pretty ridiculous," he admitted, his smile becoming wider when he locked eyes with Hazel through the darkness.

They both burst out in giggles, because it is ridiculous. If a shirtless Jason had woken up Piper from a nightmare, they most likely would have played it off cooler.

"Can you turn on the light, please, Frank?" Hazel asked once she recovered from their giggle fit.

"Sure." Frank pulled himself up from the floor, stumbling on his feet a little, and flicked the light switch.

Hazel smiled at him, and she was beautiful. There was tear stains on her face, her eyes were red, she was covered in sweat, and she was so beautiful to Frank that it made his heart expand, like he was trying to make more room to save this perfect image.

She patted the spot next to her, and scooted over to make more room for him on her bed. Their eyes flutter around the room, looking anywhere but each other's blushing face, but their hands are curled together, and that makes his heart expand even more.

Her golden eyes land on her doorway, and they widened in surprise. "Is that…mac 'n' cheese on the floor?" she asked slowly.

He looked where she was, and he realized that, in the rush to open her door, his plate had slipped from his hand.

"I…uh…No…?" he said, unconvincingly.

"Frank!" she scolded, smacking his arm. "You know better to eat cheese!" He gave her a sheepish look and a "can't help that I'm clumsy" shrug.

Her stern look wavered into a grin. "You spilled mac 'n' cheese on my door," she said, giggles breaking through the sentence.

He smiled softly back. "Well," he drawled out, "I didn't spill it. I…threw it at an enemy. Protecting you."

"Really?" Hazel said.

"Yep."

"My hero." She planted a kiss on his cheek before falling into another laughing fit because of his adorkable clumsiness.

Frank wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close.

He might not have been able to keep her from all danger, but keeping her smiling was just as good.

AN: Hopefully that was what you were expecting, CanwejustTALKaboutbooks. It was extremely fun to write.

I hope you all enjoyed, and that everything was alright. If not, please let me know, and let me know what exactly I did wrong instead of just a vague statement.