Apparently you guys liked that last chapter as much as I did! Thank you all so much for the positive responses!

Also, I'm re-reading the original Percy Jackson books because I haven't read them in 6-7 years, and I realize that I totally wrote that Castor was alive in the Trying New Things chapter when he actually died in the Battle of the Labyrinth. Whoopsies. It's not that big a deal though, so I won't bother going back and editing it.

Anyway, in this chapter, Will and Nico are not yet together, but are mega flirting it up (which is always a fun time).

Disclaimer: All characters and places relating to the Percy Jackson and the Olympians/Heroes of Olympus series belong to Rick Riordan.

Will smiled at the kid sitting in front of him. "There ya go. All better!" The kid, a ten year old boy from the Hermes cabin, peered at his healed arm, which had sported a gross-looking burn ten minutes ago. "You gotta be careful with those climbing walls. That lava is very tricky to avoid."

The kid nodded and thanked Will before exiting the infirmary. Just as he passed through the door, two other people walked in, and Will beamed (perhaps a little too brightly) when he saw that one of those people was a certain son of Hades.

"Special delivery," Nico said, gesturing to the Lou Ellen, who stood beside him with an ice pack over her eye.

Will sighed. "What did you do now, Lou?"

"I won a bet." Lou Ellen planted herself down on one of the beds.

"You won?"

"Some victories come with a price," she answered matter-of-factly.

Will looked at Nico for clarification. "She bet Cecil that she was better at breakdancing than he was."

The son of Apollo looked back at Lou Ellen. "He kicked you in the face, didn't he?"

She lowered the ice pack, revealing a red mark around her eye. "Yep."

"So where is Cecil?" Will asked as he shined a small light into her eye.

"He ran," Lou Ellen replied with a smirk. "And rightly so. Nico was nice enough escort me to you, but I know it's only because he secretly enjoys it here."

"You know I can hear you!" Nico said from the corner of the room. Lou Ellen gave him a knowing grin, and Will noticed his pale face gain a slight tint of pink.

"Death Boy, don't deny that you love hanging out with me!" Will's stomach fluttered when Nico's face turned pinker still. The son of Hades remained silent. "Anyway, Lou, I don't think you've suffered any real damage, except for the bruise that's beginning to form. Bruises are tough to deal with since they're under the skin, but I can try to minimize it."

Lou Ellen shook her head. "Nah, let it be. I want Cecil to be reminded every day until it heals that he is not, nor will he ever be, safe from my revenge." She cracked her knuckles loudly.

Will took a step back. "Okay, just don't kick him in the face. He's a lot more fragile than you are." The daughter of Hecate scoffed. "I do want to keep you here for the night to be absolutely positive that you don't have a concussion."

Lou Ellen shrugged and leaned back on the bed. Out of the corner of his eye, Will caught sight of Nico disappearing into the next room.

"Hey Kayla, keep an eye on her for me, will you?"

His sister nodded, and Will followed Nico's path. When he entered the room, he saw Nico sitting on the edge of a counter, swinging his legs back and forth.

"You didn't deny it."

Nico looked up. "Huh?"

Will leaned against the doorframe. "You didn't deny that you love hanging out with me."

"Eh, you don't totally suck."

The son of Apollo dramatically placed his hand over his heart. "Aw, di Angelo, I'm touched."

Nico attempted to playfully kick him, but Will was too far from his reach.

"Nice try," Will laughed. "So are you gonna stick around and help me?"

"And do what exactly?" Nico fiddled with the hem of his shirt. "I'm not much help around here since, you know," he pointed at himself, "Death Boy."

Will clapped his hand on Nico's shoulder. "Are you kidding me? Who else is better suited to clean out the skeletons in our closet?" Nico just stared at him as the blond boy smiled.

"You have a sick sense of humor, Solace."

"Hey, at least I have a sense of humor."

Nico rolled his eyes, but Will could see a trace of amusement on his face.

"In all seriousness though," Will continued, "You could organize this medicine cabinet." He walked towards the cabinet in the corner of the room and opened it. "With the two wars and everything, it's gotten a little chaotic."

Nico looked inside at the plethora of bottles in a variety of shapes and sizes. "Damn, what is all this stuff?"

"Mostly Ancient Greek herbal concoctions and healing salves created by Asclepius himself and—DO NOT DROP THAT!"

Nico froze. He had accidentally knocked a red bottle the size of his hand off one of the shelves but managed to catch it before it hit the ground.

"Sorry, but if you drop that," Will warned, "You'll have a ton of girls on your bad side."

"Why, what's it for?" Nico peered at the bottle.

"Menstrual cramps."

"Oh." Nico's cheeks matched the color of the bottle as he carefully replaced it on the shelf. "Maybe I'm not the best person for this. I should probably just go."

He made his way towards the doorway, but Will grabbed him by the hand and yanked him back just as he passed into the first room, causing Nico to lose his footing and stumble right into the other boy's chest. Will gripped him tightly by the shoulders, and Nico thought the son of Apollo was going to scold him. Instead Will's soft blue eyes met Nico's dark eyes.

"Please don't go," Will said softly. Nico attempted to form a complete response, but he was incredibly aware of the mere eight inches between their faces.

"Um, Will?" The two boys looked at Lou Ellen, who was pointing at two new visitors. Nico's face turned a brighter shade of crimson, if possible, when he saw Piper and Jason standing there. The right side of Jason's face was all bloody, but they both seemed focused on the sight before them.

Piper attempted to suppress a smile. "Are we interrupting something?"

"No!" Nico responded a little too quickly.

Will, however, didn't appear embarrassed at all as he let go of Nico's shoulders and transitioned into doctor mode. "Nico, go get a rag from that cabinet over there and run it under warm water."

As Nico obliged, Will led Jason to the nearest bed. Blood was oozing from his cheek, and his skin seemed to get paler by the second.

"What happened?"

"I was working on a shrine to Eris," Jason began. Nico returned with the wet rag, and Will started to dab his cheek.

"Can you get another rag and this time wet it with cold water? Jason, continue if you can."

Jason grimaced. "I was just working on the shrine, and I got hit…" He trailed off in embarrassment.

Will looked at Piper. "With what?"

"He got whacked in the face with a brick."

"Again?" Nico asked, somewhat amused, as he handed the cold rag to Will.

Jason glared at him. "It's not funny! It came out of nowhere, literally!"

Will placed the cold rag on Jason's forehead as he continued to clean the wound. "Nico, can you make sure that rag doesn't fall? So Jason, you pissed off Eris."

"I guess she didn't agree with my design plans."

Nico stood by Jason's side with his hand on the rag. "She really lives up to her role as the goddess of discord."

Jason nodded his head the best he could. "But I'm fine though."

Will set down the warm rag. "You've lost a lot of blood in your face already." He held his palm over the bloody wound and muttered in Ancient Greek. After about thirty seconds, Will took away his hand, revealing a faded scar.

"Is he going to live, Doc?" Nico questioned in mock seriousness.

"I think he'll be okay." Will stood up. "Although you may want to sit here for a bit. You look like you're going to vomit."

"No, I'm good to go," Jason tried to stand, but immediately sat back down. His face turned a sickly shade of green. "Or maybe I'll just wait."

An hour later, after Jason's nausea wore off, Piper walked with him back to his cabin to clean up.

"Thanks for the help, Death Boy," Will said with a smile as he and Nico cleaned the dirty rags.

Nico stared at the rag in his hand. "I didn't really do much."

Will nudged his arm against Nico's. "You're wrong. I couldn't have gotten those rags, tried to stop the bleeding on Jason's face, and prevented him from passing out or vomiting, which he was very close to doing, by myself. It was nice to simply have an extra pair of hands. I could use you more often."

The son of Hades began to protest, but one look into Will's eyes stopped him. "You really want me here more?"

Will smiled at Nico. "Yeah! I mean, you don't totally suck." That comment earned Will a slap in the arm with a bloody rag.

A/N: So I had a request to include the more mature side of them like in the last chapter, and I have a few ideas that would involve more maturity (I guess?), but just a fair warning, I'm super duper awkward. I'll try to make some chapters more mature (not like rated M level), but I don't know how cringe-worthy it's gonna turn out. Um yeah, stay tuned for that!