I am NOT Rick Riordan, thus I own none of his properties (or talent).

Learn To Love Again

The Return of the Violent

~3rd persons P.O.V.~

Frank's flight had been cancelled, due to the weather conditions of the landing site. Will was supposed to see him off. Now, the flight was hours away, and Percy decided to join the couple. He knew that Frank was going to be away for a longer time period than usual.

Jason offered to stay home for the day, and that they could spend the morning together as well.

Nico hated the thought of being a hindrance. He privately confronted Jason about it, telling him that he should go out with them, that he would be okay.

"It's alright, Nico." Jason smiled. "I don't mind. I could actually use a day of chillin' right about now."

Thus Nico consented.

It was eleven in the morning now, as they all left, Percy with tender goodbyes towards his lover. He made Nico promise to eat. The group was to grab lunch, then hang out before Frank's flight at 3:15, and because it is an unpredictable airline service, weren't expected home until 5:00 or 6:00.

Nico and Jason had a silent agreement not to bother each other in their lazy days. Nico went upstairs to his room. He was bundled in clothing, but still felt the absence of Percy's body heat. He huffed out his cheeks, powdered with a blush. He already missed him.

It was not long after that Nico went into the kitchen to fix his lunch. He heard a phone ring, but knew the tone was not the landline. It was Jason's cell.

He picked it up and spoke a soft hello. There was a pause, then, "What? Is he okay? . . . Oh, my God. . ."

Nico hurried into the room. Jason was pacing, head in his hand.

"What's wrong?" Nico asked quietly.

"Leo was with our friend Piper, and they got into a bad car accident. They're both in surgery." Jason looked horrified. He paused and listened into the phone. "They don't think Piper's gonna make it."

"Oh, God..."

"I-I'm sorry, I can't go down there."

Nico listened intently.

"I-I have this friend, he's s-sick, I need to make sure he's -"

"Go."

"Huh?" Jason glanced up at him, and Nico saw disarray. His entire demeanor had changed. Nico knew this feeling. He had once lost two of his closest friends in a car accident. And the thought of losing Percy...

"Go, Jason. I will be okay. He wouldn't try anything this early." Nico assured him.

Jason hesitated, then turned to the phone. "I will be there in twenty minutes." Then he hung up.

"Nico..."

"Don't say anything. You need to get ready; you have places to be."

Jason gave him a look of gratitude, before he went to his room. Nico went upstairs also, vowing to eat later.
Jason called out to him before leaving the house.

When Jason got there, a nurse named Emily told him of Piper's passing. Jason did well remaining calm, as he was not as close to Piper as Leo was. He asked to be filled in about the accident.

"Piper was driving. "Nurse Emily started. "They ran a red light and were hit on the driver's side with a Subaru. None of the other party needed special care. Scratches and the likes. Piper McLean came in unconscious, but the boy - Leo - was still very alert. He was practically shouting in pain, but was determined to tell a nurse that took him back that it was his fault. That he was looking for something and couldn't find it, that Piper tried to help. We had to put him under for surgery at that point."

"Jesus..." Jason wiped his face.

"I know this is hard. Piper's wounds were untreatable, though we tried our best. Leo's condition was just a few broken bones, internal bleeding, and a concussion. He should come out of this fine. The doctor will recommend him a therapist when he wakes up. Since he was so troubled by the event..."

At this point, Jason wasn't listening. He was too busy with the conflicting emotions of relief and sorrow.

Nico was soon a bit overwhelmed with the absence of things to do, and was making a list of hobbies that he would delve into that day.

But as he corrected his spelling, the door opened downstairs.

In came a man with heavy, uneven steps.

Drunken steps.

Jason had forgotten to lock the door in his rush. And Nico was now defenseless.

Luke came into the room shortly after the terror set in. Nico had only ever seen him this drunk when the last time he raped him was, before the woods. But it was enough against Nico.

"Luke, please." His voice shook so strongly he was amazed he could understand himself. "Don't do this. Not again." His entire being was shaking, almost unable to hold itself up.

Luke made eye contact, briefly. "I have a surprise for you." He growled.

Nico nearly dropped. A half-formed memory of hearing those words, then an empty bottle was being pushed into him, glass breaking under the pressure, and a pain incomparable springing through him. Nico came back with a jolt.

"Please!" He said, backing away further. But Luke's own advances where unhindered. He continued forward and grabbed Nico's hair, throwing him backwards onto the bed.

When Percy got home, he was instantly aware that something was wrong. Jason's car was gone, and the house was quiet.

He went up to his room before Will could notice that the atmosphere had shifted, and the sight that met him was wholly unwelcome.

Percy's first thought was that he was dead.

"Will!" He yelled loudly, hysterics quickly setting in. "Will!"

Will ran upstairs to the horrid sight, and all of his breath lost his body.

Nico was bound to the headboard by the wrists, lying on his stomach naked. His body was more marked with injuries than they have ever faced. Blood covered almost half of his skin; vomit covered the pillow under him; the mess against the covers was incomprehensible.

"Will, help him!" Percy had not calmed at all. He rushed forward, but moved ever so slow to touch Nico. His body was hot and tense, and flinched under his touch. Percy had never felt as relieved as that moment, when he knew that Nico was alive.

He quickly set to unbinding him, and Nico made a series of pained noises, assuring the men that he was both alive and conscious. His body was spazzing from stillness to sporadic shudders.

Once Nico's hands were free, he reached behind him, reaching for his own ass. That's when Percy saw the bright green object. That's when he heard the buzzing.

Once the toy was removed from Nico - with much crying and groaning - it was shut off and thrown into the trashcan.

Will moved in to help at this point, healing small, unnoticeable things. As the wounds removed themselves from the boy and printed themselves into Will, he hoped that is was aiding enough until he could get Percy out of there.

Just then, Jason came home.

His reaction was similar to the other household residents. But at this point, Nico was shuddering out dry sobs and exhaling cries of pain.

Percy turned on him instantly.

"Where the fuck were you?" His tone was low and serious, eyes wide. "Where the fuck were you?"

Jason quickly explained the tragedy that he had left for, the urgency of his leave, the encouragement to do so from Nico himself.

Percy was then fast to assure him that he wasn't at fault for that. He would've done the same. He was just so devastated.

"I understand." Jason said. "And that's why you should stay out of the room for a while. Look." Jason signaled at the water rising from everywhere. "You need to clean this up, while me and Will handle this. We will get you the moment he is stable."

"The hell you will." Percy objected. "That's my boyfriend. I need to make sure -"

"Percy, I get it, okay?" Jason looked at him with pain. "I get it. You don't want to feel helpless right now. That's your boyfriend, and you want to personally make sure he's okay. But you need to think about what your best part would be. That's staying out of the way, and cleaning up the water. Okay?"

"...Okay." Percy consented.

Will glanced behind him as the door re-opened.

"Is he busy?" He asked Jason.

"Yeah. You're good now." Jason assured the other blonde. "Do your thing, I got you."

"Thanks." Will said, already re-focused on Nico.

He was quick to heal his tortured entry, and well as the major broken bones. At that point, he fell back.

"I can't-" He rasped. "Shit shit, shit. . ."

"I understand." Jason said, picking him up swiftly. "I'll make sure you aren't seen."

And they weren't. Jason laid Will in his own bed, and returned to the room. He removed off of the bedding, and called Percy in.

"That was all Will could do for now. He is not in any pain, but make sure that he is comfortable. Clean him up, and don't put him back on the bed. I'll get some fresh bedding for you guys, but you need to move him to the living room tonight." Jason instructed the raven-haired man.

"Okay." Percy was quick to clean his lover, and they were soon bundled together in blankets in the living room. Nico had never held him so weakly, but also not as closely, as he was in that moment. And Percy could only do the same.

He was thinking about the horrors that would befall Luke as soon as Nico said he could inflict them.