A/N: This is my first fanfiction, I published.The idea of the story and the description of the house is from the fanfiction "Roads to Recovery" by shiiki. I dont own any of the characters. They belong to Rick Riordan.
The house was on a hill. It had a red-tilted Victorian roof, cream walls with Viriginia creepers winding up around glass windows that were nearly obscured by streaks of dirt; a messy garden surrounded by a low picket fence that might once have been white, but was now so covered with moss and lichen that it looked as alive as the plants in the overgrown garden.
In the kitchen of the house two people sat at a table, laden with trays full of burnt cookies. On the counter were dozens of sandwiches, shaped like monsters, some of them covered in green mold. The two people were a man and a woman. The man wore the uniform of a mailman and had a sad look in his eyes. As he talked to the woman, he hit the table with a short rod,a caduceus, with two snakes around it. The woman was old, had snow-white hair, that was growing in spiky patches, wore a blue aprom and a faint green smoke surrounded her.
"May, do you remember this one time, when he was thinking, every mortal, who wore a uniform, was me? You told me that he cried every time, when the men didnt recognize him." The man paused. "May? Are you awake?" She looked at him with a confused look. "Luke?", she asked hopefully. "Luke! You are home!" The man sighed sadly. "No, May. Its me. Do you recognize me?"
He was interrupted by a teenager, who came out of the shadows in the corner. The teenager wore black, a skinny jeans and a t-shirt with a skeletal winged horse on it, had black hair, olive skin and dark eyes. He seemed surprised by the presence of the man. "Lord Hermes? What are you doing here?" "I could ask you the same, Nico di Angelo. But I know the answer." He looked at May again. "How long were you visiting her?" "Since the Labyrinth. After I took Percy here before the battle of Manhattan, I came here whenever I had time." Hermes nodded. "She told me in a few of her sane episodes about the dark teenager, that came to her. You told her about Lukes death, right?"
Nico remembered the day, not long after the Second Titan War. He remembered telling May Castellan, that her son died a hero. He remembered her crying and he remembered her sinking again in confusion and calling him Luke again. "She has nobody to look after her, except us. No one else cares. And since you are a god and busy most of the time …" He shot Hermes an apologizing look. "Thank you, son of Hades. You seem to be good for her." "Yes. But her sane moments are as rare as before my visiting." "Maybe … maybe we could talk to Mr. D.? Maybe he and this boyfriend of yours, the son of Apollo, can help her?" "It is worth a chance.", agreed Nico. "I will meet you at the Big House tomorrow morning at 7." "Ill be there."
He sank into the shadows again, but Hermes stopped him. "Wait. Didnt you forget something?" He looked over to May again, who was making more sandwiches. Nico fell out of the shadows and smiled shortly. "Yes. It seems so." He walked over to the woman, who was preparing cookies and sandwiches for her dead son and still waiting for him to return home. Hermes smiled too as he looked at the teenager siting with May and talking with her. "Youre such a good boy, Luke. I told them, that …" Then he vanished in bright light. He had a camp director to talk to.
A/N:This chapter needs revision. Any help is welcome. I may change some things later, when I wrote the rest of what I envision for this story.