A/N: Hey guys. Here's the next drabble. Sorry, I know I said I'd update weekly, and it's been... More than a week, but life decided to be stupid. I'll update again on Monday to make up for it.

Enjoy! Here's some really confusing, possibly AU Solangelo for you. Please review!

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO, but I own Sam, technically, I guess.

Sometimes, the shadows took over.

It had been three and a half weeks since Leo has appeared over Long Island Sound with Calypso and a flying dragon, a month and a half since the camps had signed an official tarty between the Greeks and the Romans, two months since life ar Camp Half-Blood had seemingly gone back to normal.

It had been two and a half months since Nico had willingly used his powers, and four says since his powers had used him, when the alarm went off in the Apollo Cabin at 5:54 AM, and Will a Solace awoke in a cold sweat, his heart clenched with fear.

"That Nico again?" his brother Sam asked from the bed next to Will's, without opening his eyes.

Will reached over him to turn the alarm off- they'd learned a month ago that when Nico was doing particularly badly, Will needed someone else to help him, and Sam was their second-best healer (they'd also learned that the only way to wake Sam up at 6 in the morning was to put the blaring alarm right next to his head), then started pulling clothes out of his drawer.

"I swear to the gods, if he did this willingly," Will grumbled in response.

Sam accepted that as an answer and groaned, forcing himself to wake up.

Ten minutes later, he regretted complaining.

For whatever reason, whether it was because he was a doctor and hated seeing people in pain, or because he was Nico's boyfriend and hated seeing Nico in pain, Will sighed in relief when he saw that the son of Hades was unconscious.

But that was as good as the situation got.

Nico di Angelo was hovering above his bed, cloaked in shadows to the point that, if Will hadn't known he was there, he wouldn't be able to see him. The shadows surrounding him were smoking slightly, as they always did, and Will had a strong feeling, based on past experience alone, that if he were to touch Nico, his hands would go right through.

Slowly, carefully, Sam and Will approached the son of Hades, pulling out their "shadow tools," as they'd come to be known. Will whispered comforting words to his boyfriend, knowing full well that Nico couldn't hear him, as Sam unscrewed the top off of the bottle of holy water and slowly started pouring it over Nico's prone form.

Will squeezed his eyes shut when Nico started screaming.

Sometimes, the shadows took over. Will just had to find a way to make them stop.

A/N: So yeah. I don't even know with that one... Please review?