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Percy was a deep sleeper. So he couldn't be blamed when he didn't here Nico at first. The young boy had decided that he wanted to be in Manhattan that night and Percy had come home to find him asleep in the cot he had in his room for just this occasion. Anyway…. Stupid ADHD, Percy refused to accept blame for not hearing him. Though he still felt guilty about it.

When he did wake up he had found Nico writhing in his blankets, face dead white.

" Όχι, όχι! Δεν πάνε εκεί! θα πεθάνετε! ΟΧΙ! ΠΑΡΑΚΑΛΟΥΜΕ BIANCA θα πεθάνετε! ΠΑΡΑΚΑΛΩ! Παραμονή με με! Σας χρειάζομαι! ΟΧΙ!"* He was speaking in ancient Greek, resorting to their natural language in his distress. What Percy understood make his blood run cold.

Percy leapt out of bed and sprinted over to Nico. He grabbed him by the shoulders and roughly shook him. No time to be gentle. Nico's eyes flew open, and upon alighting on Percy's worried face threw his arms around his neck. Startled Percy sat down heavily on the cot. He could feel Nico's body shake with sobs and his shirt start to get damp.

He stroked his hair and moved his hand in soothing circles on his back. Sometimes with the way Nico acted it was hard to remember that he was only twelve. He had been forced to grow up thanks to Hades…. and Bianca's death.

Percy sighed. Nico shouldn't be having this particular nightmare. He hadn't been there. But when did that ever stop demigod dreams. That scene was something that he wished Nico could have never seen. Percy knew of course that he had probably seen worse in the Fields of Punishment. But this was something personal, something that would probably scar Nico for life.

Slowly Nico's sobs quieted and he pulled away from Percy's chest. Both his face and his eyes were red and not just from the tears. Percy ran a calming hand through Nico's hair and his whole body lent into the touch. He repeated this motion until Nico spoke.

" D-d-d-id you e-e-e-e-ever find her b-b-b-b-body?" he choked on the last word. Percy's eyes widened and a strange look came over his face.

"No. We never did." He whispered back. Here Nico sighed with relief. He let his body crash against Percy's chest again, he took comfort in its size. It felt good to know that Percy was bigger than him, he could protect him. But he couldn't get his sister body out of his mind.

Mangled and twisted beyond recognition, with burns covering a good portion of her body. Her hair splayed out. He shook his head trying to vanquish the images. It wasn't working. He needed something to get his mind off his dead sister.

Just thinking that sent him into another round of sobs. It took another fifteen minutes for Percy to calm him down. Thankfully Percy didn't ask what the dream had been on. He had enough dream, Nico was sure, to know that you couldn't always say them out loud. They were just to terrifying or sacred.

Nico glanced at the clock on the wall. Almost breakfast time. Glad that he didn't need to go to bed again and try to force himself to sleep, he separated himself from Percy's chest and stepped off the cot. Here Percy, seeing the hunger on his face smirked impishly.

" I call the blue pancakes!" he yelled and jumping up raced toward the door. And for once Nico enjoyed Percy's inability to concentrate. He could get on with his life now. He had gotten on with his life.

All done! Here is the translation. *No, No! don't go in there! you will die! NO! PLEASE BIANCA YOU WILL DIE! PLEASE! STAY WITH ME! I NEED YOU! NO!* cheerful stuff right? Alright REVIEW. Totallyawesome out.