Title: Promises

Pairing: Percy/Nico

Disclaimer: I do NOT own any Percy Jackson characters, they all belong to Rick Riordon.

Warnings: boyXboy drug abuse (mentioned)

A/N: Sorry for all the mitakes you find :)

Also if anyone wants to be my beta and beta this, I'll be more than grateful!

Chapter one

It wasn't Daryl who had called my name that day. It turned out that it was one Perseus Jackson. Daryl was nowhere in sight when Percy had found me supposedly. I had been taken to a local hospital in Slovakia, forgoing any nectar and ambrosia. My condition was too critical for the quick fix, and they didn't want to take any chances that what they had done to me would react badly with the gods' food. They also wanted a professional to tell them what exactly had been done.

"You were detoxed. They...had you on-they doped you up with heroin so you couldn't fight back or use your abilities." Percy reluctantly told me after I nagged for half an hour. "The doctors don't know why, but your immune system was attacking you from the inside. They were attacking everything and...a-and we were so close t-to...t-to losing y-you Nico." He was in the verge of tears and I let him go when he excused himself from the room.

It had been 2 weeks since the rescue and a week since I had woken up. Three days ago I was labeled stable enough to transfer to a hospital back in the states in New York. My doctors, who were demigods, kept an eye out for anything that could have been done to me seeing that all the test taken have come back negative. They were also watching for withdrawals from the detoxification.

Percy visited me every chance he could, which wasn't much due to everything that's going on within his life. Annabeth came once or twice, always accompanied by Percy. The other person who came nearly as much as Percy was Chiron. As a demigod and an occasional guest in the Hades cabin, I was sort of his responsibility. That and his atrocious need-to-know personality keep him returning to my bedside. I hated his 'business' visits. Today seemed to be one of them, I thought ruefully as he entered the white room.

"Good morning, Nico. How are you feeling?" He was in his wheelchair disguise.

"Chiron." I nodded in greeting. "I'm feeling okay. Food still sucks."

He hummed in agreement and smiled sympathetically. He wheeled himself over to the bed, waving a hand in the air to dismiss the nurse and close the door. This meant that what he came here for dealt with demigod business. Joy.

"That's good to hear, my boy. Doctors told me that you seem to be doing better with no signs of withdrawal. Your injuries have also healed splendidly with no mishaps." I once again nodded my head. What was he getting at by telling me things I already know? Chiron seemed to catch my question as he started again.

"With that, the reason I came here for is information. Have you remembered anything?"

He was talking about my time with the sick fuck who kept me drugged to do who knows what to me. I told him the last two times he had confronted me with questions, that no, I don't remember my stay in Slovakia. Everything was one big ball of blur, sounds, pleasure (I make sure not to mention this) and pain. That was all. Though for some reason I kept the knowledge of Art and Kali a secret as well as what they all had called me: D.E.E.N.A9772. I just couldn't bring myself to divulge that information.

And I think that somehow, Chiron knows this as well.

"Try to remember, Nico. Anything. Anything at all will be great help."

"I told you everything I can remember. I was drugged, I didn't even know up from down." His face grew lines of frustration from my answer. "Look, all I know is that I saw a blurred out ceiling, heard a dull buzzing noise, and smelled a lot a blood."

The centaur sighed. It wasn't what he wanted to hear but he was getting nowhere. So he bid his good bye, told me to call him if I do manage to remember anything else, and left. The nurse that had let him in smiled impishly at me, just standing there at the door like she knew what had happened. I glared at her in return, smirking when she scrambled out of the room.

I was alone now, and tired. Percy wasn't coming today and I doubt Annabeth would visit me by herself. So wrapping myself up in a cocoon of blankets, I drifted off to sleep.

I woke up drenched in sweat, gasping for breath. It was a nightmare, but I couldn't remember it. Frowning, I glanced at the clock groaning when I read the small neon green numbers; 3:27 am. Great. I shoved the blankets away from me, and made it to the bathroom for a shower. I know it's late, but I don't like the feeling of cooled sweat.

The knobs were twisted to warm and I undressed as the water heated up. When it was to my liking I entered the spray, relishing the way the warmth from the water was soaked into my body. What was going to happen now? What was going to happen now that I was back? Doctors don't have a clue what they did to me, and neither do I. The blood I smelt was most definitely mine as I didn't see or hear anyone imprisoned in the room with me. Art and Kali would have spoken about them.

My hands wandered gently down my body, feeling the almost healed wounds. I was tortured, but I don't remember any of it. Perhaps it was a good thing I don't. Would everything go back to the way it was before all this happened? Campers going back to completing quests and training with councilors, while others (if it was that time again) going back to school in whatever state their family had enrolled them at.

I would probably go to the underworld first. Confront Hades about everything that had happened. After that I don't know what I'd do. I wonder if Chiron would allow me to go on a quest, or Hades if he has work for me. With all the bed rest and doing nothing, I was bored out of my mind. Sitting still for more than I have to will murder me. Either way, I'll go find something of interest if they both turn me down.

I finished showering; putting on some clean clothes Percy was kind enough to bring me. I think after hearing me complain about the paper gown, he grew annoyed enough to shut me up. I was grateful that he did.

It was 4 already. It wouldn't be long till the morning shifts would start. Having nothing better to do, I tried to fall back asleep.

"Ugh! This fucking sucks!" I growled, trying once more to command the shadows.

I've been sitting on the roof in the shaded area, wondering if I could shadow travel somewhere, anywhere, just to get away from this hospital. Percy had said that they had me on heroin to distract me from escaping, and now that it's out of my system, I could shadow travel, right? Wrong. The shadows were not obeying the commands I gave them. I stayed firmly planted on the roof. They wouldn't even move.

Sighing in frustration, I leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes. Better enjoy this nice day outside before I'm forced back into my room.

"Hey Nico! You up here man?" Percy's voice floated on the wind. I remained silent in hopes that he would leave without noticing me. "Nico?" His footsteps sounded, coming closer to the spot I was at.

'Go away, go away, go away...' I chanted in my mind, hoping to steer him away.

"There you are!" He smiled that brilliant smile of his. "I was looking all over for you! Nurse said you haven't been in your room all day and couldn't find you."

"Ah." The son of Poseidon sat down next to me, his smile never leaving his face. "How'd you figure I was up here?"

He shrugged. "It's where I would have gone to. So what are you up to?"

I copied his shrug, debating whether or not I should tell him the truth. There was a possibility he would rat me out to the nurse or, more horribly, Chiron. But then, it was him or Chiron, and I would choose Percy anytime over the centaur.

"I was trying to shadow travel."

"Did you?"

"Unfortunately, no. I did not. I can't even move the shadows." Green eyes flooded with concern.

"It could be a temporary effect of whatever they did to you. I'm sure you'll be shadow traveling soon." Percy's smile was small compared to earlier.

I don't blame him for doubting. Even I doubt that, that's what the problem is. I didn't even bother telling him about all the other things wrong with me. I couldn't feel people dying. I always feel people dying, wherever I went. This freaked me out; I was at a hospital for Pete's sake! I mean, sure I wasn't aware I had powers for twelve years of my life, but now after knowing...it felt like I lost half of myself. Like my soul was ripped to pieces and the holes missing were my powers.

The thing that struck me the most, that I wouldn't let it show on my face, was the panic of becoming normal again and being weak and helpless.

Looking at Percy's reassuring smile again, I couldn't help but latch onto his faith that everything is okay. That everything was going to be just okay.