Had a little bit of a harder time writing this one, so forgive if it's bad. Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT own Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus! My bro Rick does!


Will blushed even fiercer, but then he gave a toothy grin. His smile was blinding, like very the rays of sunlight that reflected off Apollo's cabin.

"Thanks Death Boy, see you in a few hours." Will said.

Nico nodded. "See you later Sunshine. . . ."

With that, Will started walking around the infirmary, caring for patients, smiling the whole way.

Nico smiled too—which was again, something he didn't do often—and slowly drifted off to sleep.

~ Ω ~

Nico dreamed.

That was no surprise to him, every demigod dreamed when they went to sleep—it was normal—but what surprised him was what he dreamt about. . . .

Will stood on the top of a huge stone column. Below the column was nothing but darkness and fog, swirling like a hurricane—and above wasn't much different.

Nico could hear screams and moans of agony below, the sound of souls being eternally tortured. He didn't recognize this place—so it wasn't anywhere in his father's Underworld. He felt something much , much darker and more . . . ancient, than his father.

He turned his attention back to Will who was facing the opposite direction, so all he could see was his wavy blonde hair.

"Nico di Angelo. . . ." A voice of pure evil—that literally sounded like thousands of screams combined—echoed throughout the dark chasm.

Nico reached for his sword, but found that it wasn't there. Still, he stood his ground. "Who the hell are you?"

A wave of laughter rippled through his body like ice shards. Searing pain shot through his entire body, into his very soul.

Nico was starting to get angry. He hated when primordial gods just decided to pop into his dreams and mess with him. The pain was unbearable, but he decided not to let that stop him from showing— whoever this god was—that he wasn't some spineless demigod. "Answer me! I am the son of Hades, I command you to answer me!"

The laughter intensified, then died down, leaving an eerie silence.

"I am nothing, but soonI will be everything. I am the void that will rip everything away from this world. I am older than Gaea, older than Ouranos, older that Tartarus, much older than your insignificant father. I am the great chasm that will swallow everything you love. . . . Including Will Solace."

Suddenly, Will turned around—his sky blue eyes dark and wide with terror. Nico gasped with horror as he looked down.

A black, Stygian Iron sword protruded from Will's chest. Blood spread across his orange Camp Half-Blood shirt and dripped down the blade, steaming as it hit the stone floor.

Nico opened his mouth to speak, but no words formed in his mind . . . because the one holding the sword—

Was him. . . .

Nico screamed, the void laughed, and everything faded to black.

~ Ω ~

Will fed a spoonful of nectar to the burly demigod on the bed. All day, he had been running back and forth. Feeding, bandaging, diaper changing (He didn't want to think much about that one), you name it, he did it. Frankly he was getting quite exhausted. . . .

The muscular demigod winked at him as Will fed him the last spoonful. "Hey Will, lookin' pretty cute in that scrub. Mind if I get a little smooch to help me feel better?"

Will rolled his eyes. That was another thing he got often . . . flirts.

"Sorry Marlon, but you know I don't roll like that." Will said.

Marlon huffed. "Oh yeah? I heard you singing over there to Death Boy. I don't understand what you see in him. He's scrawny as hell, he's pale, and he looks like he just rolled outta bed with that hairdo—"

Will shoved the spoon into Marlon's mouth and stared into his eyes with anger. "Don't fuck with Nico. I bet, he could take you down in a fight any day. Can you summon an army of dead people? No, you damn can't!"

Marlon's eyes widened. He spit out the spoon and shrugged . . . or at least, tried to. He lost both his arms in the battle with Gaea the day before. "Whatever you say man—and by the way, you're glowing."

Will let his glow fade. He did that sometimes—when he was angry. One of the advantages of being the son of Apollo, he got wear his emotions on his sleeve.

Honestly, he didn't know how he felt about Nico. He'd never been into a guy before . . . why now?

Will thought of his messy black hair and how it fell perfectly on face. It framed his chocolate brown eyes extremely well and complemented his olive skin. Sure he was scrawny, but Will bet that he would fit right into his arms. . . .

I should probably check up on him. Will thought.

He glanced over at Nico's bed and saw something he wasn't expecting to see. Nico was in the bed, shaking and vibrating uncontrollably.

"NICO!" Will cried.

Will ran over to the bed like a bolt of lightning, dodging everything from beds, to patients, to nurses.

When he arrived at the bed, he grabbed Nico's shoulders and started to shake the small demigod furiously, screaming at the top of his lungs. Tears flowed freely down his face as he tried to wake the shuddering boy.

Nico convulsed violently, making guttural noises as he shook. Foam frothed from his mouth and his muscles spasmed at random times. His eyes literally glowed black.

"Nico—I fucking swear Death Boy—if you don't cut this out I'm going to shove your own sword down your throat!" Will screamed. "Dammit, I said CUT IT OUT!"

Will stopped shaking the son of Hades and ran over to one of the medical tables. He grabbed a square of ambrosia and sprinted back over to the bed, shoving it into Nico's mouth.

One thing raced through Will Solace's mind . . . he couldn't lose that boy. He didn't know why, but he couldn't afford to lose him.

Nico's trembling immediately died down and the spasms subsided. His eyes returned to normal, as he slumped into the bed.

Will sobbed with relief as Kayla and Austin—his half-siblings—ran up to him.

"W—Will, what the hell happened?" Kayla stuttered, trying to catch her breath.

"I—I don't know!" Will stammered. "I just looked over here to check on him, and he was convulsing violently. I think it might have been a seizure . . . I don't know."

Nico suddenly gasped and sat up. He started breathing heavily as he grabbed his chest.

Will materialized next to him in the following instant, holding him in comfort.

"Nico, are you okay? What happened?" Will said, starting to cry again.

Nico's breathing mellowed out. "I—I'm fine. Just had a bad dream you know?"

"Hell yeah you had a bad dream! You were shaking nonstop, and your eyes glowed black, and . . . I thought you were going to die." Will said. He quickly dried his tears, hoping Nico hadn't seen them already.

The son of Hades looked up at him with those melting eyes. Will could feel his heart-rate quickening as he stared into them.

He could sense something though—in Nico's eyes. They almost looked . . . guilty.

Austin coughed. "Uh, so what are we going to do with him?"

Will was instantly transported back into reality as Nico broke their stare.

"I have to see Chiron. Now." Nico said. "Something is happening and it isn't good."

Nico tried to get up, but Will just pushed him back down. Nico looked up at the blonde and frowned. "What the fuck? I told you I need to go to Chiron!"

Will huffed. "You are staying right here under Kayla and Austin's supervision. After that episode, we need to keep an eye on you. I will go get Chiron. Doctor's orders!"

Nico opened his mouth to protest, but instead folded his arms and sulked. "Whatever . . . just hurry up! It's important!"

Will fought the urge to run his hand through Nico's hair and give him a hug. He looked so cute when he pouted. . . .

"Okay, okay, just stay here. I'll be back in a few minutes."

And with that, he left to go get the director.


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