Finally got this out.

Reviews:

Skiing-girl: Thanks a lot. I'm really sorry about the wait.

Sirius sat with his head in Travis' lap. The son of Hermes was running his fingers through Sirius' curly locks. Connor sat leaning against Travis' left side. Sirius was still slightly feverish from all the nectar and ambrosia he had taken in, so Lee Fletcher had ordered him to stay inside for the next couple days. Everything was happening in a blur to him.

Chris was gone. He had left sometime between Sirius arriving at the Jackson's apartment and Sirius arriving at camp. Chris had joined Luke, joined Kronos.

Luke.

Sirius could still see his face as he had been pushed over the edge of the cliff. Could still see the shock on the older boy's face as the blade pierced Sirius middle. Sirius bit his lip. He refused to cry for the traitor. He had looked up to Luke, and the older boy had betrayed the camp, betrayed Sirius. Every time Sirius thought about Luke, he wanted to cry.

"You should get some sleep, Sirius," Travis mumbled. He and Connor gingerly stood up so as not to disturb Sirius. "We'll be in the bunk next to yours if you need us." The two brothers moved in sync to the next bunk over. Travis laid down on the bottom bunk while Connor climbed to the top.

Sirius closed his eyes. He was in for another fitful night of sleep. Another night of nightmares. They had been coming nonstop since Luke had stabbed him with that blade. The cursed blade. Made of mortal steel and celestial bronze. No weapon was meant to look like that.

Sleep came easily enough. It always did. Sirius was constantly tired these days. He slept ten hours every night, at least. Yet, every morning when he woke up, Sirius felt even more tired than he had before he went to bed. Maybe this night would be his night.

The fire was pain unlike anything else. Sirius thrashed around in his chains. It was impossible to break free. He wished he could. Oh, how he wished he could. Luke was standing over him. The bronze and steel blade glinted over him , Sirius would give anything to get away from him. Green greek fire gave just enough light for Sirius to see the mad glint in Luke's gold eyes. Except, that wasn't right. Luke's eyes were blue. A chuckle, deeper than Luke's own, left the blond boy's lips. Sirius screamed as the sword pierced his stomach again.

Sirius was still screaming when he woke up with someone's arms around him. He struggled harder and harder as the man's grip, it was definitely a man's, grew tighter.

"Calm yourself, Sirius."

The deep voice instantly relaxed Sirius. It was both smoother and kinder than the laugh from his dream, though it was just as deep. Sirius rolled over and buried his face into the soft fabric covering his father's chest.

"Dad," he croaked out through harsh sobs. "Dad, it was so bad. It hurts."

"I know," Thanatos mumbled soothingly, running his fingers through his son's sweaty, knotted locks. "You're safe now. I've got you."

And for the next several minutes, Sirius clung to his father and cried.

When Sirius was done crying, he wiped his eyes and looked up at his father. Thanatos looked back at his son with worry. He stroked the back of his hand over Sirius' flushed face.

"You are warm," he said.

Sirius' face grew darker red. "It was just a bad dream. I'm sorry. Did you need something?"

"You have nothing to be sorry for," Thanatos said. He shifted so he was sitting with Sirius curled into his side. "As a matter of fact, I did come to ask you for a favor, but you were having a bad dream, and I feel that is much more important. I shall talk to your uncle and tell him to tell his son to stop bothering you."

"Dad," Sirius groaned. "I'm fine. It was just this one time." Thanatos gave Sirius a look, but the demigod didn't back down. "What did you need from me?"

Thanatos still looked worriedly at his son, but he sat straighter at the mention of his reason for coming. "It's more of a favor for Lord Hades, really," he said. "As I'm sure you are aware, Nico di Angelo, Hades' son, has gone missing from the camp. Lord Hades has had a disc commissioned that will allow whoever is in possession of the disc to see anywhere the shadows touch. The catch is Lady Hecate made it, so it runs off magic."

"So you need a wizard?" Sirius asked. He sat up on his bed and brought his arms around his knees, pulling them to his chest.

"We might," Thanatos said, nodding his head. He sat up as well, leaning back against Sirius' headboard.

Sirius laughed slightly to himself. "I'll do it. I would've done even if you didn't specifically need a wizard."

"Thank you, Sirius," Thanatos said. He snapped his fingers and an onyx disc appeared on Sirius' lap, about half a foot in diameter. An inch-wide silver rim went around the edges with 'Αφήστε τα σκιές καθοδηγήσει το δρόμο σας. Αφήστε το σκοτάδι σας φέρει στο σπίτι.'

"Afíste ta skiés kathodigísei to drómo sas. Afíste to skotádi sas férei sto spíti," Sirius mumbled under his breath. He looked to his father. "Hecate's got a flare for drama, huh. 'Let the shadows guide your way. Let the darkness bring you home.'"

"Is that what it says?" Thanatos asked. He chuckled lowly. "She always has been the dramatic one."

"Right," Sirius said. "So how does this work?"

"Just put your hand on it, I think," Thanatos said.

"You think?" Sirius turned to face his father with his eyes wide. "You mean you don't know?"

"I'm not a wizard." Thanatos shrugged and looked down at the disc. "I do not know the specifics."

Sirius looked back at the disc in his lap. He took his hand and placed it on the center of the disc. For a second, nothing happened, but then a soft wave of darkness ran over the disc and an image appeared.

Nico was standing between two steel walls that appeared to go on for miles. A shimmery form was standing next to him. Sirius instantly recognized the being as a ghost. Nico was speaking to the ghost. Sirius could just barely hear the whispers in his head, though he couldn't quite make out what was being said. Nico nodded once to the ghost and started walking down the long corridor.

"He's in a hallway made of steel," Sirius said aloud. "There was a ghost with him. They were speaking, then Nico turned and walked down the hallway."

"It is as we feared then," Thanatos muttered to himself. "He is in the Labyrinth. I must go and speak with Hades. Good bye, Sirius." Thanatos melted into the shadows of Sirius' room.

"Wait, Dad!" Sirius shouted, but the god was already gone. Sirius groaned and fell back onto his bed. He threw an arm over his face. "Great."