A/N This is pretty much just a filler chapter/ start of mini arc whilst I try and piece together my ideas for the main arc.

Everything has flipped to Nico's perspective, just to say.

Nico yawned, sat up, and stretched. A click of his fingers brought the skeletal hands on either side of each window to life; they pulled back the curtains to allow the sun to shine weakly in through the glass.

A glance at the tapestry of a man in a pot of boiling oil told him that it was just after six (the man rotated around the edge of the pot, much like the hour hand on a clock): much to early for anyone sane to be awake.

He climbed out of the queen size bed and went to the window to watch the sunrise. He was finding that he enjoyed watching the sunrise much more than he used to-do ever since last Thursday...

He blushed slightly at the memory. Then he felt irritated at himself for blushing. He blamed Will for it, of course. If Will didn't keep forcing him to eat breakfast as well as lunch and dinner, he could go on not-blushing the way he used to...

But maybe blushing was a fair price to pay for Will's affections...

I can't believe I just thought that, he thought.

He watched as a figure (he pretended he did not know that it was Will, but he did, really) left the Apollo cabin and walked towards the infirmary.

Morning shift.

Pulling on a pair of dark jeans, a black t-shirt with 'Wouldn't you like to see something strange?' and a picture of Zero on, and a new aviator jacket, he pushed open his door and stepped outside.

A barrel of bright pink paint fell straight down on top of him, drenching him in a hideously fluorescent shade, and ruining his jacket. From somewhere to his left came the sound of heavily stifled laughter.

"STOLLS!"

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Three hours later, Nico sat picking at a golden pastry in the infirmary, watching his boyfriend patch up the Stoll brothers.

"You gotta stop doing this, Nico. It wasn't a fair fight."

"Fou're felling me!" Added Connor, his split lip preventing him from speaking properly.

"It was two against one, Sunshine, and I didn't hurt them much- they're still walking, aren't they?"

It was true. The brothers did only have a few very minor injuries, and were probably already planning their next trick.

"You're fine. Shoo."

Will turned to look at Nico as the brothers vanished around the door.

"You still have some paint in your hair... no, not there, left a bit... oh, let me get it!"

He advanced and started bucking flakes of dried paint from Nico's dark head.

"Thanks, Sunshine. At least they didn't dye it properly like they did with Aprodite... Drew's hair is still slightly blue."

Will did not seem to be listening. "Mhmm, I've been thinking about that."

Nico choked. "You've been thinking about dying my hair blue?!"

The blond drew back, surprised. "No, of course not! I've been thinking about Sunshine, Death Boy."

"You've been thinking about... The sunshine? Isn't your dad god of the sun? And also bad poetry?" He smirked.

Will ignored the slight. "No, dummy. I've been thinking about your nickname for me. Now that Leo and Calypso are here, there are two Sunshines. Every time Leo calls her that, I turn around thinking you're the one talking."

"You think I sound like Leo? We've gotta do something!"

Will chuckled this time. "No, Death Boy, I need a new nickname! So you have to think of one." He flicked at a last bit of paint. "All gone."

"Thank Zeus. I can't go around with pink hair- it looks really stupid." An idea accrued to him. "Say, do you think the Aphrodite cabin wants revenge? Cause we can team up, I bet they have pink hair dye..."

Will rolled his eyes. "My nickname?"

"I'm thinking about it, Solace. Now, I'm going to see if they want to ally against Hermes for capture the flag. See you at lunch?"

He made to throw his uneaten croissant in the bin, but Will caught his arm. "Not until you eat that, Death Boy."

Really? Nico thought, but he ate it anyway.

Will hugged him and dropped a kiss on his forehead, then rushed off to check on Marcus, who had fallen off a pegasus earlier that day.

A new nickname, eh? Curse you, Valdez, for taking my nickname for your own...

The woods were a good place to think.

A/N Yes, that was a little plotless. But I need time to piece together my ideas! It's like building Sally from Nightmare Before Christmas- I have all the prices, but I still need to stitch them together... (that's where Nico's shirt comes from, BTW)

If anyone has any ideas for the nickname or for something they might want to see, do tell!

~Fi