So this was originally going to be a one-shot but I decided to post a second chapter. It is Nico's reaction when he finds Percy at Camp Jupiter. I will hopefully have the third and final chapter posted in the next few hours.

Important thing to note... This will be yaoi (boy-boy). Don't like? You do not have to read.

Disclaimer- I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians or the Heroes of Olympus series. (One can dream though) All rights go to the proper parties.

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Nico POV

It had been eight months since I had stayed at camp for more than a few hours at a time. Eight months since anyone had heard a whisper of where Percy was. Eight months since I had last spoken to him...

I tried not to think about what might have made him leave; if I did I was overcome with a sense of shame.

I regretted my words more than ever. For the first few weeks I thought that he might be mad at me and that he would return when he cooled down. But weeks turned into months and no one, not even his mom or Annabeth, knew where he went.

Camp half blood had sent out search parties. I was never asked to help with those but I searched on my own anyway. I needed to find him, to tell him that I was sorry. I searched the country for any hint of the missing son of Poseidon without any success.

What was even worse was that the gods had pulled away without warning or reason. We wanted to ask Apollo if he had seen him but they had shut Mount Olympus. We weren't even sure if our prayers were getting through.

My only consolation was that he was alive. I would have known if he wasn't. I was so in tune with his soul that I would know immediately if something had happened to him.

However rather than make me feel relieved, it made me even more nervous. There was no way that Percy would willingly disappear for so long without a word. What creature was so powerful that they could hold the son of the sea god for eight months? The only beings I knew who were strong enough would be the gods themselves. But Percy was the hero of Olympus, why would they want to kidnap him?

I tried to distract myself but all I could see was the pain in his eyes the last time we had spoken. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I lay back on the ground and tried to get some sleep. My dreams lately had been full of visions. Visions of death chained.

My father hadn't confirmed it to me but he didn't have to. The doors of death were open and souls were no longer being held in the underworld. It was how I had gotten my sister out.

I frowned and opened my eyes. I had gone to the underworld back in September, before Percy had disappeared, in order to bring back Bianca only to find that she had chosen to be reborn. I was walking through the fields of Asphodel when I sensed a spirit that stood out. I followed the feeling to a young girl. She was standing beside a white poplar tree.

I instantly knew that she was a daughter of the underworld. I had made a quick decision and decided that, even if I couldn't bring Bianca back, I would save the young girl. I explained to her who I was and what she was. I offered her a second chase to earn Elysium and she agreed.

I had brought her to Camp Jupiter. My father had told me about it last summer; it was a camp for the children of their Roman alter-egos. I was told that I couldn't tell anyone but that I would need to know about it one day soon. I had yet to figure out why Hades had shown it to me. I sighed and glared at the stars. Just another secret...

I was so tired of lying to the world. Just once I wished that I could be honest, that I didn't have to lie. I rolled onto my side and stared into the flame of my campfire. I was currently searching for Percy in Ohio. Why Ohio? Because it was just as likely as anywhere else that I had already searched without luck.

I was getting desperate. I had searched the country; I had been to every state in the continental United States and even into the southern parts of Canada, all with no luck. It was like searching for a needle in the middle of a wheat field...

I curdled into my sleeping bag and reached out with my mind to try and trace Percy's spirit. I had tried it several times a day since he disappeared. I no longer expected it to work, it was just a habit.

I had nearly drifted off when I felt a soft brush against my conscious. I instantly sat up and gasped. It felt faded, different than it normally did. But even after so many months, I knew what it was.

Percy's spirit felt like a cool breeze off the ocean on a hot day. It was relaxing and calming, I instantly felt it soothing my soul. I focused my mind and tried to trace it before it disappeared. I felt a tug west before it flickered out once more.

I didn't even bother to pack up my camp. I just threw everything into my sleeping bag. If Percy was west, then that is where I would go. I stepped into the nearest shadow and was gone.

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I rubbed my hands through my hair. I had felt the pulse for the first time over a week ago. I had felt it off and on ever since. I contemplated telling his mom so that she wouldn't worry as badly but I didn't want to get her hopes up. I wouldn't feel confident in my tracking until I saw the beautiful sea prince standing before me.

I had tracked him to California. I had no idea what he was doing there but I was fairly certain that was where he was. I could never feel the pulse of his spirit for more than a few seconds. It was never long enough to pin-point his location.

I was in Los Angeles searching when I felt the strongest sense of his being since the last time I had seen him face to face. I had a view of either hills or mountains, I couldn't tell which, before it disappeared. I could feel with absolute certainty that he was in California.

I felt my heart swell with hope. Percy was alive and from what I felt he wasn't even injured. But then again, with the curse of Achilles, that was kind of impossible. I hadn't even known the depth of my worries until I felt that he was safe. I wasn't sure where he was but I could tell I was getting closer.

The other thing that the pulse had told me was that he wasn't in Los Angeles. I frowned and tried to think of a faster way to find him. Now that I knew that he was in California I might be able to convince my sister to help me look. I couldn't tell Camp Jupiter about him but Hazel was different. I knew I could trust her.

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New Rome looked the same as it had the last time I had been there. It was the beauty of the Roman Empire nestled in the valleys of California. I wouldn't have told anyone but I thought that it was the most beautiful city that I had ever been to.

I liked the way that the roman's worked together. Even if Hazel and I were not accepted, children of the underworld were still more respected here that at camp half blood. It was just the roman way; everyone had a part on the team. I may have preferred to be alone but it was nice to feel semi accepted.

I would have loved it even more than camp half blood if it wasn't for the fact that at the Greek camp, I was free to do whatever I wanted. In New Rome I was the ambassador of Pluto, I had actually duties, so I couldn't disappear in the middle of a conversation. Plus at camp half-blood there was a certain son of the sea god, or at least there would be once I found him and brought him home.

I walked up the paved streets towards the temple of Pluto. I knew that if I stood there for a while, someone would tell my sister and she would come find me. It was far easier than searching the city for her. Besides, I would freak less people out this way. I may have been more respected her than at camp half blood but people were still terrified of me.

I started thinking about Percy. I really hoped that Hazel would be able to help me. Two people were hardly a search party but her help would still double the eyes looking for him in California. I once again started to wonder if I should send an Iris message back to camp telling them of my lead. I really didn't want to be surrounded by people who hated and feared me but if it meant that Percy would be safe, then maybe it was the right thing to do...

I decided that if by next week, I had still not found the son of Poseidon that I would call for help. I may have not wanted the help but Percy meant far more to me than my pride. I had proven that to myself time and time again.

I hadn't even realized that I was glaring until I saw people walking to the other side of the road to get out of my way. I found it ridiculous. A faun was sitting on the street in front of me, when he looked up and saw me he paled. I frowned at him and he tripped over his hoofs to get out of the way. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

No matter where I go it's the same thing. The only one who was never really afraid of me was Percy.

I stood outside my father's temple and waited.

I loved his temple. It was not nearly as big as many of the others, but it was beautiful. The roman's had built the temple of Pluto because they had too. Hades was not a popular god in either the Greek or the Roman worlds. They would never love him or accept him, but they did fear and respect him. Kind of like how they treated me.

I was so caught up in my thought's I didn't hear someone coming until Hazel called out to me.

"Hey," Hazel called. "I've brought a friend."

I turned around to face my sister and my breath caught in my throat. I was stunned. Standing right next to her was Percy.

He looked the exact same as the last time I had seen him. The only difference was that he was covered in dirt, like he had been sleeping on the ground for the last few weeks. His shirt was in tatters. It was obvious just by looking at him that he had been fighting for his life.

I began to panic. What is he doing here? He is not supposed to be here...

I saw a look of confusion on his face. He looked lost and he didn't seem to recognize me. I didn't understand what was going on but I decided that I would play along until I understood what was happening.

"This is Percy Jackson," Hazel said. "He's a good guy. Percy, this is my brother, the son of Pluto."

It took me less than a second to process all of that and school my facial expressions into a blank mask. I held out my hand for him to shake.

"Pleased to meet you," he said. "I'm Nico di Angelo."