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Author's Note: Hello, sorry for the late chapter, I've been really busy. Thanks again to anyone who might be reading this, and leave some reviews so I can make this crap better. And now, ladies and gentlemen, basically anyone who reads this shit, here's chapter 15!

Chapter 15

The day after the beach

To Percy, it seemed like his friends were still reeling from everything that was said. He was definitely doing the same.

Calypso lived most of her life on an island where her parents left her.

Leo's mom died in a fire, and his babysitter tried to kill him.

Jason couldn't remember his life before meeting Piper.

Will saved his own mother's life, in a McDonalds much less.

Piper stole stuff to get her dad's attention, and his assistant hated her.

Wow. That was a lot to take in. Percy didn't know how to process it, or handle it. I mean, he thought, they reacted pretty well to Nico's story and mine, so I should do the same for them.

. . .

"Nico's from another century?" Jason exploded. "And Percy went into that same hotel?"

"Jason," Piper soothed, "You're technically from another century too. You were born in the 1900s. So calm down."

"Yeah, but I didn't lose my sister in the Vietnam War, my babysitter didn't try to kill me, I didn't get stranded on an island, or lose so much of my life-" He stopped as he realized what he said.

Piper crossed her arms over her chest and raised an eyebrow. "What was that? You didn't lose so much of your life? You have no right to be angry at them!"

Jason was kind of terrified. He'd never seen her like this, so angry.

"You, Jason Grace, have no right whatsoever to be mad! You hid a big secret, too. They didn't want to share their stories because they thought everyone would react like you." PIper screamed. "They were as afraid of what it would change as you were. So stop acting like you weren't in their shoes at one point!"

Jason hung his head, got up, and trudged out of the room, Piper staring angrily at his dropped figure.

. . .

Calypso felt Leo's hand on her back again. She looked up and gave him a small smile, which comforted them both.

Leo kept telling her how proud he was for sharing her story, and Calypso kept comforting him when he got a little traumatized because retelling his mom's death opened up that wound again.

They didn't really care that the others kept their secrets, because they would have stayed secrets, if not for Nico. Calypso was thankful for that. It felt like the weight of the sky had been lifted off her shoulders.

They didn't really speak to one another, because they didn't need to. Everything was told with their eyes and motions.

Never in either of their entire lives would they have thought about reacting how Jason did.

. . .

Nico sighed, letting go of his burden of the secret slowly, as if through his breaths. Will came over and sat down next to him on the couch. He pecked Nico on the cheek, and turned Nico's face towards him.

Nico turned away, and went back to brooding. Will turned his head black again, and this cycle continued for quite some time. Nico would never tell him, but he secretly liked play fighting with Will.

Will finally forced Nico to stay facing him, and spoke. "Nico, I'm proud of you. That was very brave of you to risk your friendship and get that secret out there."

Nico buried his head in Will's shoulder. "What if that changes everything? It was going so well, and now we've all got secrets out there that change our perspectives on each other, and it was because of me! What if I'm the reason everything is ruined?"

Will made Nico face him once again. "Neeks, look at me." Nico turned to him slowly, hair in his face, eyes filled with sorrow. "If they really are your friends, they'll figure it out and accept you. And you didn't ruin anything. If they wanted to, they could've chosen not to share anything. It's ok."

Nico shook his head and laid down on Will's chest, both of them glad to have each other.

. . .

Frank listened to the whole thing with growing curiosity. "So, lemme get this straight. You're Nico's half sister, related by your dad." Hazel nodded approvingly. "You're from the 1940s. Your mom divorced your dad, and she threw you out because they thought you were bad luck? That's messed up.

"Then you went into this Poppy Ho-"

"Lotus." Hazel corrected.

"Lotus Hotel, and you came out later when I found you, still the same age? Then all the stuff where I took you in and stuff."

Hazel nodded again. "That's about it. You forgot about Sammy, though. Remember? He was the boy from my school who I liked, and he liked me, we hung out, then my mom threw me out."

Frank shook his head. "Whoa. That's a lot to take in."

"Yeah," Hazel agreed. "It might take a while to, you know, really understand and accept. I'll give you however much time you need, and if you don't feel comfortable with me then, it's fine." Hazel sighed.

Frank shook his head hastily. "Hazel, no, oh my god, no. I could never not feel comfortable around you. Sure, it might take a little while to sink in, but I'll always be okay with you."

Hazel gave him a small smile then kissed him lightly on the cheek before heading to her room.

. . .

Will woke up to Hamilton's Guns and Ships blasting through the speakers. He rubbed his eyes and slowly got up, almost falling off the couch. He sat and listened, hearing Nico singing along with the songs. Will smiled to himself and laid back down, pretending to sleep.

Even if all else fell apart, he had Nico.

. . .

Annabeth finally dragged herself out of her nook and onto the couch with Percy. She'd spent almost the entire day in there, getting food once in a while. She hadn't talked to anyone, and worked out complete building structures instead.

She silently moved over to Percy on her crutches and curled up against him, her head leaning on his chest. Percy stroked her hair, putting his head on hers. Annabeth closed her eyes, and embraced Percy's warmth and familiar smell. She felt safe in his arms.

"Wise Girl?" Percy murmured. "You okay?"

Annabeth nodded against him.

He faced her. "You were really good out there at the beach, you know? We all had a hard time sharing that stuff, and it might have ruined our friendship, or it might have brought us closer together. But we all need time to sort this out."

Annabeth frowned. "Seaweed Brain, who are you trying to convince? You, or me?"

Percy sighed. "Both of us, I guess."

"Well," She said, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, "We'll face whatever happens together."

"Together?"

"Together."