To Tartarus and Back (A Solangelo Story)

Oh. . . He's Gone

DISCLAIMER I OWN NOTHING EXCEPT THE PLOT AND OC'S!! ALL RIGHTS GO TO RICK RIORDAN!!!

Nico's POV 

It wasn't five minutes before I woke up screaming and crying. After we figured out Tartarus was trying to take over, my nightmares have gotten so much worse.

I pulled myself into the fetal position as I tried to recover. There was a hand on my shoulder. Out of habit, (and thinking I was still at camp), I pulled the warmth to me and tackled it to the ground. I snuggled up to it as I tried to go back to sleep.

Then I realized I wasn't at camp. And that that wasn't Will.

I quickly sat up and saw Silas laughing his ass off on the ground. 

"Oh my gods Silas I am SO sorry! It's just a habit. Gods."

Silas though, propped himself on one elbow and looked at me with a silly smirk. "I've gotta say di Angelo, I didn't take you as being the cuddly type."

"Yeah, sorry. I forgot you weren't Will. It won't happen again, I promise." I rambled. 

He laughed. "Don't apologize. I don't care. Really." He insisted. 

"Okay. Sorry."

He smirked. "You apologize way too much."

"I know. It's a habit." 

He thought for a good minute before saying: "You've been hurt before, haven't you?" 

"Huh?"

"You have habits that make it seem like you've been hurt before. Have you?"

I sighed. "Yeah. I have."

He looked at me sympathetically. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Really?" 

"Of course. Nico you know I don't care. Just like I didn't care when you grabbed me like that. You can tell me as little or as much as you want."

I nodded my head with a small smile.

"It's. . . . It's a lot. So much shit that makes you ask why the universe hates you so much."

Silas smiled. "Well I'm here all day."

So I told him. I talked about all of the shit that happened since I was ten. And I cleared up any confusion on how I was technically born in the 1930's, (which Silas saw hilarious but sad), and just everything in general. How much I loved Will. How much I hated myself for loving Will. And he'd just listen and nod as he took in every word I said until I was out of breath.

And it felt great, letting everything out like that. I felt a weight off my shoulders that I haven't felt in a long time.

Gods, emotions are challenging.

When I was done, Silas asked, "You need a hug after all that?" 

I nodded. Ok, maybe I don't HATE it when people touch me.

He held out his arms, and I snuggled closer to him on the bed, (pillow, ground thing. I don't even know anymore), and he wrapped his arms around me. He stroked my back, which was a different sensation from what Will usually did. I guess I enjoyed it though.

"You've been through so much Nico. I'm so sorry."

"It's fine." I said, muffled by Silas' chest. "I just want sleep."

He chuckled. "Then get some sleep, I'll be right here when you wake up.

(Author's Note: *barf noises* I hate this)