Rain falls but love flies[heroes of Olympus]

Ch. 1

Will pov

I turned up the volume of my headphones as the annoying pattering of rainfall grew louder and louder. So did the crying of my baby sister. I had tried literally everything to make her stop, but everytime I calmed her down, the thunder crashed and it would set her off again. My mother couldn't get home today because it was way to dangerous. I myself had advised her to find a hotel. But now I had began getting second thoughts. A crying baby is not something that I was so thrilled to handle. As a last resort I took of my earbuds and put on some classical music to calm her down for the fifth time. Slowly her eyes closed and I could hear her breath slow. I barely dared to move. When it stayed quiet I relaxed. Maybe everything would be ok. One second later the thunder boomed again and this time the power went out too. To make matters worse, lou woke up and had began crying again. I cursed as I found two flashlights. Remind me to never assume that something was ok. As I got up, I heard a knock on the door. I immediately put a hand on lou's mouth. My heart was thumping so loud I bet whoever it was could hear.

"Hello? Is anyone in here?" A small voice asked. He sounded like a 12 year old. What was a twelve year old doing in rain like this? I picked up a flashlight and looked through a window. Not able to get a clear veiw, I slowly opened the door. The thunder rumbled making Lou cry harder. A boy stood on my doorstep, clutching his arm, his waterlogged hair plastered on his face. I immediately grabbed his hand to pull him into the house. Sadly the mystery boy took this the wrong way and flipped me on the floor. He began straddling me, as he produced a knife that went on my neck immediately.

"Rule number 1, don't touch me without permission," he snapped.
He looked directly into my eyes. His were cold but not emotionless. They were filled with pain and sorrow. Despite the knife on my neck I couldn't take it seriously. I laughed. I felt the grip on the knife grow tighter. "Do you find this funny?"

I sobered up. "No being threatened by a knife is not what I call comedy. It's just absurd that you'd kill me." His grip faltered. I took advantage of that and pushed him off me. As I made contact with his chest, he flinched. I froze. Had I hurt him?

"Hey," I asked softly. "Are you okay?" He refused to meet my eyes.

"I don't think it matters," he responded coldly, as he struggled to get up. The thunder rumbled louder that before and I thought I felt the house shaking. Of course Lou began bawling. I mentally slapped myself. I had left her on a bed alone. On the bright side, the power came back on. I looked at the boy, and he looked back. Then he blushed and looked away. I kept examining him. His waterlogged hair hadn't dried yet, and his sculpted face had so many scratches on it. Nevertheless, he looked hot, in a badass way. I needed to get back to Lou so I just picked him up and carried him to my bed.

He yelped in shock, anger, or pain. Probably a bit of all three. "What the- Let go of me stupid!" I pretended to not hear him, and laid him on my bed. Then I went to tend to Lou who was still sobbing like it's the end of the world.

"Cmon, please stop crying?" I begged.

"Idiot, babies can't understand English."

I glared at him. "I've been trying to make her stop for about two hours. Do you have a better idea?"

He pushed himself into a sitting position. "Give her here." He said holding out his arms.

I tentatively did what he said. To my surprise he began rocking her, and softly singing a song that began in English but had quickly changed into what I thought was Italian. As he sang, I thought I even heard the rain quiet down for him.

Eri il mío soldatino
Non ti scordar di me

I listened, entranced as this time Lou began sleeping for real and what looked like a smile on her face. Once he finished, the thunder rumbled the loudest it had ever done. I braced myself, but Lou didn't wake up. I looked up at him. He had tears in his eyes. I tried to ignore them.

"Take of your shirt," I asked. The vulnerable look disappeared and his badass outer shell replaced it.

"You must be in need of a mental hospital if you think I'd strip for you," he spat.

I growled in frustration. "this is going to hurt." I warned him as I crawled over to him. I saw him reach for the knife. It was in my hand before he could attack me with it again. I forced both of his hands above his head, wincing as he yelped in pain. I pulled off the shirt as quickly as possible. As I examined his injuries. I noticed his face get redder and redder. It was amusing. "Wait here, Tomato face. I'm getting my professional Doctor kit." I laughed, at the expression I imagined him making.
                            ~time skip~
I finally added the paper clip that might hold my makeshift cast on. I had found a lot of shrapnel in his chest, and I had removed most of it, and bandaged it. He put his shirt back on without saying a word. As I got up to wash my hands, I heard him mumble something that sounded like thanks. I smiled and walked up to him and ruffled his hair. "No problem!" I laughed.

To my amusement, he slapped my hand away. "What did I say about touching me!"

"I'd been touching you for the past 30 minutes," I pointed out.

He looked away. "Yeah about that. Why did you help me? You don't even know my name and I threatened to kill you."  Before I could answer, he cut me off. "If it was because of the baby, I did that because its crying was annoying me."

I just shook my head. "Look, Not everything comes with a price. I helped you because you were in pain. As for names, you don't know mine either. " I held out my hand to shake. "I'm Will Solace."

The boy smiled for the first time and took my hand. "It's Nico."