Olympic Dream; Olympic nightmare (a solangelo AU)

Chapter 2

sorry for forgetting about this fic: don't own the characters 

Nico threw his mask down over his face and poised with his sabre. He saluted his American opponent, Luke Castellean.

Weird, Nico thought. He looks just like... No, it couldn't be

He took a deep breath. As the announcer yelled out "En garde, etes-vous prets, allez!"

Nico thrust forward, landing a quick touch on the American man's vest.

The American quietly cursed as the two fencers returned to their positions.

He sounds just like him, but it couldn't be.

"En garde, etes-vous prets, allez!"

It couldn't be. Could it?

....

Nico stood atop the podium, singing quietly along to the Italian anthem, gold medal hung around his neck.

After the medal awarding, he ran to find Will.

"Nico!" The tall blond held his arms out as Nico ran to him. "Congratulations, Nico." He buried his face in Nico's hair.

"Will, that was Midas." Tears started streaming out of Nico's eyes.

"Nico, Midas is in jail. That was Luke Castellean, An American man from New York.

"No, Will. It was Midas. I know."

"It was your PTSD, babe."

"Will please let's go to the hotel."

"Ok." Will put his arm around Nico's shoulder.

"Nico Di-Angelo," the American fencer walked up to Nico, hand outstretched. He smirked.

It's him, Nico thought, he's different, but it's him. New haircut, there's a new scar, he's more muscular. But those eyes, I could never forget those eyes. How the hell did he find me?

Nico closed his eyes and flinched, memories flooding into his mind.

"You," Midas purred, " Are a pretty one indeed." The man reached across to Nico's torso. He violently threw Nico's shirt off, leaving a long, bloody gash in the process.

"Please," Nico begged, trembling, "Please don't, I'm only seventeen."

Nico's eyes opened, he was lying on the floor, his head cradled in Will's lap.

"Thank god." Will sighed, pulling Nico into a hug. "Flashback?"

Nico nodded groggily.

Will waved angrily at the cameras, "I said go away! He has PTSD, go away. It's just a flashback!"

He looked at Nico, "Are you ok? Let's get you to the hotel room."

Nico nodded, feeling a wave of nausea come over him as Will pulled him to his feet. He gagged and stumbled, catching himself on Will's arms.

The cameras didn't go away, Nico groaned at the thought of being on TV in such a miserable state.

"Will, get me back to the hotel," Nico's voice shook and cracked.

"Alright, let's go." Will picked him up bridal style and once more told the cameras to leave. This time they did.

Nico started dozing off in Will's arms as he carried Nico to the car.

Nico was gently laid in the back of the car, he felt the seatbelt glide over and then heard the click as Will put the seatbelt on.

"Should I call the doctor?"

"Will, you are the doctor. Anyways, I'm fine."

Will bit his lip, "Are you sure?"

"Yes."