Solangelo Fun-Shots

Ricardo

)This is a continuation of the One Shot Birth, it's just a small snippet of Ricardos life, Enjoy!(

"He did what?!"

Nico's voice ran loud and clear through the LAMP Phone. (Leo's Anti-Monster Protection Phone!)

"I don't know! He sneezed and disappeared through a cloud of darkness! Next thing I know he's falling through the ceiling!"

Nico had agreed to help Sally Jackson with something in New York City. He'd be back in a week and left Will with their seven month old son Ricardo.

They realized that the best and safest place to raise them was right there in Camp Half Blood.
They did not expect him to be showing half blood signs so soon. Especially Shadow Traveling.

Nico had prayed that he'd inherit ANY POWER from Apollo. But the Hades gene seemed stronger.

What distressed Nico more was that he wasn't there to see it.

"Do not let him out of your sight till I get back!" di Angelo hissed.
At that exact moment Ricardo decided that anywhere but his father's arms were better and poof.

"Uhh.. That's gonna be a problem.."

"Will Solace I swear to the gods if you loose are son-"

The familiar Don't Worry Be Happy ringtone rang as Will took the phone from his ear to see the incoming call.
It was Jason.

"Got to go death Sweetie! Love you bye!" Will said and before the son of Hades could say anymore the son of Apollo hung up on him and answered Jason.

"Yes?!" He almost shouted, panic was settling in as Ricardo was yet to reappear.

"Uh.. Your kid just appeared in my arms?" The blonde superman sounded completely confused.

Will didn't say anything as he sprinted out the door, making his way to a construction sight for the new cabin.
A team of Demi-Gods seemed to be having a break to coo at the baby in Graces arm.

He was relieved to find his son in his godfathers arms.

"Oh thank Zues!" Solace huffed.
Jason was bouncing him on his hip, entertaining him with a whisp of cloud he created in the palm of his hand.

"Already showing powers?" Jason questioned.
Will sighed rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"You have no idea.. and the fact that it's such an opposing mix makes him twice as unpredictable on what he inherits.."

"Seems like you and Nico got your hands full.." Grace hummed as he began to hand little Ric over.
Except he didn't seem to want to leave because the moment he was secure in Will's arms he began to fuss.

A few campers made a sad "Awww.." at the disappointment that they weren't going to get the chance to play with him. Usually, Will would allow it, but it was passed his nap time and babies need their sleep.

He began to bounce him a little to calm him down, but it seemed to only make things worse.
His little cries turned to an all out fussy scream as Will helplessly made shoosh noises.

It was so much harder with Nico not there.
The son of Hades knew exactly what to do.
He made a note to remind Neeks how much he really appreciated him.

Ricardo only got louder and louder until- cold settled in the atmosphere which was unusual for Camp Half Blood.

The campers once cooing were suddenly shivering and one let out a rather loud cough. Another groaned as their hands suddenly flew to his temple as if excruciating pain coursed through him.
Jason himself seemed to have quickly developed the sniffles, his nose beginning to run.

Will was quick to take in the symptoms.. Acute Bronchitis.. Migraine.. Common Cold.. As a child of Apollo he could recognize any sickness with ease.. But he questioned how they arose so fast.

Ricardo was still screaming his head off and Will couldn't concentrate.
Then it hit the son of Apollo hard.
Apollo was not only the God of Medicine and Healing.. He was also the God of Plagues and Sickness!

He gasped- excited at the new discovery, he barely got an explanation into Jason before he shot off towards the cabin with the baby.
It sounded a little something like:

"GottogocallNicorightnowthanksJason Iwouldgototheinfirmary!"

~●~Twelve Years Later..~●~

"Is that him..?"

"Yeah, I think so.."

"Heard he survived Hades when he was ten.."

"Do you really think he has the Bidents..?"

Three campers stood on the outskirts of the training arena.

A blonde tan boy was caught in his thoughts as he swiped and slashed with a training sword.
The dummies didn't stand a chance.

One more to go.. maybe he could try out.. He dropped the sword as he pull out two... boomerangs?
One gold, one silver.

He threw both of them behind him and as they swerved back into his hands they were no longer boomerangs.

Instead two rod appears tipped with double prongs on the top. Two jagged blades came out the end, good for slicing opponents behind you.

With three quick moves the dummies were in pieces before him.
He breathed heavily as he looked up at his audience, eyes like milk chocolate.
He smiled and waved.

"Hey guys!"

They said nothing, quickly walking away. Everyone knew you could fall very ill around Ricardo Solace, it made making friends hard.
Plus the whole shadow travel thing was just to spooky for demigods.

His smile and hand slowly dropped as he let out a small "oh.."

He sighed, throwing both bidents as they came back in a second, now boomerangs.
Usually he'd shadow travel back to the Hades cabin- (he tried staying in the Apollos cabin to make friends but since he couldnt control his plagues.. it was messy) but walking seemed more enjoyable.

The only person that really wanted to be his friend was the new younger Daughter of Hades who was technically his aunt. But almost a week after she arrived she was selected by Rachel to go on a mission.

He always asked his Poppa when he could go on missions. He knew he was ready. Wanted to prove to the whole camp that he wasn't a bad omen.

But Poppa would always sigh, telling him the same thing Daddy would say.

"It has to be in your Fate Rica."

He felt as if the fates were purposely looking him over.
Old Hags.

He had lived his entire life at this camp, training and preparing. The most that's ever happened was when his Grandpa Hades kidnapped him that one time he was seven.

But he ended up getting sweet weapons from him before his Poppa broke down the doors and took a flying kick at the Lord of the undead.

He felt so ready. Always watching Uncle Percy getting called on missions like he was the gods errand boy, or Aunt Reyna and Uncle Frank leading and training an army of Roman halfbloods.

He just.. Wanted to prove that he was worth something.
That he wasn't just the kid with the useless power.

One day..

"Ricardo Solace, Esperanza Valdez, Bane Underwood, The Olympians have called upon you.."