The machines hummed quietly as Leo sat in the control room with his aloof thoughts. For the past few days he couldn't think straight. Every new sketch he made was worse than the last.
The Argo II rocked slowly as he struggled to keep his eyes open. On top of everything, Leo hadn't gotten a lick of sleep in days. Something was keeping him from sleeping, despite the desperate need that soured his mood. Last night when Jason came to bring him food he snapped. He could see the hurt look on the guy's face and he immediately felt guilty. However, he knew his friends, and they would forgive his bad temper.
As he thought about it, Leo realized that the entire mood of the ship changed. With him skipping meals and not smiling or making jokes, everyone was on edge. It was like he was the machine keeping them all happy and sound. And when one bulb on the strand was blown, it infected the entire crew.
He sighed and put his head in his palms. They rubbed calming circles as he desperately tried to shut off his mind. But to no prevail he stood, his team Leo shirt hanging loosely from his now even smaller frame.
He was about to head to his room as he heard a crash in the hall outside his door. He was instantly alert as he rushed to the door and opened it to see a familiar black haired boy. Nico Di Angelo sat with blood spilling from his head, freshly emerged from the shadows.
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the gift of life |leico|
FanfictionNico doesn't realize how valuable his life is until he loses it. Loses it in a way that he could never imagine. Meanwhile, Leo pushes his own issues away for the sake of Nico's.
