Okay! Here is a new fanfic. The idea has been haunting my mind since I finished the Blood of Olympus, the final book in the Heroes of Olympus by Rick Riordan. Hopefully, I will post the first chapter tomorrow, or if not later this week.

THIS IS ONLY A PROLOUGE! I DECIDED TO MAKE THE PROLOGUE A SCENE FROM THE BOOK, SO, NO, I DID NOT WRITE THIS PART. CHAPTER ONE BEGINS MY STORY/WRITING. Please do not report this story or whatnot. I am not trying to steal Mr. Riordan's work as my own. I really like this scene since it leads nicely into my story. I mainly put this for the people who did not read the book, so they would understand the beginning of the relationship between Nico and Will. And I cited/quoted accordingly. So if you have a problem with it, don't read. Not my problem.

Now that we got THAT out of the way, here is the prologue!

I do not own anything (especially at this moment) except the plot, which is to be revealed. It all belongs to Rick Riordan (and eventually Marvel? Haven't decided if it's going to be a crossover or not...)

Enjoy!

Prologue

"I'm staying,"

Jason blinked. "What?"

"At Camp Half-Blood. The Hades cabin needs a head counselor. Have you seen the décor? It's disgusting. I'll have to remodel. And someone needs to do burial rites properly, since demigods insist on dying heroically."

"That's- that's fantastic! Dude!" Jason opened his arms for a hug, then froze. "Right. No touching. Sorry."

Nico grunted. "I suppose we can make an exception."

Jason squeezed him so hard Nico thought his ribs would crack.

"Oh, man," Jason said. "Wait till I tell Piper. Hey, since I'm alone in my cabin too, you and I could share a table at the dining hall. We can team up for capture the flag and sing-along contests and-"

"Are you trying to scare me away?"

"Sorry. Sorry. Whatever you say, Nico. I'm just glad."

The funny thing was, Nico believed him.

Nico happened to glance towards the cabins and saw someone waving at him. Will Solace stood in the doorway of the Apollo cabin, a stern look on his face. He pointed to the ground at his feet like You. Here. Now.

"Jason," Nico said, "would you excuse me?"

"So where were you?" Will demanded. He was wearing a green surgeon's shirt with jeans and flip-flops, which was probably not standard hospital protocol.

"What do you mean?" Nico asked.

"I've been stuck in the infirmary for, like, two days. You don't come by. You don't offer to help."

"I… What? Why would you want a son of Hades in the same room with people you're trying to heal? Why would anyone want that?"

"You can't help out a friend? Maybe cut bandages? Bring me a soda or a snack? Or just a simple How's it going Will? You don't think I could stand to see a friend face?"

"What… my face?"

The words simply didn't make sense together. Friendly face. Nico di Angelo.

"You're so dense," Will noted. "I hope you got over that nonsense about leaving Camp Half-Blood."

"I- yeah. I did. I mean, I'm staying."

"Good. So you may be dense, but not an idiot."

"How can you even talk to me like that? Don't you know I can summon zombies and skeletons and-"

"Right now you couldn't summon a wishbone without melting into a puddle of darkness, di Angelo." Will said. "I told you, no more Underworld-y stuff, doctor's orders. You owe me at least three days of rest in the infirmary. Starting now."

Nico felt like a hundred skeletal butterflies were resurrecting his stomach. "Three days? I- I suppose that would be okay."

- (Blood of Olympus, Rick Riordan, pgs. 485-487)

Sp that Was the Prologue! If you did not read the Author's Note at the top, go back up and READ IT! It is very important!

GhostWriter1864 (AKA Ghosty)