Hello there! So I finally got around to reading Heroes of Olympus over my Christmas break, and it only reminded me how much I adored Percy Jackson in middle school. I also became super obsessed with Solangelo and have spent almost every night since I finished the series reading Solangelo fanfiction, and I think I'm finally ready to try my hand at it. I haven't written fanfiction since my freshman year of high school (I'm now a freshman in college), and it's been so long that I couldn't even remember my password to my old account (although to be honest, I didn't try that hard to remember it because my fourteen year old writing is super cringe worthy). So I'm starting fresh here! I'm a little nervous to post this because I'm extremely critical of my writing and rarely let anyone read what I've written, but I've been in a writing slump for a while and am trying to punch through it by working on this.

As I said in the summary, these are just going to be unconnected one-shots based on whatever comes to mind. Updates will probably come irregularly, depending on when I get a random burst of inspiration/have time and/or motivation to actually write out that inspiration. Anyway, sorry for any possible OOC-ness... like I said, I'm a bit rusty!

Disclaimer: All characters and places relating to the Percy Jackson and the Olympians/Heroes of Olympus series belong to Rick Riordan.

"I am not self-destructive!"

Nico held up a manila folder that was previously lying open on the small table next to his infirmary bed. The folder was filled with various papers and had "Nico di Angelo" written in cursive on the front.

Will hastily grabbed the folder from Nico's hands. "Hey, you're not supposed to look at that!"

The other boy crossed his arms. "It's my medical file, and you're the one who left it open. Plus I don't appreciate you talking shit about me in it."

"Watch your language, young man!"

"Solace, you know I'm technically like eighty years old, right? Therefore, respect your elders." Nico stepped forward and reached out to take the file back, but Will quickly shuffled backwards while holding it above his head, causing the son of Hades to stumble slightly.

"Whoa there, sir, you better be careful!" Will said teasingly. "You don't wanna throw out your hip or strain your back! Here, let me escort you to your bed until we can get you a proper cane."

Will tucked the file under his left arm and wrapped his right arm around Nico's shoulders, ignoring his protests and guiding him three steps towards the bed. Nico grumbled about Will's terrible sense of humor as he planted himself down, but he couldn't stop the faint blush creeping to his cheeks. The son of Apollo chuckled, thinking his sense of humor was on point, as he grabbed his stethoscope from around his neck.

"I don't need a cane, and I am not self-," Nico began.

"Shush, Death Boy." Will interrupted, placing the stethoscope on Nico's chest, who immediately flinched at the sudden contact. "Breathe deeply for me."

Nico reluctantly gave three deep breaths as Will listened to his heartbeat. When he was satisfied, he replaced the stethoscope around his neck and wrote a few notes in Nico's medical file, angling the folder so Nico couldn't see what he was writing, despite the stubborn son of Hades' attempts to catch a few words.

"What are you writing?"

Will ignored him. "You've greatly improved over the course of these three days. Looks like you should be ready to go this afternoon."

"Well, I certainly hope I've improved after all the food you've forced down my throat and the constant bed rest."

"And yet you're still a stick, still extremely pale, and still forbidden to use any Underworld-y powers!" Will said these last words slowly for extra emphasis. "I'm serious, Death Boy. I know you don't believe it, but there are many people who wouldn't want to see you become an actual dead boy."

The son of Apollo added a couple more notes as Nico watched him with curiosity. "So why'd you say I'm self-destructive?"

"Because you are, dummy. I don't write lies in here."

The son of Hades huffed. "That doesn't really answer my question. What do you mean by self-destructive?"

Will closed the folder. "Nico, if I hadn't made you stay here for three days, would you have sought help for yourself?" The other boy remained silent. "You and I both know the answer is no, you wouldn't have. You'd have allowed those werewolf scratches to get infected and continued to dangle on the verge of becoming a literal shadow. You deal with physical pain by developing this ungodly high pain tolerance, and you deal with emotional pain by pushing everyone in your life away to make certain they don't have the slightest chance of hurting you first. You constantly insist I aid the other patients in the infirmary before I get to you, not because you want to save everyone else, but because you think you're not worth saving."

Will paused. "You're wrong about that, of course."

"That's—"

"Completely true. Don't even try to deny it. I wrote it in your file, so it must be true. Like I said, I don't write lies in here."

Nico rolled his eyes. "Since when did you become my therapist?"

"Since I became your friend."

The son of Hades looked up and found himself staring into a pair of piercing blue eyes. He immediately averted his own eyes as he felt his face redden once again and stumbled for a way to respond. Luckily he was saved by Will's half-sister, Kayla, walking into the room with a white bowl.

"Hey, Will! You want these grapes? I grabbed too many at breakfast, and no one else wants them."

"Yeah, I'll take them!" Kayla placed the bowl in Will's outstretched hand.

Nico watched Kayla exit the room and head towards another bed with a badly burned girl lying in it. "Don't you have other patients to take care of?"

Will popped a grape in his mouth. "Nah, it's relatively slow today, compared to the last few days at least. Most of the patients have already been treated to the best of my abilities and just need bed rest. If anyone new comes in with severe injuries, I'll attend to them, but for right now, my siblings have it covered." The son of Apollo picked at another grape. "Why? Are you trying to get rid of me?"

"No, I just want to make sure I'm not intruding on your time."

"Don't be stupid, Death Boy, of course you're not." Will held out the bowl. "You like grapes?"

Nico nodded and accepted a grape. "Definitely more than pomegranates."

"You don't like pomegranates? I thought those were the trademark food of the Underworld." Will set the bowl down in between them. "I'd think you would love pomegranates."

"Not anymore," Nico answered quietly, recalling his time spent in the jar, surviving on pomegranate seeds. Will hoped the son of Hades would elaborate, that he would be comfortable enough to share with him some of the things he went through, but Nico's silence said it all. He wasn't ready to talk about it yet, and Will wasn't going to press him.

Suddenly, Nico was jerked from his sullenness by a grape hitting him square on the forehead. "What the hell was that?"

Will looked at him innocently. "I was testing your reflexes. That's what doctor's do."

Nico rolled his eyes. "You're ridiculous."

"Ridiculously handsome." Will wiggled his eyebrow at Nico. In response and to prevent a blush from returning to his face for yet a third time, the black haired boy threw a grape at the smirking blonde.

"No, just ridiculous."

"Oh, really?" Will grabbed a handful of grapes and started chucking them one by one at Nico. The other boy quickly scooped up some of his own ammunition, and Great Infirmary Grape War began. It was hard to say who came out victorious, but soon all of the grapes that were once in the bowl were now scattered across the room, and the two boys were sitting on the floor, leaning against the bed, and laughing at themselves.

Will was the first to stop laughing as he watched Nico's usually brooding face light up with actual happiness. Nico noticed Will staring at him, and immediately stopped laughing as well.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You have a nice smile."

Nico's eyes widened, and he felt his stomach flip-flop a few times and that all too familiar blush creep back onto his face. He quickly turned away, but Will still caught a glimpse of his red cheeks, prompting the son of Apollo's own face to gain a hint of crimson as a result.

"Um thanks," Nico said when he regained his composure. "I suppose we should probably pick up these grapes."

Will glanced around. "Yeah, it looks like the Grapes of Wrath in here." He chuckled at his own lame joke while Nico just stared at him. "Anyway, yes, we don't want any ants in here. That's completely unsanitary."

The two boys gathered all of the grapes and threw them in the trash this time instead of at each other. Will picked up Nico's medical file and opened it to write down something else.

"Now what are you writing, Sunshine? Talking more about my self-destructiveness?"

Will smiled at the nickname. "No, I'm commenting on your reflexes," he teased. "I'm also recommending, and by recommend I mean you don't really have much of a choice, that you stop by the infirmary at least once a week for a checkup."

The son of Apollo made his way to the door, stopping in front of the threshold and turning to face the son of Hades.

"But you're free to stop by every day if you want. I always enjoy the company of a friend."

A/N: Thank you so much for reading!