Finally I have managed to finish this story. It honestly took me ages to write and that was including writers block and distractions. So, yes, I have been alive all this time, I've just been working on life and (stupid me for starting it) have started to work on a My Little Pony fanfic. Yes, not only am I a demigod and a shapeshifter, but i am also a Pegasister. I'm not ashamed of that or my pokefan status. In any case, I finally remembered that I had a fanfiction account and decided to check that out, finding that I had yet to finish this. So, at 1 o'clock in the morning of the 11th April in Australia, I finally figured out an ending (possibly the biggest reason why I couldn't finish it) and give you my 20th chapter in Little Wonders. Here is my first Solangelo work.

Solangelo – Drowning (Backstreet Boys)

When did it get like this? Was it during the stay in the infirmary or was it during the battle against Gaea on Half-Blood Hill? Or was it even before all of that?

It was all just a mess, and that was the only thing that was certain.

Somewhere, in the early stages, people started assuming that it was all thanks to Annabeth that he was all dark and brooding… well, most did. There were a few people who realised it was because of his sister, but then their minds twisted something along the lines and they started to believe the majority in thinking it was Annabeth.

Thankfully, they stopped with the 'Annabeth' thing. Unfortunately they created something even more ridiculous. Thalia. He doesn't even know how they managed to get there, but they did. Talk about extremes. He even heard rumours going around that when he was sitting in the shadows of the trees or cabins, it was because he was writing love letters to Thalia or some such thing.

Reality check; they were either lists, twenty-first century stuff his father was sending him, or worksheets he was doing for the private classes he went to (mainly in the underworld, but still). Believe it or not, even though he was the son of Hades, he was still human and thus needed fresh air every now and then.

It took people a little while to realise that he wasn't that into the opposite gender… like during the war with Gaea. Yeah, people were slow. But it was really starting to get annoying. First it was Jason. Then Leo. And apparently someone really wanted him to get together with Pollux from the Dionysus Cabin (not that that would ever work out).

Eventually people caught on to the fact that he once had a crush on Percy, but that was after he had opened up to said boy. Perfect example of how fast things spread in camp; the news had spread like wildfire. The torture that came afterwards in the form of half the Aphrodite Cabin (the other half was thankfully being controlled by Piper) trying to get him together with someone was just that; torture.

Despite all the death glares he sent them, they just kept coming back for more. Not even Mrs O'Leary could do anything about it when he tried to get her to stop them. And neither did locking himself up in his cabin work because they'd either send their possible (read: failed) matches to knock on his door, or he would show up.

It was annoying. The way his shaggy hair seemed to adorn his head like some kind of golden crown. Or the way his eyes twinkled like the sky on a clear, cloudless day whenever he smiled. And especially when he came around just to bug him about 'doctor's orders'. Not to mention the guy seemed to be immune to his death glares and zombie butler (Jules-Albert came in real handy when he couldn't be bothered to answer the door).

But it was weird, too. A couple of times, when he had been locked up in his cabin and not eaten anything, when Jules-Albert answered the door, he would come back with a plate of food in hand. More often than not this happened around dinner time. And more often than not, he would be the one behind this sudden emergence of food. The last few times came with 'doctor's orders' notes attached to the plate and getting greasy in the process.

At first, Jules-Albert looked confused at the orders he was being given from the son of Apollo… and he was a zombie (some of the faces he pulled were actually quite comical). But eventually, the zombie must have figured that this was going to become a common thing because he just accepted the job. Unfortunately, this seemed to both confuse and anger the son of Hades even more than he was at being forced to eat.

There are some things in this world that not even he would ever understand.

Like the time where he was given a small automaton lion. He had assumed that it was one of Leo's creations right up until it started roaring out death threats and other such things in Nyssa's voice. Needless to say, the automaton ended up in a pillow and chucked in the bathroom mere seconds before he showed up in an attempt to get him down to the archery range for practice like he promised.

There was also the time where he walked into his newly designed cabin only to find it back to being something off the set of Dracula. He could only assume that it was a Hermes prank due to the fact that he had really only finished with the redecorating just before lunch that same day. Not even a whole hour had passed and his cabin was back to being 'Vampire Heaven'. And the strangest thing about it was that every Hermes camper was (strangely) accounted for during lunch.

Regardless of what had been said earlier, zombies and skeletons roamed the camp until the Hades cabin was back to how it had been just before lunch. To this day, the son of Hades had no idea who the culprit actually was.

But those were just some of the things that had happened to him. There were other things that happened – not necessarily to him but more than definitely about him – because a lot of these things seemed to happen to him. Like Leo actually going up to the son of Apollo and 'accidentally on purpose' setting the boy's arm alight or the 'accidental' electric shock that he was sure Jason had sent his way or the prank the Stolls pulled with the help of a certain son of Poseidon. That last one was a bit of a shocker for the simple reason the Stolls actually seemed to be concerned for the son of Hades and so had practically jumped at the chance to prank the Apollo cabin leader.

And yet, the weirdest would have had to have been when he walked out of his cabin one morning to the sight of an unexpected visit from Frank, Hazel and Reyna. Frank had turned into an elephant and was holding him upside down with his trunk whilst both Hazel and Reyna were glaring daggers into those clearly petrified, blue eyes. Standing behind the Romans were the rest of the seven plus a baseball bat wielding satyr who could have only been Coach Hedge. The son of Hades swore that the only one not there was his father.

By this time, he was more that positive that something weird was going on around camp. Yeah, he had had his suspicions before, but actually seeing people gang up on him was the last straw. Especially when he though back on how angry he was at the discovery. Something was going on alright, only he wasn't sure if it was just the camp or something deeper.

Of course, the weirdest things had to happen either at night or in the presence of the son of Apollo himself. His dreams weren't ordinary demigod dreams, but they didn't exactly seem normal either. They actually felt like he was watching some kind of reality television show… with him as one of the main characters. The other was himself. And each 'episode' seemed to do something inside of him that didn't feel very comfortable. That's why he usually woke up in a sweat.

And then those same uncomfortable feelings would emerge during the day and whenever he was around him. If he was in the infirmary getting a forced check-up, his insides would be turning and he'd have goose bumps. It was always noticed, of course, but nothing was said about it. He just gave a knowing smirk at the end of the exam before leaving. And whenever their eyes met outside of the infirmary, he was always the one to look away first whilst he tried to get air into his lungs properly.

Yeah, something strange was definitely going on. And he didn't like it.

It finally got too much for him, not knowing what in the name of the Underworld was going on. He locked himself up in his cabin and sent Jules-Albert out to the Athena cabin with a list of books he wanted (scaring the Athena cabin members in the process, of course). Once he had the books, he set himself up comparing this time period to the time period in which he was born; specifically the things that he could relate to.

To make matters worse, he quickly realised whilst searching the books that these were almost the exact same feelings he had been having when he was interested in Percy. On that discovery he did exactly what he did before; he ran away. A quick Iris Message to his sister later and a note saying 'back soon' and he made his way to Camp Jupiter.

Alas even in the Roman camp, things didn't seem right. In fact, it felt worse. Every time he was called into the infirmary, he expected to see a certain son of Apollo working there and practically breathing down his neck. And the fact that he actually missed that feeling on the back of his neck at times scared him. Not to mention the others noticed his loss and were starting to get worried themselves.

His dreams about the boy came more frequently and were stronger than before, sometimes even showing him what he was doing at that moment. And his nightmares were always about them as well; either he lost his life or the son of Apollo lost his. The weird thing about those nightmares, though, was that the son of Hades actually believed them to be true when he woke up so he would send one of the ghosts that he controlled to spy on the boy. And when his thoughts travelled during the day, they always landed on the various times when the two of them had been together and (mostly) he was in danger of possibly dying.

Eventually Reyna hit the nail on the head when she asked him if he was starting to get a little love sick. Unfortunately, it wasn't just a little bit. Three months after running away from Camp Half-Blood, the son of Hades was more than sure that he was more than just a little bit in love now that he knew what he was feeling (sort of).

Of course, as soon as Reyna had made her 'guess', all of the children of Venus had to get into the act. It didn't take long for him to realise that the two groups of Aphrodite's children were working together because the Venus kids pretty much started on their attempts to get him together with Roman guys where the Aphrodite kids left off. And, much like back at Camp Half Blood, not even locking himself in his room worked. To be honest, it worked less in the Roman camp due to the fact that the Venus kids were not segregated from the other demigods like the Aphrodite kids were in Camp Half Blood.

Forcing himself to return to where it all began, the son of Hades slipped into the night and the shadows that came with it. Leaving a note for his sister back at the Roman camp (so that she didn't worry), he locked himself once more in the cabin dedicated to his father on the other side of the continent. Physically, he was drained from his travel. Emotionally, he was drained from whatever it was that was going on inside of him. All he could do was lay on his bed and try to get some sleep.

But sleep never came. Even though he lay on his bed, the boy's mind was abuzz with thoughts and images of him. This in turn meant that his insides were riding the emotional rollercoaster that was currently his life once more. The sad thing was, he knew what he had to do in order to end the seemingly endless torture… he just didn't know if he could do it or not. Not with what he had gone through with Percy plaguing his mind when he even thought about it.

It was only as the sun peered over the horizon that the son of Hades finally managed to close his eyes. But he wasn't in his bed when he did. Sometime during the night and his thoughts, the boy had snuck out of his cabin and into the infirmary where he made sure no one was watching. He then climbed onto one of the beds there and continued his thought processes. So, when a certain son of Apollo arrived the next morning to check the infirmary stock, he was surprised to find his shadowy guest. What was even more surprising was the picture frame the boy held as he slept; the photo inside that of a happy son of Apollo forcing a grumpy son of Hades to stand in front of the camera.

The photo had been taken long before all this weird stuff had begun happening between the two boys and the two camps, but at that moment – when one lay asleep in the other's infirmary – it meant something more. And the son of Apollo had known that this day would come for some time. Prophetic dreams aside, when a god (or in this case a goddess) decides to grace your dreams on a certain matter, you take note of what they have to say… even if what they say doesn't happen until weeks or months later.

So it was that Will Solace, son of Apollo, was known to be seen walking from the infirmary a short time afterwards with a small smile gracing his slightly tingling lips and the peaceful image of a sleeping Nico di Angelo smiling at being tucked in bed fresh in his mind, never to be forgotten.

I hope this turned out okay in the end and I hope you enjoyed it. As I mentioned above, I had a massive time away from this work and only just remembered it was still on my computer, so the writing style may have changed. In saying that, I'm not sure if I'm going to call it quits on this compilation of oneshots or not yet, so any feed back on the subject would be appreciated. Regardless, I am not the owner of anything you may recognise within this oneshot. That includes the song that inspired me, ages ago, to write this: Drowning by the Backstreet Boys.