Percy isn't used to having a cell phone. He's just moved out with his girlfriend, and suddenly the world of electronics has been introduced to him – and he doesn't understand, so it especially catches him off guard when his iPhone 4S starts ringing madly in the dead of the night. Keeping his grip on Annabeth, Percy curses under his breath and gropes the nightstand blinding for his cellular device. Quickly sliding the unlock Percy answers with a ragged hello ("Who in the Underworld is calling me at three in the fucking morning?"), flopping down in bed.

"I don't want another sister." Nico di Angelo says, a certain desperation laced between his words. He sounds like he's been crying.

Percy sits up, blood running cold. He knows that voice – hasn't heard it in months, though. Nico has been MIA, only to have Iris messaged the other twice in that time.

"Nico? What?" He slurs, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He stands, stumbling blindly out of the room.

"I miss Bianca." The voice on the other line admits, and Percy's heart clenches.

"Wait, wait, back up a bit, bud. Who said you had to get another sister?" He says calmly, switching the kitchen light on and plopping down on the couch.

"Hazel – Hazel is acting like my sister and she's not."

"Oh."

"Bianca is – was – my sister, but this girl, she isn't."

"Nico…" The raven-haired male hears a ragged sob on the other line and holds his breath.

"I thought – I thought I was over this but Hazel is nothing like B. And – and she just needs to stop trying to be my family. I just – I can't even –"

"Hey," Percy soothes, "Man, it's okay, you just need to take a breath, okay? Just calm down, all you need to do is tell her you're not comfortable, yeah?" The teen breathes heavily through the other line.

"Yeah – yeah alright, I can do that."

"Good, now are you all right? Do you need a place to crash or…?" Percy asks hestitantly.

"No 'm fine."

"Okay."

"And Percy?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks – I – if I had a family, you'd – you'd be it." Nico says, obviously ucomfortable.

"I know." The other says fondly.

"Um, yeah, g'night."

"Night kid." Percy smiles lazily, tapping the end call button before sauntering back to Annabeth. Climbing under the covers he buries his face in her hair and breathes in the scent of strawberry shampoo. He wonders if he'll have a family in ten years, if he'll even be alive. If Nico will be able to let someone in.

"Seaweed?" Annabeth mumbles tiredly.

Percy tightens his grip around her waist, "Nothing Wisegirl, go to sleep, okay? I love you."

"Love you, too, Kelphead."

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