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The Choices we Make

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Two days after the war: confusion and guilt

 “I see now … You’re cute, but not my type”

Percy stared at Nico disbelievingly.

“I’m not your type … Wait. So-”

 So you don’t hate me?

“See you around, Percy” Nico interrupted “Annabeth”

Percy watched helplessly confused as Nico high-fived Annabeth before walking away to talk to Will.


“What is so confusing about this, seaweed brain? He used to like you, now he doesn’t. End of story!” Annabeth said, exasperated.

After walking around for confusedly for a while, they had decided to go to Percy’s cabin, where Percy had finally regained his senses enough to ask Annabeth what Nico meant.


“No, not end of story! How could he have a crush on me? I thought he hated me because I killed his sister! How can you hate somebody but have a crush on them at the same time? And more importantly, I- We-” Percy took a deep breath and calmed himself, before telling her what had been bothering him the most “We’re always holding hands, or kissing, or hugging, or some other couple-y thing! What if that was one of the things causing him pain? What if that’s why he doesn’t like spending time with us?” 

Annabeth’s eyes softened as she realized that Percy was feeling guilty. She sighed and said “Percy, maybe that used to be the case before. But you heard him. He doesn’t have a crush on you anymore. Instead of feeling guilty, don’t you think you should be spending time with him, now that he isn’t angry or resentful anymore?”

Percy smiled, reassured. “You’re right” he said determinedly “Come on, we can visit him in the Infirmary! I heard Will put him on bed rest.”

And with that, he walked out.

Annabeth frowned. Ever since the war, all of her time had been spent with Percy. She loved him, but she also needed some personal space. Knowing that if she told Percy he would feel guilty and stop spending time with her, she racked her brain for an excuse. The image of the brave roman praetor who had filled her mind for days came to


her mind almost immediately.

“You know what, you go ahead. I have to iris message Reyna about some stuff”

“Sure! See you later!” Percy flashed her that happy grin she loved seeing, before turning and heading to the infirmary. 



Nico smiled inwardly as Will fussed around him like a mother hen, making sure he was comfortable and asking him if he needed something every two minutes. He laid back, closing his eyes as he finally got to relax for the first time in what felt like years. Heck, maybe it was.

His eyes snapped open when he heard an unmistakeable voice say “Um, it looks like he’s resting. Should I come another time?”

He opened his and there he was, Percy Jackson leaning against the wall in front of his bed, looking at Will questioningly. Before will could answer, however, Nico asked bluntly “What are you doing here?”

Percy looked uncertain for a second, before a determined expression appeared on his face “I’m here to make up for lost time. You’re my friend, and we haven’t been able to spend time together at all. You shouldn’t have to be alone! So now that all the wars and drama is over, I’m going to spend time with you and actually get to know you. That is, if you want.”  Without giving Nico a chance to respond, he continued “I totally understand if you don’t want to, of course. I mean, you did hate me for a long time. Although apparently you also liked me? Still trying to figure that one out. Anyway, I think you don’t hate me anymore, but then again, I’ve never been too good at telling people’s emotions so I understa-”

 “Percy, it’s fine. I don’t mind,” cut off Nico, slightly amused at Percy’s rambling.

Looking relieved, Percy sat down on the seat next to Nico’s bed. Will left to attend to his other patients.

“So,” asked Nico, looking at Percy curiously “What did you want to talk about?”

Percy shifted in his seat, averting his eyes. In a guilty tone, he said “Firstly, I wanted to apologise for- for killing Bianca. You don’t seem mad at me anymore, but I figured I should apologise again before we become friends.”

Nico frowned. “Percy, you did not kill Bianca. She chose to sacrifice herself. Yes, I used to be resentful of you because of her death, but I’m over that. It wasn’t your fault,” He said firmly, before his tone softened a bit “Now, how about you tell me a bit about movies? I’m haven’t had any time to get caught up on the latest releases.”

Percy smiled at him, before his words sank in. “Oh. My. God.” He said, his eyes widening “You’re completely behind aren’t you? Oh, you poor, deprived soul! You can’t watch movies here, but you can listen to music! Hold on, I’ll go borrow Annabeth’s phone. You are going to love this!”

With that he dashed out yelling for Annabeth, leaving behind a bewildered son of hades. Nico groaned, letting his head fall back against the pillow as he closed his eyes.

What did I get myself into?’