"So, what's good here?" He asked the curvy, female, bar tender. He was sitting in some small musty pub on the edge of Boston. He wasn't too sure what made him think to go into this pub. He had been living in Boston for the last four years and had never given it a second look. But he did today, and suddenly, he was sitting on a bar stool, unsure of how he really got there. His ADHD did that to him sometimes, and it could be a real pain in the ass.

The bar tender looked around at him. Her hair was about as red as the stripes on the American flag, and obviously unnatural. Brown roots were poking out of the top of her head, making the dye job even more obvious.

She looked at him. She remembered every face that ever walked through the doors and sat down, she might not have remembered their names (or ever known them at all) but she always remembered the faces. There also weren't a lot of new customers that came in; it was usually the same twelve sad daytime drunks, and five divorced men in their forties looking for a cheep date. But he had never been there before, but she knew him. She defiantly knew him.

"So, what's good here," He repeated himself. She was shaken from her thoughts and told him, "I make a pretty good Bloody Mary," She told him.

"But what if I wasn't talking about drinks?"

"Well, then you better start talking about drinks and order one, before I throw you out." She said with attitude.

"I'll have a Bud Light, draft." He told her. "And your phone number,"

She got him his drink and on a bar napkin wrote: (617) 742-5533

He was feeling lucky, until he tried to call her the next day and found out the hard way that the number she gave him was really the number for FBI Boston, and he nearly got arrested.

Nikki had been working in the Dublin Pub for the last year, before then she had waitressed at various different restaurants thought Boston just to pay for collage. When she tells people she went to collage in Boston, the think Harvard. Then they are disappointed when they find out she is an Art Major who graduated from Boston Collage. Nothing that fancy.

It was rare that new people came into the pub. It was run down and carried the permanent smell of stale cigarette smoke in the air, nothing much from the outside and not one for the guidebooks.

So when someone she hadn't seen in the pub before walked in, she was surprised. When she thought she recognized the face, she was even more surprised. But she couldn't put a finger on where he knew him from, so she put it to the back of her mind; telling herself she was crazy.

Nico wasn't sure what drew him to the pub. He had been living in Boston for four years and passed it almost every day, and not once did he go in. Maybe it was because during collage he was working so hard to get a degree in Forensic Science, and now that school was done he just had time to look at old, rundown pubs.

The bar tender looked familiar, but he couldn't place her face. She was curvy, not a twig, he liked that about her right away. Her hair was bright red, another thing he liked. He thought he got lucky when he got her number. He wasn't so lucky when he was almost arrested by the people he was trying to get employed by.

Nico went back to The Dublin Pub the next night, and the girl was still working there. She was kneeling on the ground organizing the bottles of wine, vodka, and gin. The person working there before her didn't put them back in alphabetical order, something that drove Nikki insane.

"You think you're pretty damn smart don't you?" He asked her. Nikki turned her head to face him.

"What makes you think that?" She asked Nico sweetly.

"You almost got me arrested," Nico said, distain in his voice.

"Oh, that." Nikki said standing up and turning to face him.

"Yeah, that" Nico said angrily.

"Well, you didn't get arrested. So I don't feel bad." She told him, as she turned around to get back to her alphabetizing.

"Any normal person would,"

"You'll learn fast that I'm not a normal person," Nikki said as she grabbed a bottle of scotch and poured two glasses, one for her and one for Nico.

"Here," she said sliding the drink over to him, "on the house if it will get you to shut up. I'm Nikki by the way,"

"Nico," He said taking a long sip of his drink. "You look familiar, do I know you from somewhere?"

Nikki tried to concentrate, she had defiantly seen him somewhere before. "Did you go to a summer camp on Long Island. You know that one with the strawberry fields?" She asked finally.

Nico nearly chocked on his drink, "You're a half blood?" Nico yelled.

"Can you say that a little louder? I don't think every monster in the city heard you," Nikki told him, looking around to see if anyone was looking at them.

"Sorry, what cabin are you from?"

"Nemesis, you?"

"Hades,"

They didn't talk for a while; Nico just kept ordering drinks and Nikki brought them to him. By eleven, Nico was ready to leave but not ready to drive. He tried to stand, but stumbled and had to grab to the edge of the bar to keep from falling. Nikki ran out from behind the bar to help him up, "Let me drive you," She told him, draping his arm around her shoulder to help him keep his balance.

"N-n-n-ooo, I'llll beeee fiiiiinnnne," Nico stuttered and slurred out.

"Do you want to get arrested for real this time? No I'm taking you home." Nikki told Nico as they walked out of the bar, Nico stumbling the whole way.

When they finally got to Nico's apartment, she had to help him up five flights of stair because the elevator hadn't worked in three years. Nico almost threw up on the third flight, but pulled himself together.

When she got the door open, Nico switched on the lights and a bright glow of artificial yellow light flooded the room, reveling a less-than clean closet sized apartment.

"Well, goodbye," Nikki told him as she turned back to the hallway.

"Wait," Nico said grabbing her arm. She turned around to face him. He looked as if an important thought had just escaped him. Then he suddenly grabbed her and pinned her against the doorframe. She was shocked by his sudden forcefulness "Just wanted to say goodbye. Goodbye,"

Nico didn't move to let Nikki leave. She just stood there, him inches from her face; she was nearly intoxicated herself with his scent of alcohol. "Does me wanting to fuck you make this awkward?" Nico asked her.

Nikki smiled and looked at him, "I don't have time for anything romantic right now." She told him.

"So nothing romantic then."

"Nothing romantic," she agreed as they closed the space between them.

When Nikki woke up the next morning she had one of those "Where am I moments," when you wake up in a place that isn't your bed. After looking around the memories of last night came back to her. She rolled over and sure enough, Nico was lying there, sprawled out like a child. Gently and quietly Nikki got back in to her rumpled cloths from the night before and left.

When Nico woke up his head was pounding, his mouth was dry, and his cloths were off. He rolled over expecting to see Nikki, but he was alone. "I'm pretty sure there was a hot girl here a few hours ago…" Nico said aloud to himself. His eyes then fell onto a post-it note left on his bedside table. He grabbed it and tried to read it. His dyslexia had gotten better over the years, but the hangover wasn't helping anyone.

After a few minutes, he finally figured out what it said, "Nico, that was fun. We should do it again sometime." Then Nikki had written her number, her real number and signed her name in a simple print. "PS:," The back of the note read, "enjoy your hangover. I suggest a lot of water and herbal tea,"

As soon as Nikki opened the door to the apartment, after having to walk back to the bar to get her car, her flamboyant gay brother who shared the apartment greeted her. "What's the word humming bird?" He asked. "Have fun last night?"

She looked at him in mock confusion, "I don't know what you mean."

"Oh please," he said walking over to her, "Winkled clothing, smudged mascara," He grabbed her bag and opened it, "wadded up panties in your purse," Dane dangled them off his pinkie finger and Nikki grabbed them back quickly.

"Shut it."

"So, did you have fun?" He asked walking into the kitchen and pouring her a glass of orange juice.

"Yeah, but I had to leave this morning,"

"Things in his apartment weren't alphabetized?" Dane joked.

"You know," she said walking over to the medicine cabinet and taking out a small orange container of pills, "after twenty three years, you think you would stop making fun of my OCD."

"No, that'll never happened my poor obsessive compulsive sister,"

"Fine, then I'll never stop teasing my poor stereotypically gay brother,"

"Speaking of you stereotypically gay brother: he was cast as Corny Collins in 'Hair Spray.' You know not that you would care of anything,"

"You're so full of yourself. But congratulations Mr. Collins,"

"You know, why don't you try auditioning with me sometime instead of spending all of your time painting. Come and join a musical it'll be fun,"

"No," she said flat out, walking over to one of her paintings on the wall and adjusting it so it wasn't so crooked.

"Why?"

"Because I can't sing without making dogs bark,"

"So tell me about this guy," Dane said, changing the subject completely. He knew this drove Nikki crazy, so of coarse he had to do it often. Nikki just sighed and smiled; she honestly wasn't too sure how she felt about it. "Nikki's got a boyfriend," Dane said poking her arm repeatedly, attempting to bother her as much as possible.

"There is nothing romantic,"

"Oh it's one of those. Well, when this ends in tears I get to say 'I told you so,"

"It's not going to end that way. I'm not even sure if I'm ever going to talk to him again."

But she did. He called her that morning, their conversation didn't last long. Nico didn't called back until two and half months later; Nikki had almost forgotten about him. She was a rebound for some girl he hadn't dated for very long. She didn't mind, there was nothing romantic about it.

But there was. Soon things turned very romantic. Their 'meetings' became more frequent; once a month, twice a month, once a week. They started talking; he saw her art and got some of it into his friend's gallery. He found out about her OCD and she found out about his sister. It went on like this for eleven months. They still swore there was nothing romantic…

…until Nikki went out one night to dance with Nico. Not with him, with him. Just as someone to go with. Or that was all until Nico hit the guy she was dancing with in a fit of jealousy. That led for an angry car ride home.

"I can't believe what you did!" Nikki yelled as she stormed into her apartment, Nico at her heals.

"I don't know why I did that!"

"Yes you do! Face it Nico, this has become a lot more than just sex to you!"

"Maybe it has!"

"Me too!"

She tuned and kissed him with all the passion that had been held back in the past eleven months. They backed up, not parting from each other; they fell backward onto the couch still not parting.

Dane walked in the apartment, then quickly left. He slept in the hall that night.

Nikki woke up on lying on her side on her couch, Nico's arm around her. The smallest move would cause her to fall to the ground, but Nico's arm kept that from happening. It also kept her from getting up or moving at all. With great difficulty, managed to turn her around so she was facing Nico, waking him up in the process.

"So, nothing romantic?" she joked.

"Oh, nothing at all," He said sarcastically. Nikki landed forward and kissed him, he kidded back in a way they didn't before. There was something more passionate about that simple kiss. There wasn't just lust or repressed feelings; there was something more than lust, but less than love. Likelike, Nikki concluded. I defiantly likelike him.

Only one thing could ruin a perfect moment like this; an older brother. "Can I come in now?" Dane yelled from outside the door. Nikki and Nico jumped in shock.

Dane didn't wait for the answer and entered the apartment. "Where were you?" Nikki asked.

"I. Slept. In the. Hallway!"

"Well why did you do that?" Nikki asked.

"Because I've had to listen to this little thing you guys have for the last eleven months, I didn't want to have to witness it too."

"You are such a child,"

"So…" Dane started, ignoring Nikki's pervious comment, "do I get to tell you 'I told you so'?"

"No," Nikki told him, "that's only if it ends in tears and it hasn't ended in tears yet."

"Yet?" Nico asked, looking at her.

"I can't see the future, can you?" Nikki said smugly. Nico just shrugged.

Two years later, Nico made reservations at the Union Oyster House for two. He and Nikki sat in the dark upstairs part in a booth. The spent the dinner laughing and talking about everything they could think of. Nico was a bit distracted, though by two things: 1) how nice she looked in the dimly lit restaurant and 2) the ring that kept getting heavier in his pocket.

After dinner, they walked along the edge of the water. Being surrounded by so much water use to make Nico nervous, but he got over it after spending six years in the city; he had actually come to enjoy it.

As they walked, Nico took her hand, she didn't mind. He slipped the ring into her hand then pulled his away. She opened the palm of her hand and looked that the ring then at him. He shrugged not saying anything; she shrugged too and put the ring on her finger.

They didn't have time for anything romantic, at least, not until they got home.

Oh hey you with the… angry face? Wait, what date is it? Twenty third of Octob-oh wow. Hehe, yeah hi. Sorry it's been so long; I've spent the last two months looking for Melody Pond. Does anyone get that? Any way…

That was the last chapter of this story, but there is going to be a wedding series, but that might take a while. But it's going to happen (I already have the dresses picked out)

I've decided that the 100th reviewer gets to pick the first pairing that I write a wedding for. So congratulations HyperJuggernaut you have until Friday, October 28 to claim your prize. 110th review gets to do the 2nd one and so on and so forth. It has to be a pairing that was in this story (except Leo and Khione) and yes, Connor and Lou will get a legit wedding, so you can pick them. IF YOU REVIEW ANONYMOUSLY OR HAVE PMS TURNED OFF IT WON'T COUNT! But I need first dance songs. The only ones I have songs for are: Percy and Annabeth, Will and Nyssa, Harp and Alex, and Melisa and Leo. So please submit your songs!

Sorry to everyone who submitted OCs. I didn't want to use them because if I used one everyone else would turn into giant squids of anger. I also didn't want to risk screwing up the OC; honestly I looked through them all and decided this was best. But if you submitted ideas or OCs, you can still write a proposal for them, this idea isn't copyrighted. I'll only get mad if you write a series of proposals.

Thanks to all of my awesome readers! There is a poll on my page, go vote for your top three chapters (please go by writing and NOT who your favorite pairing is!) Mine would probably be, Chris and Clarisse, Katie and Travis, and Autumn d Pollux.