Hi! This is my first fan fiction, and it's kind of bad. I haven't really written anything yet, so this isn't a great story. This is just the first chapter. If people seem to like it I'll write more. Feel free to give me your support, or say it sucks, I'm okay with either. Anyway, fan fiction is about what would happen if Jason and Piper fell into Tartarus instead of Percy and Annabeth. So here it goes!

Darkness. An endless hole. Everything washed in red. That was the only way Jason could describe the Pit of Tartarus. If not for the wind in his ears, he wouldn't have even known he was falling. Below him was blackness. It looked like the ground had been covered in tar. But it's not the ground Jason thought. He looked up, and saw the silhouette of Leo, frozen in his position, his mouth open in shock, with one hand wielding a hammer and the other reaching out to the edge of the pit. Just like everything else, Leo's skin and clothes were red. Jason didn't know if the blood-colored smoke was creating an illusion, or if his fevered brain was making the illusion by itself. The only thing he knew was that it wasn't really Leo up there. Jason couldn't tell how long he'd been falling. He had been unconscious when he fell, and just woken up with an ache in his head, his sword in his scabbard, free-falling into what he thought was an ocean full of ink. He looked at his surroundings again, and felt like something cold was crawling around in his stomach. His hands started shaking uncontrollably, and his throat contorted as he started to panic. Jason had been in frightening situations before, but waking up in the Pit of Tartarus plummeting towards your certain demise? This took the cake. He tried to summon wind, but to no avail. He shot out a lasso of wind to catch a vente, but there were no wind spirits around. His lasso would have been too feeble anyway. The pit seemed to suck the power and energy right out of Jason. Or maybe he was just falling too fast. He was about to call it quits, until he heard a voice. "Jason?" someone called from below him. Jason's heart missed a beat.

"Pipes?" he shouted back, his voice hoarse.

"Jason!" she yelled back, sounding like she was torn between laughing and crying. "I'm down here!"

Jason squinted downward. If he looked hard, he could just see a faint outline of something, presumably Piper.

"I'm coming!" he called. I might not be able to go up using the winds he thought. But what about down? He called on the winds again, using every ounce of strength he had. He tucked his head in between his hands, put his hands together like he was about to dive into a pool, and commanded the winds to push him downward. The winds obeyed, and with a burst of wind that felt like standing on a geyser but upside down, he shot towards Piper. Her silhouette came into closer view and Jason ordered the winds to stop. Now inches away from her, Jason reached out and pulled Piper closer to him. He could feel her trembling. She pressed her face into his shoulder. Jason was suddenly reminded of the first time they met, when Jason had stupidly plunged off the Grand Canyon to save Piper, before they knew they were demigods. Jason had to smile at the irony. Jason had saved Piper from splattering on the Grand Canyon floor and had held her close when he caught her. Now, they were living almost the exact same moment again, except this time they were in Tartarus. And this time Jason couldn't save them. Piper lifted and stared into his eyes. Jason did the same, gazing into her kaleidoscope eyes that never ceased to amaze him.

"Jason, can you fly us out of here?" she asked, the hope in her voice fading by the end of the sentence. He shook his head.

"I can fly us downward, but the momentum we're falling at and the presence of Tartarus is too strong," he answered, not looking her in the eyes. He didn't want to see her expression when she realized it was hopeless.

"So...is this it? Is this the end?" she said softly. He took a deep breath.

"I guess it is. But on the bright side, no more monsters," he answered, trying to make a joke out of it.

"No more weapons," she replied.

"No more prophecies."

"Or annoying gods."

"Or Gaea."

They both laughed weakly. Death wasn't fun, no matter what angle you looked at it. Jason rested his head on Piper's shoulders. Piper did the same. Summoning the wind had taken all of his energy, which hadn't been much in the first place. He looked around the pit one last time, and closed his eyes, for what Jason thought would be the way they would stay for eternity.