First off, let me just say that you, the readers, saved this story. What's better, you also helped to make it better. This thing was almost a forced, cheesy, poorly written bog standard sequel. With any luck, it won't be that way now. SO I thank you all. You're the best readers I could ask for.

I know when I dissappeared back in...a while ago, I said i would update this daily. Well, the steps that wuold be necessary for that to happen cannot be taken. But i figured I'd kept you all waiting long enough, so here it is! Jacob Jackson's second great adventure!

To any and all new readers! Welcome to my world. Both my PJO AU and the world I inhabit, one filled with time traveling zombies, cyborg sidekicks, and lethal girlfriends. Yeah. You learn to like it.

Percy's POV

I watched as the last remnants of the monster dust was taken away by the wind, and it felt like the wind had taken the sky off my shoulders. I actually dropped Riptide, letting it clatter to the floor. I dropped to my knees a second later then promptly fell flat on my face. A light could of dust briefly jumped up before slowly drifting back down to the ground.

"Percy?" If it had been anyone else calling out to me, I'd have ignored it. But instead, I pushed myself back up to my hands and knees, and warily looked up to my wife. Blonde, battle whipped hair with patches of blood and monster dust fell from her head, and I remembered the day she'd died in front of me.

The very thought of the memory sent shivers running through my body. The bullet tearing into her, that one soldier just doing what he thought was right. But she was here now once again, thanks to the son of Hades currently dusting his own self of monster remains.

And that son of Hades just happened to be married the woman who'd saved them all as well. Mrs. di Angelo examined her shield, which shone with the face of Medusa, and felt the dent in it. Even with the grit of battle, cuts and scrapes, and her tattered clothes and mussed up hair, she looked incredible. Nico was a lucky man.

"Percy?" But I was even luckier. Annabeth Jackson reached out a hand to help me up, which I grudgingly accepted. Nothing personal, I just don't want to look weak in front of the others. I am our fearless leader after all.

"I'm fine," I assured her, and my knees nearly buckled before I caught myself. She gave me a look that said You were saying? "…pay no attention to that."

Annabeth smirked. "You may have to distract me a little…"

I smiled, taking the hint. But before I could close the gap between our lips however, Travis cleared his throat louder than I would have thought possible. Annabeth and I turned to him in time to see Thalia and Nico pull away from each other. I guess we all forgot Travis is still single and doesn't exactly enjoy his various friends making out in front of him.

"Sorry buddy," Nico laughed. "We'll find a good girl for you yet."

Travis quake in fear at the thought of Nico setting him up with anyone. I just laughed at the thought, letting the happiness come and go before turning to the situation at hand. Mortals were scattered here and there moaning in pain. At least three cars that I could see were overturned. Two of them had live occupants. The third…didn't.

"Help now," I instructed. "Flirt later."

Nico, Thalia, and Annabeth all let out a varied degree of a sigh. Travis didn't have a single complaint. The five of us spread out through the streets, helping who we could even as many cursed our existence. I got another bruise from some woman who kept screaming, "Don't touch me! Get the hell away from me! I'd rather die than take help from you freaks!" It's perfectly natural for people to hit someone trying to save them from the sixty pound slab of concrete that was crushing them.

Yeah, I really hate Queens. Polls put it as the most anti-demigod hub on the planet...which is why The Pit had so graciously decided to round up as many monsters as they could and set them loose in the center of the place.

The sheer, tangible hate of the people is why we'd decided to leave the kids of Camp Half-Blood out of this and take care of it ourselves. The Pit had to be running out of monsters to sic on us, right? Sooner or later they'd have to face us, and then things would even out.

The Pit. They'd started out as a small, rag tag group of evil half-bloods who didn't return to Olympus once Kronos had fallen. Then, they collected a couple of rejects who hated their parents and wouldn't mind killing some of us. Then my son and some of his buddies beat the living snot out of all of them, and they decided they needed another numbers boost. So they kidnapped three quarters of the new generation of demigods, and trained them to hate the gods. All in all, The Pit now outnumbered us by a lot.

And they kept us on our toes with monster attacks and secret plots to give them more advantages, including the ultimate one. You see The Pit had, through a one of those plots mentioned earlier, freed the ancient god and former ruler of the universe Uranos. The ultimate power. Only problem is, he's gone insane to the point where all that seems to be on his mind is complete and total destruction. Which is why The Pit can't let him loose…yet. They've tried rebuilding Uranos's shattered…everything in a variety of ways. Too many to go into at the moment.

When the clean-up was said and done, the five of us left the hostile territory and headed to the "safety" of Camp. If nothing else, Annabeth and I could visit Jacob (And it was a great day to anyway). I wonder what he's doing right now…

A little shorter than I would've liked, but maybe I'm wrong. What is Jacob doing? How about his friends? The Pit? More importantly, how long has it been since Sins of the Fathers? All will be revealed in Chapter two. Or three. Or ten.

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