Darkness in the Deepest Waters

When a simple mission for Jason and Percy goes horribly wrong, Jason ends up fighting for his and life Percy is forced to keep everything together. Just an excuse for hurt!Jason really. There is not near enough of these out here. I think all the Jason lovers agree with me :)

A/N Hey guys! Here is the second chapter! I hope you enjoy!

Percy was officially freaked out. It had been over ten minutes and no matter what he tried Jason still wouldn't wake up. He was seriously considering swimming back to camp and dragging Jason along, but that would put the latter in more danger, seeing as the unknown sea monster was still out there.

He honestly had no idea what to do. If he did nothing he was absolutely positive that the effect would be disastrous. On the other hand, if he did do something, there was no telling if it would cause something even more harmful- or worse, kill him.

The son of Poseidon was almost considering dumping Jason in the water and dragging him back himself, ignoring the consequences because he was so desperate when Jason just jerked up and started coughing.

"Wha-," Percy broke off, too confused and surprised to even form a comprehensible sentence. "H-How?"

Jason was still coughing violently, and his eyes were screwed tightly shut, but between coughs, he still managed a: "H-H...How... W-What?"

Percy shook his head as if to shake off the shock. "You could have almost died, seeing as you weren't responding and all you can say is 'how, what?"

Jason looked as if he was going to say something, but instead, his eyes widened and he started struggling to roll over onto his side. Percy somehow managed to realize what he was trying to do, and grabbed Jason's side, helping him move.

Jason leaned over the edge of the rock and vomited.

Percy winced with empathy as he saw the dark red color that covered a small space at the top of the water. He knew that definitely wasn't a good sign, as well as the fact that Jason sounded like he was struggling to grasp a breath, and he looked in pain for sure.

Percy felt awful because he didn't know what to do, or any way to help Jason. He just rested his hand lightly on Jason's shoulder in an attempt to provide some comfort.

Jason was pressed flat against the rock, knuckles white as he gripped the side, and tiredly leaned his head on the edge, seemingly out of breath.

His leg was still bleeding profusely, the makeshift bandage Percy had made with his arm sleeve while Jason was passed out was almost completely bled through.

Jason rolled over onto his back, and just laid there.

"Look, Perce," Jason spoke softly, shifting so his weight wasn't fully on his bad leg. "Just swim back to camp. Avoid swimming in the way of the monster. Try to get some help."

Percy glared at Jason. "If you think for a second that I am actually going to leave you alone here then you are horribly wrong."

Jason sighed, exasperated. "What do you suggest we do? It's not like we can like whistle for help or something."

Percy smirked. "Actually…"

Jason's eyes narrowed. "What, can you actually whistle?"

"I'm a New Yorker!"

"So? What, can you do one of those stereotypical taxi cab whistles or something?"

Percy put his fingers in his mouth and created a piercingly loud whistle, louder than Jason thought was humanly possible.

"I'm impressed," Jason acknowledged softly and promptly passed out.

Coincidently, a pegasi class had been flying nearby and had heard Percy's whistle. Jason had been carried back to camp via pegasi, and he had been rushed to the infirmary.

Afterward, while he was healing, Percy took to spending his days and nights in a chair by Jason's bedside.

A few campers had walked by and saw the sleeping demigods, and chose not to mention anything.

Regardless, the entire camp found out, and Piper brought a camera.

Needless to say, there was a new picture hanging in the big house that night.

A/N Hope you liked it! I'm currently working on another one-shot so expect it up soon.

Peace out y'all!

~Elyse