I'll be honest. I suck at writing romance. Not one of my strongest points. I personally feel like there should be more plot to this. And while I will be writing about the crossover between the Kanes at some point, this chapter would be more of a filler. If you have any ideas for the plot, please do not hesitate to review. Because my archive is wearing thin. Not really. But still.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of Rick Riordan's works. Sad.

"Are you thinking something rude, Percy?" Bianca poked her head in the Poseidon cabin, and Percy sighed, putting his head on the table.

It had been almost a year since he had written his 'Greek Gods' book, under the anonymous alias of 'Rick Riordan'. The Mist did its wonders, even though the man did not actually exist.

(That was a joke. For story purposes, obviously. Please don't rage on me)

Though thinking on it, it could have been some help from the gods. Percy was pretty sure at least a few of them read it. Though he wasn't dead yet, so Percy took it as a good sign.

He wrote it, published it. He didn't check on it often, though a lot of copies were at the camp store for the new campers. He mostly forgot about how it dealt in the outside world. Percy thought it was the end of it.

But no! The publisher, who shall remain unnamed, wasn't done yet. He wanted another book, about the heroes of Ancient Greek! How was he supposed to write that?! He didn't have that much knowledge about ancient warriors, all the names floated around in his head, just avoiding capture when he tried to remember them.

Though, from past experiences, he did meet Daedalus, so he could write about his adventures with the Labyrinth and whatnot...and he did meet Otera too, albiet briefly. Oh, and Hercules. Sure, kinda a jerk, but he knew his fair share of his Labors. He had some knowledge of his namesake too...

No, no. There was no way he was writing another book! He was constantly terrified when he had to type it out (or rather, someone else had to type it out for him or it would have taken forever). And now this...this...upstart publisher wanted another one?!

"...maybe..."

She sighed, and sat down on his bed, ignoring the empty chip bags. "What is it?"

Percy pondered on whether to tell her. Of course he would. She could see through his lies anyway. "You know the Greek Gods book in the store that I wrote?"

Bianca nodded vigorously, a sudden smile appearing on her face. "Yeah, I read it. It was hilarious, by the way, Percy. You know, you might actually be a good comedy writer!"

"Uh..." He scratched his neck nervously. He didn't want to say no to that face. "Anyway, the publisher wants me to write another book. About greek heroes."

"So...what's the problem? Oh, let me guess. Your dyslexia? How the words float around the pages and makes it impossible to spell things?"

Percy nodded shamefully, staring at his hands. Was he selfish for wanting to blatantly refuse the offer? It would certainly help the history teachers, new campers, a lot of uneducated people.

"You know there's auto-correct, right?" Bianca leaned on the table playfully.

He scoffed. "Don't get me started on auto-correct. It never corrects the word to the right one!"

She laughed. "So, are you going to write it?"

"...do you want me to?"

"Does it matter if I want you to? It's your choice."

Percy stammered. "I-I just wanted another opinion." Oh, why, oh why did he sound so dumb around her! He was seventeen for goodness sake!

"But you already started." Bianca pointed at the device tentatively, like it would explode. She looked over his shoulder, and Percy felt a little less hope at the multitude of red dots under his typing.

"First of all, calling the publisher an upstart is unnecessary..." Bianca muttered, tinkering with the keyboard.

"It was easier with the Greek Gods one because of my personal experiences with them." Percy explained, only half paying attentions to her edits. "But I barely know any of the ancient heroes. Even if I were to write my knowledge about them, it would be dissatisfying."

She blinked, turning from the computer for a second. "Percy. You just used a five-syllable word!"

"Hey!"

Bianca giggled then sat down. "So you're worried that Greek Heroes is out of your knowledge pool?"

"Uh...yeah."

Bianca pondered on this. "Have you decided on who to write on?"

"A few. Perseus, my namesake, as such, Hercules, obviously, Jason, and a couple more." But Percy couldn't shake the feeling that it just wouldn't work. Merely recording the stories of them would be unnecessary, because any demigod could find that in a history book. The only reason he somewhat-maybe-possibly agreed to write the book was so demigods could see other heroes' hardships. A sort of...comparison. Because he knew a lot of them died horrible deaths.

"I have an idea." Bianca's eyes lit up. "What if we visited them?"

"Visited...?" Percy stared blankly.

She rolled her eyes. "In the Underworld."

"The Underwo–wait what?!"

"Think about it! We could visit them and actually get their perspective on their own adventures!"

Percy stared blankly once more. It might work. But the Underworld? Where his scary uncle and dead skeletons/souls presided? Where many, many monsters wanted his blood (cough, Alecto, cough)?

"Do you have a better idea?"

"It doesn't mean that's a good one!"

Unfortunately, Percy got a taste of his own pleading eyes medicine. His friends had described it as a baby seal. A good comparison he could come up with for Bianca's eyes was like an innocent child, pure and wide.

"But–"

"No buts! I can get us there! I lived there for a while, anyways."

"I'm not doubting your skills, Bianca," Percy sheepishly said, "But your father hates me. I don't think it's a good idea to–

Next thing he knew, Percy was grumbling as they walked down the staircase from the Door or Orpheus. "Why did I agree to this?"

"Shadow-traveling would have easier..."

"You're still recovering from the last one." Percy reminded her, chiding her. "This way's easier."

The path downward, was like always, dark and musty. Riptide let them see the path, but Percy still hesitated with each and every step. Annabeth had once told him something about fear (which he only half-listened to because he was distracted, and didn't really understand it either). It was something about the fear of the unknown.

Basically, if he couldn't see Hades ten feet in the dark in front about to stab him, then Hades was probably ten feet in the dark about to stab him.

Thankfully, he wasn't. They made it down, and Percy felt a jolt of deja vu. The last time he was here...he could still remember the sorrow, self-pity, and determination. Was Jason with him? His mind felt fuzzy. The memory was so focused on seeing Annabeth, he couldn't remember much else of it.

Speaking of Orpheus, Percy was starting to get a little uneasy being in front. It was paranoid, but what if Bianca vanished behind him? How would he know?

Grimacing, he pressed on. Percy was almost relieved to see the Styx at the bottom of the path. "Here we are. Now what?"

"Easy. We go to Elysium." Bianca cheerfully responded, and pointed. Even here, they could see the light and a glimpse of the green plains, happy laughter and joy emanated from there, even this far away (side note, they could also hear the wails and darkness from the fields of Punishment).

This cheered Percy up too. He had only been there once, and that time he was too dismayed to pay attention to it. That was where he wanted to end up. Preferably with all his friends.

It was surprisingly easy to get to Elysium. It was a brisk walk, and the guards didn't stop them once they saw the daughter of Hades. It was like a free pass through the Underworld. Even the terrifying skeleton pikemen guards in front of the Elysium border stepped back and allowed them in.

"It is so much more convenient with you here." Percy grinned, staring at the greenery and glades.

Bianca's smile faded, turning to Percy with a raised eyebrow. "Are you saying that I'm only useful for Underworld missions?"

Percy suddenly realized his mistake, speaking without thinking, and hastily, "What? No, that's not what I mean–I mean, you are useful, but not just–" noticing a slight upturn in her eyebrows, "maybe useful isn't a good word for this! Bianca, I just felt–"

Bianca halted his babbling with a raised hand, smiling suddenly at him. "Don't worry, Percy! I was just kidding."

He blinked, closing his mouth.

"Come on! Let's go find some heroes." She skipped away, her brown hair swaying in the air.

Percy snapped out of his stupor. Annabeth did very similar things. Something about keeping him on his toes. Sighing, he stared at the sun (or whatever the light came from in Elysium), thinking, 'why me?'

But he couldn't stop a small smile coming to his face as he caught up with Bianca.

"So, what hero do you think we should visit first?"

Percy thought about it. He didn't really like planning, and his patience was thin. So likely, the first hero he would meet be the first chapter.

How could he go wrong with his namesake? "Let's go find Perseus."

"Ah, your namesake."

"How are we supposed to find him?"

She smirked at him, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "I have an idea for that."

Percy stared curiously at her. He was no newcomer to supernatural powers. Himself had a lot. But the powers of Hades were many, and also generally obscure. But theoretically, Bianca probably could call spirits, right?

Wait, what was she doing?

Bianca was just...sitting. Cross-legged, silent, and with a brush of hair in her face that Percy resisted the urge to brush away. yeWhich meant Percy had to stand awkwardly for a minute or two.

Bianca's eyes opened, which Percy noticed quickly (as he was staring at her the entire time), and pointed west. Or was that west? Did directions even work in the Underworld?

"Over there."

A few hundred yards away, a pair were talking together, and they could hear the laughter from here. "That's Perseus?"

"And Andromeda, probably." Bianca nodded, getting up.

Jogging over to the past heroes, Percy wondered what to say to this guy. The Slayer of Medusa. The Avenger. How was he supposed to talk to this man?

Bianca must have sensed his hesitance, because she put her hand on his shoulder and said, "Don't worry about his heroism. You're a hero too, Percy. You don't need to feel inferior."

Percy took a deep breath, slightly comforted by Bianca's reassurance. Hopefully, this hero wouldn't be like Hercules. Maybe he would actually act like a hero. Or at least what most people thought of a hero.

The hero turned over to them as they approached, and Percy felt a shiver of deja vu. This, soul, looked uncannily like Jason. For some reason, Percy thought he would be similar to himself, but Perseus definitely showed off Zeus' genetics. Blond hair, pure blond, striking blue eyes, a face that looked like the surface of the sky, clear and happy for now, but Percy wondered how quickly it could cloud over.

"Hello." Percy greeted, hoping he sounded polite. He could already feel his heartbeat speeding up. It was so pressuring, talking to this hero. His namesake, the first slayer of Medusa.

Perseus blinked slowly. "You're not dead." A higher voice than Percy expected, in a sort of pleasant surprise. "How are you here?"

"That's...not important." Percy hesitated. How was he supposed to break this? Looking over to Andromeda, he immediately confirmed all of the rumors and myths (are myths myths if they're true?) about her beauty. Striking dark eyes, black hair, fair and unblemished skin, quite possibly the most beautiful woman of her time. "Um..." Percy didn't know what to say. Was he going to have to stand here awkwardly until someone broke the ice?

Bianca saved him. "I'm Bianca, daughter of Hades. And this is Percy, son of Poseidon."

"Poseidon?" Perseus' gaze immediately hardened. Percy winced. Of course. Poseidon sent Cetus to kill Andromeda. Perseus probably had a small grudge against him.

"Well, Poseidon is my father, and I won't defend his actions, but–" He grimaced internally. This was bad. Perseus' face did indeed cloud over like a thunderstorm, ready to burst. That is, until Andromeda took her hand in his.

"Perseus, my dear, it's fine. My mother had it coming to her anyways. Besides, it turned out all right."

Perseus relaxed, as did Percy. Bianca gave a small sigh of relief. "You're right." The hero focused on the pair. "Percy, is it?"

"Perseus, actually." Percy sheepishly (and somewhat cautiously) replied. "My mom named me after you because you were the only ancient hero that didn't die a horrid death."

He actually laughed, which took a lot of tension off Percy's shoulder. "I've heard that before. A son of Poseidon, and a daughter of Hades. Very interesting indeed. I should mention, Poseidon did help me before. When I was a baby, nailed in a box, Poseidon made little fish jump in so my mother and I had food to eat."

"Oh, wow! I mean, yeah, he's awesome like that."

Bianca nudged him, whispering, "Can you do that?"

"Heck if I know." Percy turned back to the hero, sitting down on a nearby bench. Man, Elysium was so convenient. "Speaking of your early life, can you tell us about your story, Perseus?"

"Story? Isn't there a legend of me, or something."

"I was looking for your personal perspective of it?"

"Oh. Sure, why not." Perseus tapped his chin, glancing at his wife for a moment, who looked politely confused. "Where should I start..."

"Maybe why you were born in a cell?" Bianca suggested.

"Ah yes. It was quite ironic, really. My grandfather, he–"

"So you were the one who sent Medusa back to Tartarus." Perseus exclaimed, just getting past the part where he slew Medusa, to which Percy chimed in on his own plight against the gorgon.

"Yeah. It was scary, though. She made it like turning into a stone was better than living."

"Perhaps it was, perhaps it was. The life of a hero is difficult." Perseus sighed, and Percy wholeheartedly agreed. "But in any case, I will admit that...I felt pity. Medusa was a mother. I signed up to kill a monster, not a pregnant woman."

Bianca nodded in sympathy, and Andromeda held her husband's hand slightly tighter, but Percy found it difficult to feel pity to a hideous monster that tried to kill Grover, Annabeth, and himself. Quickly changing the subject, he asked, "What about the statues?"

That definitely perked Perseus up. "Oh! I almost forgot. There were a lot of them, some with spears, swords, I think a stone javelin nearly impaled me, it was so dark there, but what was hilarious was that there was a really ugly man with just a loincloth."

Percy snorted, not expecting that at all. Just an image of a hairy caveman jumping at the gorgon was hilarious. "What was he trying to do?!"

"I dunno, maybe trying to be uglier than Medusa."

Maybe Percy did inherit something from Perseus, a hilarious sense of humor. He was also acutely aware of Bianca shaking her head in disgust, something very akin to Andromeda.

"Thanks for sharing! It was fun talking, Perseus, Andromeda."

"You're welcome." Andromeda smiled and nodded, before asking, "Why did you ask us though?"

"We're writing a book about the ancient heroes."

"Oh! Are the legends not enough?"

"We wanted something that the demigods of now could relate to."

Perseus nodded knowingly. "Well, glad we helped. Nice meeting you, Percy."

Percy concurred, and then they kept walking through Elysium. "Well, he was nice."

Bianca nodded. "Very carefree, like a demigod, like us."

"Mhmm. Who's next? I'm thinking Theseus, or maybe even Achilles–"

"No." Percy started. "I'm picking this time."

"But i'm writing–"

"I had this idea. It's my turn!" Bianca pouted, which Percy found really cute.

"Alright, alright."

She thought some more. "I think...Psyche."

So yes, Psyche is next. This is going in the chronological chapters in Heroes. I think this arc is really fun. Percy and Bianca, traveling to hear the stories from the heroes' themselves. It...would take a while, though. In the meantime, go check out my new story, Legacy of the Faded. THIS one i've actually planned out the plot line, which is sad, because I've been writing for years and never thought to do that until now...but I digress. Hope you enjoyed!

Again, check out Legacy of the Faded. Please?