At Camp, there was no word from the Prophecy of Seven, or their children. But Grover knew something was wrong. After Annabeth and Percy fell into Tartarus, Grover's empathy link with Percy had been unreliable. But as Percy and Annabeth were falling, Grover had the feeling of dread, every feeling Percy felt. And it was horrible.

But it was nothing compared to when Jase fell. Grover had been walking across a meadow at Camp when the feeling of loss struck him. He dropped the ground, clutching his head. The guilt was overwhelming and the fear paralyzed him completely. Juniper found him a few minutes later and brought him to the infirmary. The doctors there could do nothing. When asked what was wrong, everybody in the room froze when Grover responded with,

"Percy! Something's wrong with Percy!"

Chiron was called. The head of every cabin was summoned to the infirmary where Grover was sitting across the bed with a steady stream of tears. When asked to elaborate, Grover said, "I don't know! But it's worse than Tartarus,"

He hadn't meant to worry anybody, but he didn't have enough control over his emotions to contain himself.

"What could be worse than falling into Tartarus?"

As the moment passed, dread filled Grover from head to hoof. Annabeth. What if something had happened to Annabeth? Percy would be devastated. Grover felt his own fear and jumped from the bed to run to the nearby fountain.

"We need to contact Percy," he insisted. Nobody disagreed. A rainbow was made, and Percy was called. It was a full 45 seconds before Grover's best friend finally came into view.

"Percy!" Grover bleated in relief. Percy didn't look up. He didn't even react. He was sitting in a cabin in the Argo, his hands completely still in his lap.

"Percy, what happened?" Katie Gardner asked slowly.

"Is Annabeth ok?" somebody else added. Percy closed his eyes, the first sign of movement. Grover felt his stomach churning in worry. He wasn't sure if it was his or Percy's.

"He's gone," Percy's voice was low and hoarse as if he'd been screaming or crying. "My boy is gone."

Murmuring went through the cloud in speculation of what had happened. The door opened and Annabeth sat down next to Percy. Jason sat on the other side of him and set a hand on his shoulder, sending a warning look towards the iris message. Terror filled Percy's eyes for just a moment, only long enough for Grover to see.

"Where's Jase?" He heard the words coming from his mouth before he could censor himself. Annabeth shook her head, unable to say it. Grover could hear Casey crying from somewhere in the Argo.

"Tartarus," Jason Grace answered. The group, as if pushed by an invisible force, took a collective step back. Kaitie gasped and grabbed Travis's arm instinctively and her hand flew to her mouth.

Chiron remained perfectly still, much like Percy. "We will alert the Camps," he said quietly. Percy nodded and buried his head in Annabeth's lap. Jason looked sadly at the pair before swiping his hand through the Iris message.

Nobody spoke. The news was the worst they'd gotten in since Percy and Annabeth's plunge. Chiron left the room to gives news to the entire camp of kids waiting outside.

The first one to cry was a young Ares boy, about nine years old. He arrived at Camp when he was six, all alone and scared. Jase had been the one to find him and help him through the border. There was no shame in crying in a time like this, especially for a child who lost somebody they cared for. But the older demigods had been through this before, the feeling that overcame them was familiar. When the news of Percy and Annabeth's fall came to Camp, the entire demigod population was devastated. But now it was their son, one whom most of these demigods had grown up with or seen grow up.

Grover was high on Ambrosia and still had a few stray tears slipping down his face. Jason and Piper had called back a few minutes later and told them they were heading back to camp, but they weren't in a particular rush so it might be awhile. They also explained what had happened.

"He jumped in? For some random kid?" Conner had a hard time understanding. Piper sighed and pressed her fingertips to her temples.

"Charlie wasn't- isn't just some random kid. He's Leo's son, and Jase's friend. You know his fatal flaw; he wasn't going to let a friend of his fall into Tartarus alone, especially if his friend has no training and didn't know the Greek world had even existed," she explained.

"So not only is Jase in Tartarus, he has to babysit while he's there?" Conner closed his eyes. "I'm sorry, that was crossing a line."

Conner had trained Jase since he was about two-years-old. Not in sword fighting or lava climbing walls or monsterology. Conner had taught Jase how to play tag. He'd taught Jase how to prank, the basics of organizing a school locker, the importance of showing your family the love you have for them. He taught Jason the highlights of being a kid. And now that kid who Conner was determined to give a normal life had jumped into the deepest pits of hell. He was never going to be a kid again.

Piper and Jason were obviously upset by Conner's outburst.

"Jase is strong, he'll be ok. He didn't mean to do anything bad, he didn't mean to hurt anyone by leaving, he's a good kid, a good son. But if no one will take his side after he took the fall, who will believe in him enough to come back? Have faith in Jase, Conner. He's strong. He'll do anything he can to get back." (AU: If you understood that reference, we are now friends.)

Conner only nodded. He didn't have any words left. His brother lead him away, knowing the conversation might as well be over. Piper ended the Iris message.

"Pipes, we have got to get him back," Jason said.

"I know, but there's nothing we can do. There are no doors of death that we can meet them at. No matter how much research we do, we can't help. Even if we do find a way to escape Tartarus, there's no way to tell Jase. We just have to trust him." Piper took her husband's hand and he gently placed his hands on her waist.

"What if it was Katrina or Jonathan?" he said.

Piper stiffened in his grip. She felt herself being thankful that Kat and Jon were ok, then felt guilty. She had no right to be grateful that her children were ok if it meant somebody else's child and somebody else's family had to go through the pain.

"Jase could have been the first to leave. He was in the front of the line. But he made sure he got everybody else out first. He let Kat and Jon pass, when he could have easily gone first. If he hadn't made them go first, it might have been them," Jason said. Piper held him tightly in her embrace, urging him not to think about it.

"We both know Jase is capable. Percy and Annabeth raised him well. He's the oldest, he's spent his whole life taking care of others. Let's just hope he remembers to take care of himself to."

AU: SORRY I HAVEN'T UPDATED, I'M AT EMERALD CITY COMICON IN SEATTLE AND I'VE BEEN SUPER BUSY :) :D :)