(Au: This chapter takes place about a month after the boys fought Campe in Tartarus. I'm trying to catch up to the point they're at; we'll get there soon so you can get a update on how Jase and Charlie are doing!)

"So are we bringing him to Chiron or to Reyna?" Rose asked, her voice low and uncertain. She wasn't mad anymore. Rose didn't think there was a word to explain the emotion she was feeling. Her dad had been the one to bring Luke to camp, and he still felt responsible for what Luke did. Grover used to say he wished that Rose had gotten a chance to meet Luke before his mind was turned, or at least before he'd died. Grover once spent an entire afternoon talking about Luke. He stopped mentioning Luke after Rose commented that Luke sounded a lot like Jase. And Octavian was, well, Octavian. The idea that he knew something about Luke, who had been dead for over forty years, was insane. But they had to listen.

"We'll bring him to Camp Half Blood. Let Chiron decide what to do with him, maybe have Nico call Reyna or something," Casey decided. Octavian sneered at the sound of Nico's name.

At the entrance to Camp Half Blood, Casey knew something had happened. The border patrol didn't seem at all bothered that they were bringing in Octavian, they didn't seem to notice.

"What's going on?" Rose asked.

Nathan Gardner met them at the entrance. "About an hour ago all these giant monster things ran into camp. They don't seem to want to fight though. I'm glad your back. Maybe you can figure this out," he said to Casey. He smiled cheekily at the other two girls. "Hi, Rose. Hi, Katrina."

Kat rolled her eyes. Together, the four walked past the field and saw what the commotion was about. Casey couldn't see the grass in the field anymore. The entire thing was taken up by cyclops with hundreds of arms protruding from their bodies.

"The hundred handed ones? I thought they were all dead," Kat whispered. Percy was crouching beside one of them with Tyson. Annabeth was standing behind them with a look of constrained horror. Casey approached her mom

Annabeth jumped. She turned in surprise and hugged Casey. "You're back! I thought you said you'd be a few days." Annabeth didn't mention the argument they'd had, so neither did Casey. She shrugged and let her bag fall to the ground. Nathan picked the bag up, carefully brushing the dirt off and kneeing to aid the small weed it had crumpled.

"Didn't take as long as we thought. Found Octavian. How are the Hecatoncheires here?"

"You found Octavian? I thought he was dead!" Annabeth exclaimed.

Percy whipped around. "Casey! What did you say about-" he stopped when his eyes caught the prisoner's. "Octavian," he growled.

"Ok you can deal with him, I can deal with the monsters in our strawberry fields," Casey said. Percy nodded in a leader-like fashion, barely addressed his daughter as he walked by. He roughly grabbed Octavian's arm and marched him to the big house. Casey approached one of the Hecatoncheires.

"What are you doing here? Where have you been? How are you here? Where were you?" she interrogated.

Annabeth rolled her eyes and lightly pushed Casey out of the way. She crouched and stroked the giants cheek. "Are you ok?" she spoke gently.

"Jackson," the hecatoncheires said. Annabeth removed her hand and looked back at Casey.

"Uh, which one?" Casey asked sarcastically.

The giant looked up for the first time. It scanned the area, then shook its head. "Sing for me," another hecatoncheires said. "Cousins of Poseidon. Karaoke in Tartarus." It spoke nonsense. "Taxi, grandchildren of Poseidon, we, distinctly remember we, break you."

Casey threw her arms up and scoffed in anger. "That makes no sense! Why can't they just tell us what we want to know? What does this even mean?!"

Annabeth rested a hand on her daughter's shoulder. "Casey, calm down. They've been imprisoned for years. They're probably trying to tell us what happened, but their minds are too damaged. We just have to think about this."

"Think about what? It makes no sense!"

Annabeth's mouth dropped open slightly. A look of realization crossed her face, a look that most found dangerous but Percy found cute and Casey found hopeful.

"A cousin of the grandchildren of Poseidon. Singing. Sirens! Something about sirens!"

Casey tried not to look impressed. "And that tells us nothing. What else do you have?"

Annabeth stroked her chin in thought and began tapping her fingers against the hilt of her dagger. "Karaoke in Tartarus. That sounds like something only Leo would say. The hecatoncheires are related to the cyclops, they may have the same ability to repeat things."

"What's that have to do with Leo?"

"Maybe it wasn't Leo. Maybe it was Charlie. And maybe the Jackson was Jason Jackson."

As soon as Annabeth said her son's name, the hecatoncheires nearest to her looked towards the others. It opened its mouth, but the voice that came out wasn't its own.

"What are you doing? I can help you! My dad helped you, remember the Jackson guy? I'm a Jackson too! We're good guys! Charlie, where are you? Charlie!" It was Jase's voice. He sounded weak, panicked.

Leo ran around the corner, suddenly skidding to a stop when he saw what was happening. "Why did that cyclops just scream my son's name?"

There were tears running down Annabeth's cheeks. "That was Jase. It was quoting Jason! That means he's alive!"

"Or he was alive. Did you hear his voice when he was saying Charlie's name?" Casey said glumly. Her heart was pounding at the sound of her brother's voice. It had been six months since she'd last heard him. He sounded older. Much more scared, but so much more experienced too.

"What else did he say?" Casey screamed. She drew her sword and threatened the hecatoncheires. "What happened to him? When did this happen! What else did he say?!"

The hundred handed ones backed away in fear. The ground began to rumble, causing tiles to fall from a few of the cabin's roof's. Somebody grabbed Casey's shoulder and pulled her away.

"CJ, it's not worth it. They don't know anything, and you're going to cause them to trample the camp if you scare them any more," Nathan advised.

"You heard it, didn't you? It was him," Casey sniffed. Nathan and her had been friends for years. He knew her reaction to things was usually anger. Casey was his best friend, and it hurt him to see her like this. She seemed to broken. Jase had been the one to train both of them. They even got their own private classes. He knew how much Jase had meant to Casey, which is why she was so mad now. Nathan also knew that Jase would want him to help her now too.

"Yeah, I heard him. What did you notice about his voice?"

Casey hastily wiped the tears away from her eyes. "He sounded scared. Confused. Jase hates being confused."

Nathan offered a shy smile. "Everybody hates being confused. But I think I noticed a few more things than you. When Jase spoke, he didn't sound hurt. Maybe a bit dehydrated, but his voice was strong. He sounded determined."

Casey smiled, looking back at the hecatoncheires. "You're right. Thank you, Nate. It means a lot that you're helping me. Most people don't bother when I get all angry like this," she said in a short, reluctant moment of honesty. She was waving her hands around as if to demonstrate.

Nate blushed a pearly pink color. He rubbed his hands together and shuffled awkwardly. "Most people are just scared of you." He wasn't expecting Casey to be nice.

Casey raised her eyebrows. "And you're not?"

Nate's pink cheeks migrated into a bright red. "What? No, of course not! I mean, a little? I guess, well, I don't know; do you want me to be?"

Casey just laughed and shook her head. She grabbed Nathan's hand. "Come on, we're going to see what's happening to Octavian. I need to tell Dad what happened," Casey shouted. Nathan hesitantly followed, dragged by a very eager Casey Jackson.

"Wait, Octavian? That seems like a terribly unsafe idea!"

Octavian was locked in makeshift cell in the basement while everybody else decided what to do with him. He refused to say anything more about Luke, but that was to be expected.

"There's a jail in New Rome. We could put him there and have him serve out a sentence," Kat suggested.

"We could send him back to the mortal world?" Rose said.

Casey, taking her place as head of the Athena cabin, shook her head. "No, he knows the location of both camps, and he wants to create an army. He's preparing for something. We need to find out what."

The cabin leaders plus Percy and Annabeth sprout ideas back and forth for over an hour. Nothing as delicate as this had come up since planning Oscar Jackson's baby shower, therefore all the cabin leaders were there. Except for the Poseidon cabin. His chair sat empty. Percy should have taken his place but he didn't.

Chiron coughed to stop the conversation. "We will send Octavian to the Jupiter prison in the morning. Until then, everybody get some rest. It's been a long day."

Nathan bumped Casey's arm encouragingly as they trekked to the cabins. "Hey, I heard the Hunters are coming in tomorrow. I bet that means Capture the flag. Wanna make a battle plan or something?" he suggested.

Casey shrugged and kicked a rock. "Not in the mood."

Nathan nodded in understanding. "Yeah, I figured. I'll wake you up when the hunters get here tomorrow morning."

Casey smiled. "Thanks, Nate."

AU again: How do you guys want the reunion (if there is a reunion:)) between Tartarus boys and the outside world to go? I'm open to suggestions!