Tartarus: Jercy Style- Fanfiction

Sorry if I got some facts wrong, don't flame me...

If you recognize some parts of HoH in this fanfiction,

it's because I borrowed some of Uncle Rick's writing.

All I did was paraphrase a little in those parts that you recognize,

The entire story is not his writing, most of it is my words by the way.

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Yes, this little author's note was copied and pasted

but the note at the bottom is new I think, should be new

Summary: What if Jason saved Annabeth when she was beginning to fall in Tartarus? What if Percy and Jason closed the Door's of Death together? Follow Jason and Percy as they conquer Tartarus together. Slight Pairing (JasonXPercy). Spoilers for MoA and HoH. Rated T.

Warning: Violence.

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO or HoO

In the last chapter

"The demigods have united!" Jason yelled. "You'd better think twice if you want to attack us! Romans and Greeks will fight you together! You don't stand a chance! You will be defeated!"

The empousai backed up nervously, hissing,"Romani."

We then showed our SPQR marks-the brand we gotten at Camp Jupiter. "You mix Greek and Roman, and you know what you get? You get BAM!"

"Bold talk for two demigods lost in Tartarus. Lower your sword, Percy Jackson, and I'll kill you quickly. Believe me, there are worse ways to die down here."

"Wait! Empousai are the servants of Hecate, correct?" I tried again. "Hecate is on our side now! She has a cabin at Camp Half-Blood. Some of her demigod children are my friends! If you fight us, she'll be angry!"

"Is this true, Kelli? Has our mistress made peace with Olympus?" A empousai named Serephone asked.

"Shut up, Serephone!" Kelli screeched.

"I will not cross the Dark Mistress!"

Kelli's talons raked across Serephone's skin. As the fight went on, Jason and Percy took out their weapons, ready for battle. They killed the surrounding empousai and then waited for the fight to stop.

Not suprisingly, Kelli won. She looked around and saw that she was the only one left. "What have you done!"

"You're the last one! The last survivor!" Jason yelled.

I swung my sword, ending Kelli.

Percy

I thought I was hallucinating. It wasn't possible that a huge, silvery figure could drop out of the sky and shake the land.

That's what happened though. The Titan was ten feet tall, with wild silver Einstein hair, pure silver eyes, and muscular arms protruding from a ripped-up blue janitor's uniform. In his hand was a massive push broom. His name tag, incredibly, read Bob.

Jason yelped and tried to crawl away, but the giant janitor wasn't interested in him.

I couldn't speak. I couldn't bring myself to believe that something good finally happened. Jason just looked shocked.

"H-how...?" He stammered.

"Percy called me!" the janitor said happily. "Yes, he did."

Jason crawled a little farther away. "Called you? He-wait. You're Bob? The Bob?"

"Yup! That's me!" He happily said with a large grin on his face.

"It's okay," I said. "He's friendly."

Bob chuckled, pleased with himself, then bounded over to me and examine me to check if I had any injuries.

"Thanks for the help, Bob. It's really good to see you again." I said.

"Yes!" Bob agreed. "Bob. That's me. Bob, Bob, Bob" He shuffled around, obviously please with his name. "I am helping. I heard my name. Upstairs in Hades's palace, nobody calls me Bob unless there is a mess. Bob, sweep up these bones. Bob, mop up these tortured souls. Bob, a zombie exploded in the dining room."

Jason gave me a puzzled look, but he had no explanation.

"Then I heard my friend call! Percy said, Bob!" The Titan beamed.

He grabbed Jason and I and hoisted us up to our feet.

"We must go. They are coming. We do not want them finding you. Bob knows the way. Come friends! We will have fun traveling together!" Bob warned.

Jason

I decided that the monsters wouldn't harm me or Percy. Neither would be the poisonous atmosphere, nor the treacherous landscape with its pits, cliffs, and jagged rocks.

Nope. Mostly likely I would die from an overload of weirdness that would make my brain explode.

First, Percy and I had to drink fire from the River Phlegethon to stay alive. Then we were attached by a gaggle of vampires, led by a cheerleader that Annabeth apparently killed two years ago. Finally, a giant Titan janitor fell out of the air, who was name Bob and had a strange appearance.

Sure. Why not?

We followed Iapetus (Bob) through the wasteland, tracing the route of the Phlegethon as we approached the storm front of darkness. Every so often we had a stop and drank some firewater, which kept us alive, but I wasn't happy about it. My throat felt like I was constantly gargling with battery acid.

"Bob knows what he's doing." Percy promised.

"You have very interesting friends. Anymore that I haven't met," I murmured.

"Bob is interesting! Thank you!" He said turned to me.

"I have some hippocampus, a friendly cyclops half-brother, aquatic animals, Pegasus, an Ophiotaurus, some Party ponies, they are centaurs, and many, many more." Percy excitedly ranted.

"That is a lot of different species of animals that you are friends with!" I exclaimed.

"Hmm, yeah, they're fun!" Percy said distracted probably thinking about Annabeth.

"So, Bob..." I tried to sound casual and friendly, which wasn't easy with a throat scorched by firewater. "How did you get to Tartarus?"

"I jumped," he said, like it was obvious.

"You jumped into Tartarus," I said, "because Percy said your name?"

"He needed me. It is okay. I was tired of sweeping the palace. Come along! We are almost at a rest stop."

A rest stop.

I couldn't imagine what those words meant in Tartarus.

Wherever Bob was taking us, The hoped it had clean restrooms and snack machines. I suppressed a giggle. Yup, I was definitely losing it.

I hobbled along, trying to ignore the rumble in my stomach. I stared at Bob's back as he led us toward the wall of darkness, now only a few hundred yards away, Bob's blue coveralls were ripped between the shoulder blades, as if someone had tried to stab him. Cleaning rags stuck out of his pocket. A squirt bottle swung from his belt, the blue liquid inside sloshing hypnotically.

I remembered Percy's story about meeting the Titan. Thalia Grace, Nico di Angelo, and Percy had worked together to defeat Bob on the banks of the Lethe. After wiping his memory, they didn't have the heart to kill him. He became so gentle and sweet and cooperative that they had left him in the palace of Hades, where Persephone promised he would be looked after.

Apparently Hades and Persephone believed "looking after" someone meant giving them a broom and having him sweep up their messes. I wondered him even Hades could be callous. I'd never felt sorry for a Titan before, but it didn't seem right after taking a brainwashed immortal and turning him into an unpaid janitor.

He's not your friend, I reminded myself.

I was terrified that Bob would sudddenly remember himself. Tartarus was where monsters could regenerate. What if it healed his memory? If he became Iapetus again...well, I had a weapon. But Percy and I were in no condition to fight a Titan.

I glanced nervously at Bob's broom handle, wondering how long it would be before that hidden spearhead jutted out and got pointed at me.

Percy

I bit back a curse. Of course they looked alike. Hyperion was his brother. Hyperion was the Titan lord of the east. Iapetus, Bob, was the lord of the west. I couldn't believe we stumbled by him of all Titans. Take away Bob's hair, change his janitor's clothes, put him in armor and cut his hair, change his color scheme from silver to gold, and Iapetus would have been almost indistinguishable from Hyperion.

"Gold, not silver," Bob murmured. "But he looks like me."

"Bob," I said. "Hey! Buddy! Over here! Come on!"

The Titan reluctantly turned.

"Am I your friend?" I asked.

"Yes." Bob sounded dangerously uncertain. "We are friends."

"You know that some monsters are good," I continued. "And some are bad."

"Hmm," Bob said. "Like... the pretty ghost ladies who serve Persephone are good. Exploding zombies are bad."

"Right," I replied. "And some mortals are good, and some are bad. Well, the same thing is true for Titans."

"Titans..." Bob loomed over us, glowering. I was pretty sure I just made a big mistake.

"That's what you are," I said calmly. "Bob the Titan. You're good! You're awesome, in fact. But this guy here, Hyperion, is full-on bad. He tried to kill me... tried to kill a lot of people."

Bob blinked his silver eyes. "But he looks... his face is so-"

"He looks like you," I agreed. "He's a Titan like you. But he's not good like you are, Bob."

"Bob is good!" His fingers tightened on his broom handle. "Yes. There is always at least one good thing- monsters, Titans, giants."

"Uh..." I grimaced. "Well, I'm not sure about the giants."

"Oh, yes." Bob nodded earnestly.

"We should go," Jason urged. "What do we do about...?"

"Bob," I said, "it's your call. Hyperion is your kind. We could leave him along, but if he wakes up-"

Bob swiftly popped the growing zit that held his brother, Hyperion.

Jason

After a while, my feet felt like Titan mush. I marched along, following Bob, listening to the monotonous slosh of liquid in his cleaning bottle and the screaming of monsters.

Stay alert, I told myself, but it was hard. My thoughts circulated in my head like the blood in my body did. From time to time, Percy made an encouraging comment but I could sense that he was as empty as me, in many ways too. Hunger was all we felt. It seemed as we were brain dead humans walking through an unknown path. We were slowly being extinguished giving in to pain and surrendering to Tartarus.

"Tell you what, Kelp head, when we come back to the mortal world, I'll bring us to a buffet that only sells blue food that is located in New Rome. Plus, I'll pay for the meal, it's an all you can eat buffet!" I encouraged. I was trying to lighten the mood and give us more hope.

Percy immediately brightened at that thought.

If he dies it will be all your fault. Everyone will blame you, Annabeth, Nico...

"Stop it!" I said aloud.

"What?" Percy frowned.

"No not you." I tried to give a reassuring smile, but I couldn't quite muster one. "Talking to myself. This place... it's messing with my mind. Giving me dark thoughts."

Worry lines deepened around Percy's stunning sea-green eyes. "Hey, Bob, where exactly are we heading?"

"The lady," Bob said. "Death Mist."

I fought down my irritation. "But what does that mean? Who is the lady?"

"Naming her?" Bob glanced back. "Not a good idea."

I sighed. The Titan was right. Names had power, and speaking them here in Tartarus was probably very dangerous.

"Can you at least tell us how far?" Percy asked.

"I do not know," Bob admitted. "I can only feel it. We wait for the darkness to get darker. Then we go sideways."

"Sideways," I muttered. "Naturally."

I was tempted to ask for a rest, but I didn't want to stop. Not here in this cold, dark place. The black fog seeped into my body, turning my bones into moist Styrofoam.

I wondered if both camps somehow got our message.

A ridiculous hope, said the voice in my head. You have only put Rachel in danger. Even if she finds the Romans, why should Reyna trust you after all that has happened?

I was tempted to shout back at the annoying voice, but I resisted. I knew it was the truth but I had to be confident especially in a place like this. Even if I were going crazy, I didn't want to look like I was going crazy.

I desperately needed something to lift my spirits. A drink of actual, purified, and clear water. A moment of bright sunlight. A warm and cozy bed with blankets. Good, delicious food.

Suddenty Bob stopped. He raised his hand: Wait.

"What?" Percy whispered softly.

"Shh," Bib warned. "Ahead. Something moves."

I strained my ears. From somewhere in the dark fog came a deep thrumming noise, like the idling engine of a large construction vehicle. I could feel the vibrations. Through my shoes.

"We will surround it," Bob whispered. "Each of you, take a flank."

I crept to the left as Percy went right, his sword, Riptide, ready. I flipped my coin and my sword appeared,

Bob took the middle, his spearhead glowing in the fog.

The humming got louder, shaking the gravel at my feet. The noise seemed to be coming from immediately in front of them.

"Ready?" Bob murmured.

I crouched, preparing to spring. "On three?"

"One," Percy whispered. "Two-"

A figure appeared in the dark fog.

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