Tartarus- Jercy Style

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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

"Nice to meet all of you, I do recognize some of you though." I said. "As you all know, I'm Tartarus!"

"Would you like to join us on our walk to the Door's of Death?" Jason asked.

"I would love to! Hold on a second let me talk to someone real quick." I said.

They waited patiently as I jumped down from "my armpit hairs" and called down Aether.

He was wearing a shirt that showed off his pectorals and abs. The shirt said,"Aether" on it in skyblue. The background of his shirt was black. He had black skinny jeans on and black high tops. He had white hair and white skin. His eyes were a calming sky blue.

"Hey!" He said.

"Don't you think those two boys are perfect for eachother?"I asked him, pointing to Percy and Jason.

"Hmm..." Aether thought. "Yeah!"

"Percy! How do you think your girlfriend, Annabeth is doing? I think Piper, my girlfriend, is good right now." We overheard this comment from Jason.

"Awww... that sucks! They both have girlfriends!" Aether commented.

"I agree... at least they are getting closer! Right?" I responded.

"Yep!" Aether said, happily.

I came back to the group and Aether disappeared. "I'm back. I was just talking to Aether, the primordial of the upper air."

"Okay! Let's get going!" Jason replied.

And with that, we began our journey, traveling on my body...

Jason

I looked around, staring off into the empty space contained by the pit- Tartarus. It was so empty-barren. Nothing was in Tartarus except rocks, water, fire, and monsters.

"Jason?" Percy exclaimed.

"Yeah!" I replied.

I looked over to where Percy was and noticed that I was lagging behind.

"Hurry up!" Percy answered.

"Okay!" I cried.

I manuevered through the rocks and sprinted to where Tartarus and Percy were.

"Now we go!" Bob shouted.

"Rrow!" Small Bob purred.

"I cannot help you with anything, by the way. If you are beginning to die or are severely injured, then I will give you a small piece of ambrosia and some nectar. That is all I will do. When you reach the Doors of Death, then I will press the button so you can go up." Tartarus spoke.

"Okay! That's fine right?" I asked.

"Yeah," Percy agreed.

"How are you here when we are walking on your body?" I questioned.

"I can create clones that have everything I have. It doesn't drain much of my powers." Tartarus answered.

We traveled quitely through the pit, in the forest, trying not to disturb any monsters.

A few yards away, a tree shuddered.

"Something's moving above us," I whispered. "Gather up."

Bob and Percy closed ranks with me, standing back to back. Tartarus, disappeared for now because he couldn't help us either way, technically he wasn't breaking the Ancient Laws. (A/N~ They are called that right? I forgot)

I had almost decided that I was being paranoid when the first monster dropped to the ground a couple feet away.

"The Furies?" Percy wondered aloud.

No, we are the arai, a voice hissed. The curses!

I tried to locate t he speaker, but none of the demons had moved their mouths. Their dead-looking eyes; their expressions frozen, a puppet seemed to resemble their expression. The voice simply floated overhead like a movie narrator's. A single sound seemed to control the creatures.

"What-what do you want?" I asked, trying to maintain the tone of confidence I spoke with.

To curse you, of course! To destroy you a thousand times in the name of Mother Night! The voice cackled maliciously.

"Only a thousand time?" Percy mumured. "Oh good... I thought we would be in trouble." You could literally here the sarcasm drip from his words. "Mother Night? As in N-Y-X?"

"I believe so Percy." I said.

The circle of demon ladies closed in.

Percy

I was slightly relieved when the demon grandmothers closed in for the kill.

I knew that I was terrified. I didn't like the odds of three to several dozen. But at least I understood fighting. Wandering through the darkness, waiting to be attacked-that had been driving me crazy.

Even if Jason and I hadn't found together a lot, we were still strong. Now, we had Iapetus, the Titan on our side.

"Back off." I jabbed Riptide at the nearest shriveled hag, but she only sneered.

We are the arai, said the weird voice-over, like the entire forest was speaking. You cannot destroy us. If you hit one of us, you will get cursed.

Jason pressed against my shoulder. "Do not touch them. They are the spirits of the curses."

"Bob does not like curses," Bob decided quickly. The skeleton kitten, Small Bob, quickly hid inside Bob's coveralls. Smart cat. I wish I could be like Smal Bob...

Bob, the Titan, swept his broom in a wide arc, forcing the spirits back, but they came in again like the tide.

We serve the bitter and defeated, said the arai. We serve the slain who prayed for vengeance with their final breath. We have many curses to share with you, Percy Jackson.

The firewater in my stomach started crawling up my throat. I refused to barf in a battle.

"I appreciate the offer," I said. "But my mother told me to not accept curses from strangers so I must respectfully decline. I am sorry." I finished.

The nearest hag lunged. Her claws extended like bony switchblades. I cut her in two, but as soon as she vaporized into dust, the sides of my chest flared with pain. I stumbled back, clamping a hand over my rib cage. My fingers came away wet and red. Blood. I was bleeding.

"You're bleeding, Percy!" Jason cried, which was kind of obvious to him at that point. "Oh, gods, on both sides!"

It was the truth. The left and right hems of my tattered shirt were sticky with blood, as if a javelin had run through me.

Or an arrow...

I flashed back to an encounter in Texas about two years ago-a fight with a monstrous rancher who could only be killed if each of his three bodies was cut simultaneously.

"Geryon," I said. "This is how I killed him..."

The spirits bared their fangs. More arai leaped from the black trees, flapping their leathery wings. (A/N~ What happens if you were to curse the arai themselves? Would they go against eachother... or would they just do nothing...)

Yes, they agreed. Feel the pain you inflicted upon Geryon. So many curses have been leveled at you, Percy Jackson. Which will you die from? Choose, or and we will rip you apart, tear you to shreds.

I somehow stayed on my feet. I tried to do that hurricane thing that I did to fight Hyperion. I struggled, but I still felt a tugging feeling at my gut. I felt calm, I controlled the water, circling around me. I will take all of these curses, head into, so they don't hurt my friends anymore.

"Run back!" I shouted in the middle of the hurricane. I began to scream and it it louder and louder until every arai was killed. Every curse, inflicted upon me.

Finally, Tartarus appeared again, right before I blacked out from pain.

Tartarus

"This kid is crazy." I concluded aloud.

"I must agree with you there..." someone agreed.

I whipped my head around and saw the smiling, yet concerned, face of Aether.

I shoved a piece of ambrosia into Percy's mouth and his injuries began to heal.

"I have never seen someone take on all of the arai in my lifetime." I annotated.

"Same here..." Aether responded.

"Bob! Where do we go now?" Jason asked.

"Damasen's hut. He will help heal Percy. I know he is mostly healed, but we all need our rest. We will rest there, so Percy can finish healing." Bob answered.

"I SMELL HIM!" roared the giant. "BEWARE, SON OF POSEIDON! I COME FOR YOU!"

"Polybotes," Bob said. "He hates Poseidon and his children. He is very close now."

"We go!" Aether excitedly said.

~Mini Timeskip~

Bob slung Percy over his shoulder like a bag of sports equipment while the skeleton kitten Small Bob curled up on Percy's back and purred. Bob lumbered along at a fast pace, even for a Titan, which made it almost impossible for Annabeth to keep up.

"How much longer?" Jason wheezed.

"Almost too long," Bob called back. "But maybe not."

"Very helpful," Jason muttered quietly.

The landscape changed again. We were going downhill, which should have made traveling easier; but the ground sloped at just the wrong angle-too steep to jog, too treacherous to let your guard down. The surface sometimes was loose gravel, sometimes patches of slime. Jason stepped around random bristles sharp enough to impose his foot. I winced at the thought. Jason also stepped on clusters of... well, not rocks exactly. More like warts the size of watermelons. I assumed that it was my intestines we were walking on.

The air got thicker and began to smell like sweat. The darkness maybe was not quite as tense, but I could only see Bob because of the glint of his white hair and the point of his broom spear. I noticed the his spearhead wasn't retracted yet.

Percy flopped around like a fish. This caused Small Bob to readjust his best in the small of his back.

After a bit, Bob stopped suddenly and we catches up quickly. "Look."

Ahead in the gloom, the terrain leveled out into a black swamp. Sulfur-yellow mist hung in the air. Even without sunlight, there were actual plants- clumps of reeds, scrawny leaf trees, even a couple sickly-looking flowers blooming in the muck. Missy trails wound between bubbling tar pits. Directly in front of me, sunk into the big, were footprints the size of trash-can kids, with long, pointed toes.

"Drakon?" Jason yelled.

"Yes." Bob grinned at Jason. "This is good!"

"Uh... Why?" He responded.

"Because it means that we are close to him."

Bob marched through the mucky swamp.

Aether was quirming in the swamp and complaining about the nasty sound it created.

Bob had Percy. If Jason hesitated to continue, he would lose Percy and Percy's girlfriend would be mad at Jason. I hurried after Bob, hopping from moss patch to miss patch as Aether sloshed in the bog.

At least the terrain forced Bob to go slower. Several times Percy could be heard muttering Annabeth. The kitten on Percy's back purred loudly and snuggled up.

Finally the yellow most parted, revealing a muddy clearing like an I slams in terms disgusting, black muck. In the center loomed a large, domed hut made of bones and greenish leather. Around it was stunted trees that dotted the ground. Wart mounds could also be found. Smoke rose from a hole at the top of the hut. The entrance covered with curtains of scaly reptile skin, and flanking the entrance, two torches made from colossal femur bones burned bright yellow.

What really caught my attention was the drakon skull. About fifty yards into the clearing, about halfway to the hut. A massive oak tree jutted from the ground at a forty-five-degree angle. The jaws of the drakon skull encircled the trunk, as if the oak tree were the dead monster's tongue.

"Yes," Bob murmured. "This is very good."

Nothing about this place felt good, it felt plain gross.

A mighty roar pierced the air echoing through the swamp. Then, it appeared.

Done!

Chapter 4 is complete!

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Updated~ 1/18/17