Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians or the Heroes of Olympus. I don't own anything written by Rick Riordan.

Author's Note: Hey guys! Here's the chapter of the week! And wow. I'm in shock right now. I have 84 reviews for 3 chapters. I'll write a special one-shot for my 100th reviewer in celebration. The 100th reviewer will get to pick a summary and have me write it out... unless they're a guest or don't have anything they want me to write. I also won't write anything M rated or anything homosexual (not because I'm a homophobe, but because I wouldn't know how to write something like that.)

I've started a new story called Golden Drops. Hope you all read it!

dogbiscuit1967: I agree. What Anthony did is inexcusable. But keep in mind, he was messed up from his time in Tartarus as well. Percy wasn't able to provide him with what he needed to recover, but at the same time, since he was able to provide what she needed, he didn't break up with her. That, and he didn't want to break up the Seven before the war with his own issues with Percy. I hope this helps explain his character better.

Charlee56: I absolutely loved your drakon skin clothes idea! And no worries - there will be no lemons in this.

Shadeslayers of Chosen Ones: LOL.

MarieSabater: You raise a good point with Apollo. I'll have to look into rectifying that mistake. I'll probably make it so that he was so shocked, he didn't bother reading her. And then with the whole Styx thing, he doesn't think it matters anyway. As for Tartarus... He'll definitely appear in the story. I don't know if he'll appear in Tartarus, itself, though. And Percy becoming buddies with Nyx might actually be an interesting plot twist... I'll think it over. Thanks for the great ideas.

Hans50: The six dead demigods will stay dead. Sorry. But I might have their ghosts come back at some point.

michaelaguest: I think Bob and Damasen might accompany her out.

Alexorder159: Thanks so much for the compliments. They mean a lot. Also, thanks for the suggestion. I'll definitely throw some terrain in when I can.

Chapter IV: Starting Over

Summoning all her strength, Seph forced the Cocytus to cushion her fall as she fell into its waters.

Immediately, the voices of the river assaulted her mind.

Useless, they hissed.

Traitor.

Murderer.

None of them care for you.

They betrayed you.

You deserved it.

Give in to us.

Join us.

Seph whimpered, trying to ignore the poisonous whispers. She attempted to force the Cocytus to take her to its bank, but the waters slipped from her control like tears from her eye.

In desperation, she tugged at her water powers, pulling at them and practically begging them to get her out of the river. As she wished she was safe in Damasen's home, her world suddenly splintered and she felt like she'd been caught up in a whirlwind. She screamed in panic as her molecules felt like they were being ripped apart.

Just as quickly as the pain had assaulted her, it left her. Seph's eyes had closed at some point and she now opened them cautiously. Although the chill of the Cocytus still permeated her bones, she was no longer in the river. In fact, she was in front of Damasen's hut.

Seph moved her hand up to her eyes to rub them and stopped in surprise as she found that her arm was no longer leather clad.

What the Hades?

She glanced at the rest of herself, yelping in surprise and panic as she found her body completely bare. Uncertain of what had happened, she glanced around, instinctively searching for some sort of cloth to cover herself with. Her eyes immediately found a rather large, roughly woven shirt that no doubt belonged to Damasen. She scurried over and pulled it off wire it was hanging from. It was slightly damp - the Giant had probably put it up to dry after washing it. She shoved it over her head, barely able to keep it from slipping off her small frame. She knotted the cloth in various places, managing to make it fit somewhat better.

She surveyed herself. The shirt fit her like a loose dress, but it was better than nothing, she figured. Biting her lip, she slowly walked over to the door of the large hut and knocked.

There was confused whispering from inside, but when she knocked again, the door was opened.

"Percy?!" exclaimed Damasen. "What are you doing down here? And- is that my shirt?"

"Hey, Damasen," said the woman, suddenly feeling exhausted. "Can I come in?"

The Giant nodded, ushering her in.

Seph glanced around as she was led to a makeshift stool to sit on. The hut had been expanded. Two separate sections had been curtained off - no doubt Bob and Damasen's sleeping quarters. The main room itself was also slightly bigger. The table was larger and there were two stools, not just one. There was also a basket in the corner - most likely for Small Bob.

Bob was sitting on the stool across from her. "Percy?" he asked standing up. He took in her shivering, slumped form. "Are you okay?"

"I-" The immortal broke off, eyes rolling back as exhaustion swept through her body.

Bob rushed towards his friend as she fell backwards off the stool. He grabbed her and cradled her body to his chest. "Damasen, what's going on?" he asked.

The Giant shrugged, hands fidgeting worriedly. "I have no clue. Put her on one of the beds and leave the curtain open so we can keep an eye on her. I'll make her some sort drakon soup." He paused, then added as an after thought, "And some clothes that actually fit her."

The Titan nodded, placing her gently on his cot. He covered her trembling body with a roughly spun sheet.

He moved to Damasen's side. "I'll finish up with broth. You get to work on her clothes. I doubt she's comfortable in your shirt."

Damasen nodded. "I should probably make her something more durable than what we wear. Knowing her, she'll burn through our sheep-hide and leather clothing quickly." He smiled wryly, shaking his head. Dreadlocks swung around his neck as he bent down towards a chest. He pulled it open and grabbed a drakon hide. He drew a knife from a sheath at his side and settled down on one of the stools to cut some clothing for Seph that would survive the harsh environment of Tartarus with ease.

Seph groaned groggily as the darkness that had overwhelmed her earlier receded. "Wh-"

"Hello, Percy," greeted the Giant at her side. Surprisingly, he was around six feet rather than the twenty feet he had been earlier. Seph assumed he'd shrunk his size to make her feel more comfortable.

"Damasen?"

Said Giant nodded. "Bob's here, too." He lifted up a bowl. "I have some soup for you if you wish to eat. There is also clothing for you to change into."

Seph gave a small smile. "Thank you," she said, accepting the wooden bowl. She took ahold of the spoon resting in it and began eating, grimacing slightly at the bitter tang of the meat in it.

"What are you doing in Tartarus?" asked Bob, coming to stand next to Damasen. He, too, had shrunk down to a height similar to his half-brother's. "Is there another war going on?"

Seph shook her head, mood darkening. "How much do you know of the past three and a half years?" she asked.

"The last news we received was about a month ago," replied Bob. "Nico occasionally visits my dreams to update me. Speaking of which, congratulations on achieving godhood."

The woman's brow furrowed. "Nico never told me he could dream-walk. If he visits my dreams, I'll have to ask him about that... Anyways," she said, shaking her head in an attempt to gather her thoughts, "there was a council meeting recently. There was certain... evidence that suggested I had killed six demigods with no provocation. This is my punishment."

"But the gods would have believed you, yes? That you didn't kill them," stated Damasen.

Seph shook her head bitterly. "No. For some reason, the Styx wouldn't let me swear that I was innocent. They had no choice but to throw me down here for a hundred years."

Their eyes widened in shock.

"There's always a choice," said Bob. "If I've learned anything, it's that. They could have chosen to trust you, but they decided not to."

"You can stay with us if you like," offered Damasen.

"Thanks," said Seph gratefully. "I was hoping you'd be alright with that." She spooned the last of the broth into her mouth.

"You'll always have a place with us, Percy," said the Giant, taking the empty bowl out of her hands.

"I don't want to be called Percy anymore," she said suddenly. "I need to become someone else if I'm to make it through Tartarus in one piece. I'd like to be called Seph."

Bob and Damasen exchanged slightly confused and concerned glances, but nodded.

"Well," said Bob, "you should change your clothes, now."

Seph nodded gratefully and stood up, satisfied when her legs held her weight.

Damasen handed her a bundle of cloth and animal hides before retreating from the small section of hut with Bob. He drew the curtain across the entryway to allow Seph some privacy.

Twenty minutes later, Seph, finally having figured out the clothing Damasen had given her, looked herself over. The outfit was made of a dark golden and black colored drakon-hide. It hadn't been sewn together. Instead, there were ties that held the tough, but supple skin around Seph's body. The dark pants hugged her legs snuggly, but, surprisingly, didn't restrict movement. The top was skin tight as well, but was made of much lighter colored skins than the almost completely black pants. It had long sleeves that were held together with the same leather ties as the rest of the outfit. The top had a moderately deep V-neck that kept her from feeling too congested in the otherwise skin-tight clothing. There was also a pair of leather gloves that fit her hands snugly, but she had refrained from pulling them on. Instead, she tucked them into the waistband of her pants. Her hair had been pulled back in a tight bun using a strip of golden-scaled drakon-hide. Her feet were clad in padded leather boots.

Overall, Seph had to admit the clothing was comfortable, practical and looked good.

Quickly attaching Riptide, which had returned to her, to one of the ties on her left sleeve, she stepped out from behind the curtain.

Bob and Damasen turned at the rustle of cloth and smiled.

"You look great," complimented the Titan. He paused a moment to let Percy take a seat on the stool he had left vacated while he cooked dinner. "I've got a couple of questions, if you're okay with answering them."

"Go ahead," invited the demigoddess.

"How did you get to Damasen's hut? And why were you wearing his shirt?"

Seph frowned. "I've been wondering about that, too. And I think I figured it out. I fell into the Cocytus," she explained, "and I panicked when I realized that I couldn't get to the bank even with my water powers."

Damasen nodded for her to go on when she paused uncertainly.

"I'm not entirely sure what happened, but the next thing I knew I was standing in front of your hut completely naked. I think... I think I vapor traveled," finished Seph, brow furrowed in contemplation.

"Vapor traveled?" asked Damasen.

"I read about it in Atlantis's library last year. Only a few children of Poseidon have ever been able to do it. Essentially, your water molecules push at you and break you down at the molecular level - it's rather painful. After that, your water molecules transport carry all the rest of your molecules to wherever you want to end up and you reform. I think that's why my clothes didn't go with me. They, themselves, didn't have contribute enough water molecules for me to take them with me," explained the green-eyed woman.

The brothers considered her explanation for a few moments before nodding.

"That makes sense," said Bob. "I can't say I like the idea of you ending up naked every time you vapor travel, though."

Seph shook her head excitedly. "That's the best part, though! Because my current clothes are basically completely made up of animal skin, they should be able to contribute enough water molecules for me to take them with me."

Bob's face cleared. "That's good."

Damasen was still frowning, though. "Didn't you say that vapor traveling is extremely painful?"

Seph shrugged, honestly not caring. She wasn't a masochist, but she'd gone through so much pain in her short life that as long as the pain benefitted her, she didn't care. "It'll be a useful skill down here. I should take advantage of whatever I can. If I practice often enough, I might even be able to figure out how to make it less painful."

The Giant hummed, unconvinced. "If you say so..."

Seph pursed her lips before changing the topic. "What's for dinner?"

A/N: What did you all think? As you can see, I decided to go with Percy becoming naked at one point, but there was nothing inappropriate and I can almost guarantee it'll never happen again. It just bothered me that when others wrote about vapor travel, they never explained how it worked with clothes, so I wrote this as my explanation.

Also, for a basic idea of Percy's outfit, look at the Black Widow's clothes. It's essentially that with the descriptions I put in. (Also, it's not a bodysuit. It's a pair of pants and a shirt.)

I've started a new story called Golden Drops. Hope you all read it!

I'm still looking for a beta if anyone wants to volunteer!

Anyways, please review!