Oh no… Poseidon thought with horror when he recognizes the surrounding. Not this again!

Did he piss off the Fates, Tyche, or Nemesis lately? Because he can't think what other reason why he (and most likely Percy) was Spirited to the Edge of Tartarus! When his monster of a progenitor was awake and actively trying to manipulates Percy!

Well, there's also Styx retribution for breaking The Oath, but this one was taking it too far!

Percy Jackson, Poseidon shook, both in fear and in rage. Yes, the exchange went well, I see.

Exchange? What exchange?

Did Percy make deal with that thing? No. It cannot be. Percy shouldn't make deal with… with the Titan's King. He cannot be. That creature is habitual liar, and origin of word "Crook". Cannot be trusted. Manipulative. Whatever promise it makes, it won't fulfill.

Calm down, Neptune chastise him, look at Perseus. He's as clueless as you. Also, if you notice…

And he suspects nothing?

There's someone else here.

Poseidon frowned …Who?

"Nothing, my lord. He is as ignorant as the rest."

Poseidon stood up straight.

Fuck.

His sire got minions.

Who?!

And why?!

Anyone with even half a brain and self-preservation of concussed lemming should know that working for that monster brought nothing but misery and pain!

Deception upon deception. Excellent.

No it wasn't!

"Truly, my lord, you are well-named the Crooked One. But was it really necessary? I could have brought you what I stole directly—"

THAT'S THE TRICE DAMNED THIEF WHO LANDED POSEIDON AND PERCY IN THIS FUCKING HOT WATER?! THE BASTARD WHO FRAMED POSEIDON AND CAUSE HIM NO END OF HEADACHE SINCE LAST WINTER SOLSTICE AND FORCING HIM TO RISK ENDANGERING PERCY?!

DEAD! MAN! WALKING!

He looks still alive to me.

Poseidon snarled. He's dead once I get my hands on him! Who knows, I might even let him mostly dead before throwing him to Zeus!

You? the monster said in scorn. You have already shown your limits. You would have failed me completely had I not intervened.

"But, my lord—"

Peace, little servant. Our six months have bought us much. Zeus's anger has grown. Poseidon has played his most desperate card. Now we shall use it against him. Shortly you shall have the reward you wish, and your revenge. As soon as both items are delivered into my hands…

PERCY IS NOT DESPERATE CARD! HE IS NOT A THING THANK YOU VERY MUCH!

That's what you focused at?!

What else?

How about Saturn said "both items" meaning there's something else missing!

Poseidon paused and run over the words.

He doesn't have the time to.

But wait. He is here.

Poseidon froze. Did that thing notice him?

"What?" The invisible servant suddenly sounded tense. "You summoned him, my lord?"

No. The full force of the monster's attention was now pouring over me, freezing me in place. Blast his father's blood – he is too changeable, too unpredictable. The boy brought himself hither.

So it's Percy they sense. Not Poseidon.

Poseidon doesn't know whether it was good thing or not.

"Impossible!" the servant cried.

For a weakling such as you, perhaps, the voice snarled. Then its cold power turned back on me. So… you wish to dream of your quest, young half-blood? Then I will oblige.

Poseidon's eyes widened when he felt the Titan's power reach out to Percy. Like deadly snares.

Without thinking, he run to where Percy is and wrap his hand around his son.

(Later, later, he would realize that they did make contact. That Poseidon is not phasing through)

In the moment of anger (at the creature and its bastard of a servant), panicked and possessive (for Percy's wellbeing), and indignation (at the whole situation), for the first time since Rome was built, both Roman and Greek aspects of Sea God united as one, as he screamed at the thing in Tartarus.

"Leave! My! Son! Alone!"

Power surges forth. Blocking the Titan's attempt at messing with Percy.

Stop

Enough

Poseidon wakes up with snarl in his face.

"…Husband?" Amphitrite also woke up, rubbing her eyes tiredly. "What now?"

"My dearest old man got a minion to steal the Bolt and Frame me. A willing minion who had been served him for at least six months."

Because who knows how long it had been.

That jolted her awake.

"Do you know who is it?" She asks sharply.

Poseidon scowled.

Unfortunately, no, he doesn't.

I might've.

He stills.

You do? He asks his counterpart.

He can feel Neptune nodded.

When you were awake, I may able to split my consciousness from you and observe Perseus. That was the daytime of his first day of Questing. I think I have heard the Servant's voice from that day, but I can't recall who it is.

That

That is a big.

Finally. Some lead!

"My lady," Poseidon address his wife, "tell the Naiads and Nereids to watch the Campers carefully. The male ones. He may be one of the campers. If possible, ask the Cyclops to equip them with recorder disguised as accessories. I want record of camper's face and voice to see which one of them is The Soon-to-be-Dead Servant of the Titan."

"At once."

"And… and please send someone to check up on Percy. I don't trust his mental state after having Father's Attention," Poseidon spat the word like curse, "at his person. Twice."

"Understood."