Death was good for Percy.

She'd gotten into Elysium. It seemed she'd kept a drachma in her pocket and forgotten about it. Hades, for some reason, made sure he was escorted safely, but honestly, she just wanted to play with Cerberus for the rest of her death, if possible.

In Elysium, heroes forget all their misery and trauma and remember only the good parts, but for Percy, all her trauma became so much scarier, that they had to find a psychiatrist to help her get rid of it – she was on the verge of tearing down all that was there in Elysium. And Percy knew, if she ever lived long enough to reach college, or even finish school for that matter, this would be what she would choose as a career. Maybe for sea animals. An animal psychotherapist. That would be cool.

And, golly, that guy, her doctor, Paul Blowfish, was truly an angel – he didn't deserve to be murdered by the cheerleaders in his school.

After one year of her death, when Paul decided she was healed enough not to resort to hysterics when she saw Luke, they'd had the snottiest reunion in Elysium – all the heroes had stood to watch, and honestly, it was kind of creepy. She was glad when Paul shooed them all away. She would have hugged the soul out of him if he hadn't whispered in her ears, "You took your time."

Percy was happy, so happy, so ecstatic, it felt as if the broken bird in her was rebuilding its wings. They talked, and talked, and never ran out of topics, till Paul interrupted them by introducing her to a beautiful woman, with dark curls, blue eyes, and the feeling of a warm hearth.

"This is your mother, Sally Jackson," Paul said and disappeared. Percy didn't understand how to take this information, so they just spent the next few days bonding with each other. Understanding each other. They both understood that they'd quite literally never spoken to each other, as Sally had died in childbirth, and Percy had collected a lot of trust issues.

But she made amazing blue food, so Percy trusted her.

And fast forward to half a year later, when the atmosphere in the Underworld turned darker, and darker, and everybody was pretty sure some dark things were going on above. Luke and Percy had both grieved that they'd lost their Annabeth to her fatal flaw, and she was as good as dead to them now.

Then, demigods started streaming in by the thousands. There was never a day that there weren't at least a few dead demigods – and she was sure there was a war going on. She'd taken up lodging near the door, calming the younger demigods, telling them they were fine now, and whatever horrors they'd faced were done.

Until, one day, Percy was greeted by a surprise – Thalia. In her tattered orange camp half-blood t-shirt, and her leather pants, only a little scar at the small of her back, she still looked so beautiful, that Percy couldn't help it anymore. She kissed her.

Percy had had a lot of time to mull over her feelings, and she'd realized that once she took away all the trauma, she had a bit of a crush on Thalia. Okay, maybe a little more than a little bit.

And gods, she was relieved when Thalia finally kissed her back. It seemed she'd sacrificed her life for Kronos and was kind of a big shot in the Underworld – after being personally escorted by Hades for taking care of his children.

And here she was.

Percy's had a hard life. She's been through something no young 'un ever should. And just when she thought it was over, she would get a little time to breathe, she died. And then she came back to life, just to die again. It was a never-ending cycle.

Her relationship with death was a little more than "we're not friends, but I acknowledge you". And her relationship with Thalia was a lot more than "we're friends" – and it would continue growing.

Death was good for them.

"Where's my brother?" Thalia asked. "Jason? Have you seen him? He should be here." Hades merely responded with a "no".

"Jason Grace? Is he not here? Anywhere in the Underworld? Is he dead at all?" Thalia was slightly frantic now.

"You might think that the first question one would ask after saving the world would go along the lines of, 'Am I dead?' but no," Hades commented. "But no, it is whether your brother is here or not. No, Jason Grace is not Underworld, and never has been, according to my records."

And that could mean two things: either Jason was alive, or he just didn't exist in Hades' records. Thalia decided to go with the first. But where was he? And did he remember her?

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I couldn't wait, I'm sorry :D So, this is the end! I hope this last part was kind of a cliffhanger because I just want to torture you all and not write the sequel and I'm very excited now. Anyways, thank you all for reading!

AarBeaZ, out!