Once in a lifetime (TVD and PJO) - Unfinished

Chapter 1: Percy's POV

I fell alone through the void, my arms starting to feel like that of a rag doll. To be honest, the wind whipping around my head was the worst part, making me half deaf by, what seemed like, the second day. 

I soon began to console myself on the sole fact that Annabeth wasn't with me and that she was safe as she could be in the Argo II. At least, it's safer than with me.

After I had fallen into Tartarus and started my journey back to the surface, I encountered many... beings. I had demolished monsters and gods alike in my time down there. That included the goddess of poison and Nyx (she was a pain in the arse).

Now re-encountering the decisions I had down there, I can say with confidence that most where stupid choices that I could have easily avoided. And because of that, I had to dig my grave deeper and deeper, becoming more and more unlike me to the point of killing the two goddesses mentioned above in full on torture. Speaking of torture, well... never mind. 

Moving on, getting out of Tartarus was a way lot easier with Bob's help and... sacrifice. Man, I miss that guy. Now holding the doors of death closed, I grunted and breathed in the musty air, exhausted to my core. Feeling the Styx encased my skin (I had accidentally split the Styx River vein and had gotten sprayed), I felt less vulnerable and more motivated than ever. I had five minutes left until I was to see Annabeth. Gritting my teeth, I shifted my weight for a second before pressing both doors together. 

"Annabeth. You're doing this for Annabeth," I told myself through clenched teeth, "and so you will survive."

After 5 minutes and loss of water, the elevator dinged with a chirp. I smiled, feeling my mind become a disillusioned state of calmness. As the doors opened, I walked out, not wanting to be in the elevator. Sadly, as the doors disappeared, I realized I was in the middle of a battlefield between white and dark mist.

"Yin and Yang," I muttered to myself, blinking my eyes to make sure I wasn't hallucinating. Hallucinating this early on would never be good.

"Percy!" a girl voice called from far away. My ears perked up and I grinned wider. I started to jog towards the voice, seeming to walk out of the dark mist and into the white mist, my body aching in protest.

Stop, they seemed to say, I'm dying. But, did I ask? 

As soon I heard my name more clearly, I collapsed onto the ground, exhausted to the point of possibly death. Annabeth, my beautiful wise girl, the love of my life, ran over to me and crushed me into a hug.

"Percy." she cried out, starting to sob. Relief shuttered my whole self and I started to cry dry.

"Annabeth," I cried out in a dry voice. We stayed in the awkward position of her lifting me up, while fighting continued around us, clashing and voice intermixing. Yet, for the first time in at least a week, I felt comfort in someone else's arms. 

"I've missed you so much," I whispered.

"I missed you too, seaweed brain. Just don't ever do that again,"Annabeth said, squeezing me tight. I chuckled softly.

"Don't plan on it," I said before gasping out in pain as she hit one of my ribs. Annabeth immediately let go of me, concern clear as day in her eyes.

"Percy, you're hurt?" Annabeth asked.

"No, not at all, Annabeth," I fibbed with a shaky voice. Annabeth surveyed my body and quickly tore off my shirt. I, without enough nutrients, was unable to defend myself. I heard her take in a short breath, observing the condition I was in.

"Percy, what-happened?"

"What happens in the pit stays in the bit," I coughed out, weakly reaching for my tattered shirt. Annabeth drew her arms away before sighing and handing me what was mine. I nodded my thanks and pushed myself up, body on fire. I grabbed whatever water I could that was around me and encased myself in a thin water shield, hoping that it would heal me and give me enough strength to walk. Luckily, my hypothesis did work. I wobbly trudged towards Hecate, trying not to break down along the way (both emotionally and physically).

"Thank you Hecate for your help." The goddess's mouth twitched as she saw what condition I was in. Great- Just great.

"No, thank you, hero," Hecate said, her form flickering and moving away. I turned around just in time to be tackled by Leo.

"Percy, my guy, don't ever do that again," he yelled, acting like a child in a way. I didn't mind the childish way that he acted though. It was refreshing from all the old talk that was used throughout the week. Looking back, I soon began to realize how much I matured in that short amount of time and asked myself if what I had dealt with could be categorized into "trauma".

I focused on Leo and chuckled softly. "Wasn't planning on doing so, Repair Boy." 

"Water boy."

"Latino elf."

"Aquaman." I smiled triumphantly.

"Thank you for that compliment." 

"When- I didn't- what-"

"Leo, clam down," Piper said, putting her hand on my shoulder. I tensed. I had known she was behind me, but it was still new to be ok with someone else's touch, especially from behind. 

"Hey Pipes," I gruffly announced, smiling behind me to where she was. She smiled back, acting as if she was extremely happy to see me. Yet, I could see the caution in her eyes, the way they darted to my mid-section, many questions trying to resolve themselves in her mind. I looked away and smiled at Annabeth, holding out my hand; she took it.

"So... where's Nico and Coach Hedge?" I asked, noticing their disappearance.

"They're transporting my mother," Annabeth simply said.