A/N
Wow, we're finally coming back to Jason. Crazy I know.
Jason's POV
He was approaching the ground.
Fast.
After falling for days Jason had to brace himself for the horrors of Tartarus. He reached for his powers, attempting to slow himself. The air was different here, he could feel it. Each breath felt thick and it was difficult to slow his fall. He ended up hitting the ground harder that he would have liked.
Seeing stars, he rolled over bracing his weight on his forearms and pulled himself up, each movement sending jolts of pain through his body. Surveying him surroundings there was no immediate threats other that the general fact that being here would kill him. He picked a direction and stated walking each breath harder than the last.
As he went on it became too difficult to walk upright and resorted to crawling.
"So this is how I'm going to die," he said to no one in particular, "in a pathetic attempt to hell my friends, crawling in the pits of Tartarus."
As he upon a river he had lost hope, barely able to move. He reached out and touched the surface of the water, retracting his hand quickly as a burning sensation came over him. In the pain a vague memory surfaced. A memory of Annabeth and Percy recounting their time in the pits. What had they said?
"As it turns out the air is deadly there, the River Phlegethon can stop that temporarily." Her voice filled his head and he rushed to the river side raising the water to his mouth with his hands.
"And it hurts like a bitch, feels like your mouth is burning." Percy's voice joined her's as his body rejected the water, throwing it up all over the rocky ground.
With this in mind he tried again forcing himself to keep it down despite the pain. As it subsided he found himself able to breathe again. Reorienting himself, he continued walking. Things were looking up. He was still lost. He was still in Tartarus, but at least he could breath.
After an hour of walking and two hours of hiding from and fighting monsters he stubled across a small cabin tucked away in a small corner of the pit. His aching joints and sore muscles prevented him from questioning the oddity of the situation, and he made a beeline for the front door.
Out of the corner he sees a blur and barely manages to move out of the way before a large claw come down on exact spot he was in. He draws his sword and moves into a defensive fighting position. His mind instinctively ran through all the battle strategy options. He could try and run for the door and then regroup, he could go on offense and eliminate the threat , he cou—
A large axe came down on the creature's head and it feel to the ground revealing a huge person with glowing silver hair.
"I am Bob, what is small demigod like you doing here?" The man, bob, said; extending his hand outward toward Jason.
"Bob? Like the titan?"
"Yes!" He said gleefully, "you know Bob? Then Bob must know you."
"I'm Jason, Percy told me about you."
"Jason knows Percy!" he responded, somehow with even more enthusiasm, "Bob will help Jason."
"Really?" Despite the good things he had heard about he was still a bit suspicious.
"Yes, percy is friend, so Jason is friend."
Jason smiled and grabbed Bob's hand, allowing the titan to help him into the cabin.
It was pretty cozy, for a house in Tartarus, with high ceilings to accommodate for the tall titan who lived in it. The was a table in the center of the room and a bed to the side. There were some small shelves and a large collection of hides, presumably collected from the beast outside. Jason settled into a chair while Bob went to find some ointment for his injuries. He saw exhausted, sore, and hungry so finding Bob was like meeting an angel.
"Did you build this?" He asked.
"Damasen built, but Bob and little Bob live here too now." Bob had returned along with a small cat and sat across from Jason applying the ointment.
"Where is Damasen now?"
"He is collecting ingredients for soups. He will be home later."
"How much later?"
"One week", Bob finished with the ointment, "There, Bob is done, he will make food for Jason now."
"Thank you, truly, I'm so hungry."
"Then Jason will sleep, yes?"
"Hopefully," a tired smile passing over his face.
"Bob will make bed." With that he left, presumably to go find food. Jason just leaned against the back of the chair, thankful to have found somewhere to stay, and someone to help him get out. Trying not to think about how absolutely fucked he was, Jason slipped into a restless sleep.
He woke up a few hours later to the smell of meat. Bob had set out a meal for him, and while it wasn't the best food he'd ever had it was food, and he was hungry. They both dug in and didn't stop to talk until they were done.
When they were finished bob stepped the mess into a container in the corner of the room.
"Bob made Jason bed," he gestured to a small arrangement of blankets in the corner.
Jason nodded, silently made his way over to the makeshift bed and his exhaustion took over. He fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. At some point he felt something soft curl up beside him and begin to purr bit he was to tired to care.
He woke up the next morning refreshed and ready to get out of this hell hole and get back to his friends an normal life.
A/N
After I finish this semester (roughly a month away) I'm planning on switching to three chapters every two weeks and adding a third story to my account. I have tones of ideas and am going to do a vote.
The next chapter will be an author's note. I will have the name of each story, the ships in it, and a brief description.
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