A/N: Sorry, haven't been able to update, studying for midterms.

Jason

He looked at Percy. A lot. He was trying to memorize every little, insignificant detail of Percy, it was mostly all natrual, but the times where he caught himself, he silently reprimanded himself. He was supposed to be focusing on the quest, no goggling Percy like a love-struck schoolgirl. He also felt guilty about Annabeth. The poor girl's heart surely must be broken, and the fact that Jason was being pulled into the same trance as her, loving her Percy. The daughter of Minerva had rights to Percy, even if those rights were those Percy couldn't remember.

Percy was staring at a map, eyebrows knit together and nose scrunched up as he tried to decipher the old parchment. Jason's heart did a summersault, Percy was just too adorable, Jason thought.

"Hey, Jason?" Called Percy, Jason looked up. "Yeah, what's up?"

"Do you know what it means about the whole 'most indirect road' and all?" He asked, getting up from the sandy rock he was sitting on and dusting himself off. Jason also stood up from the tree stump he was sitting on and shrugged. "Nope. I mean, I guess it would be pretty pointless if we just drag our asses down to the Underworld just so Pluto can kick us back out, right?"

Percy laughed. "Language, ." Jason rolled his eyes, "Anyways. Yeah, I agree, but that's the way Lupa and Alyssa wanted us to do, so do you think we should throw away their plans?"

The roman demigod, squirmed, what he did when having to ask or answer a hard question, Percy mentally noted. "Um, I guess you should follow your heart and all that, right? Isn't that the greek motto?"

Percy rolled his eyes. "No. 'Course not. We greeks are no where near as philosophical as you Romans," Percy paused to laugh, "I think that we shouldn't go to the Underworld through the Los Angeles way. I mean, 'Most Indirect' has got to mean something."

Jason nodded slowly, "So which way should we go?" he asked, sitting back down on his stump. Percy paused his pacing, rubbing his bottom lip with his thumb thoughtfully. Jason smiled to himself at how cute Percy was.

"Oh-HOLY CENTAUR!" the son of Poseidon screamed, and pointed skyward. Jason followed the finger and froze. Harpies were flocking above them, circling their make-shift campsite.

"Percy! Run!" Jason yelled over the screeching, but Percy didn't hear him. He already pulled out Riptide, and watched as the Furies swooped down, snapping their large beaks at them. Percy moved swiftly, slicing through each one that got within four feet of himself. Jason pulled out his sword and imitated Percy. He added his signature Roman style though, of course. Step, step, slice, spin. Step, step, slice, spin. One particular Harpie plunged down behind Jason, gashing through his left cheek and arm. He messily rubbed away some blood and punctured his sword straight through the Harpies chest. He took a second to bask in a bit of glory and to apologize. He barely had two seconds before more Harpies dived at him. Behind him, he heard a sound that almost stopped his heart.

Percy

The Greek sliced through the blur of Harpies, already wounded. His back was gashed twice and his shirt was soaked in blood. His or the Harpies, he wasn't sure. He was drenched in sweat, as he desperately searched for Jason. He didn't see anything through all the monsters. He swiftly ran from tree to tree, running so fast and so soundless that the only proof you had that he even moved was the small trail of blood he left behind. He looked beyond the tree and saw Jason, in all his shirtless glory. He was slicing through Harpies and as his sword moved, his muscles flexed. Percy's heart beat twice as fast, already going maximum speed from running. He saw a sight that made his heart clench, a deep cut on Jason's shoulder, cheek and upper back. He sprang forward, unable to watch him get hurt anymore. He lunged for Jason, but suddenly he felt lightheaded. His lower back at first had a fuzzy sensation, before it went to pinches, then it burst into excruciating pain. It hurt until he couldn't move anymore, or feel his lower back. With a howl of pain, the hero collapsed, blacking out.

When Percy woke up, he was warm. He tried to sit up, but with a hiss of pain, sunk back down. He fought to remember what happened that made his back hurt so much. It all came flooding back to him, the harpies, Jason, everything.

A warm hand rubbed his forehead, and Percy naturally leaned into it. "Percy, wake up."

Percy opened his eyes slowly, almost shutting them again. It was so bright. He just squinted at the hand's owner, who to his relief was Jason, who smiled sadly at him. "How do you feel?" he asked.

The son of Neptune smiled unconsciously at Jason's worried tone. "Like I was ripped off of my waist, then sewn back on." he answered. Jason chuckled. "Not too far from it. You got ripped by a Harpy, I had to force feed you almost half the bag of Ambrosia for you to finally stop groaning and wake up."

Percy smiled, "Thanks, Jace," earning a grimace from Jason. "Don't call me that, please." he groaned and buried his head into Percy's shoulder, snuggling. When Percy hissed with pain, he sat back up with a sheepish smile. "Sorry."

"'Sokay." he mumbled before slipping back asleep.

"Percy... Percy..." Moaned a lifeless voice. "How could you...? You said you loved me..."

Percy looked around frantically, but couldn't see anything, it was too dark. It got lighter, and he could see Annabeth, well, what should be Annabeth.

She looked ridiculously thin, almost a stick. Her usually neat and perky blond hair was disheveled and messy and there were dark shadows under her bloodshot eyes. Her face was cut up and her mascara was running.

"Annabeth..." Percy croaked, guilt piercing her heart. All this time he was with Jason, having the time of his life, and never considered to think about Annabeth or the rest of them thought. She must hate him.

"Percy..." She repeated, "I love you..." and with a harsh intake of breath, she killed herself with Percy's own sword.

The son of Poseidon howled, his muscular frame shaking as he tried to reach Annabeth, to hold her, to kiss her, to tell her he was sorry, but every time he tried, Annabeth slipped further away.

"Percy! Percy! Wake up!" A frantic voice yelled, shaking his shoulder. He blinked his eyes open, "Jason? W-what happened?"

"You were sleeping, but then you started screaming and crying, flailing your arms and legs. I've been trying to wake you up for at least fifteen minutes now." Jason answered, pulling Percy close.

"Annabeth... She-She said..." Percy started, but ended up crying. Jason quickly hushed him, pulling him even closer, so that he was in his lap. "It's okay... It's okay... You're fine... It was just a dream..." he kept chanting to Percy, and in a few minutes, Percy was sleeping with a smile on his face.

Jason grinned softly at his love, proud that he could make him calm down and go to sleep, and kissed his forehead, before also slipped into the world of Morpheus.

A/N: HOLY DUCK! I said I would update this like 2 months ago, shiz. Things kept popping up, and my uploaded didn't work. I think this was action-y and a bit fluffy near the end, so it was okay.