So, for this story, it takes place in that final battle with Gaea, but this time Jason, Leo, and Percy kill Gaea together… or at least, that's what they're trying to do. Not giving anything away, haha! I know it happened in the books differently, and that having Jason, Percy, and Leo try to kill Gaea at the same time probably messes up the entire to storm or fire the world must fall part of the prophecy, but… yeah. I guess in my version, the boys are just going to use the combined powers of their mega powerful demigod awesomeness to defeat Gaea. Please review, but no flames! This isn't the first fanfic that I've written, but I think it's the first one I've posted, so… yeah. Sorry if it sucks, and virtual blue chocolate chip cookies if you read this through!(::) (::) (::)

They were suspended at least a hundred feet in the air, wind swirling and howling, water spray flying in his face. Leo was wreathed in fire, completely alite in the orange tongues licking his body. Lightning crackled around the swirling mass of air, water, and fire, as Gaea struggled to free herself from her cage, but all three boys gritted their teeth and held control.

The wound in Percy's side burned painfully at him, but he met Jason and Leo's eyes determinedly and they surged forward, Jason's wind making a path for them to the earth mother.

"On three," Percy gritted out, drawing Riptide, and the other two nodded grimly, Leo drawing a large ball of fire, and Jason, his sword.

None of them knew if they would survive this, if they would make it out alive, if Leo's explosion would wipe out the entirety of Camp Half-Blood, or even if they would succeed in destroying Gaea. "Three," Percy croaked out, his voice hoarse from all the shouting he had been doing down on the battlefield minutes before.

Gods. He hoped, at least, that even if he didnt make it, Annabeth woud. His Wise Girl. And, of course, given that neither he nor Jason were fire resistant, and that Leo himself had speculated that he wasn't even sure if he himself would survive the explosion he was planning… well. The odds weren't exactly in their favor, to say the least.

"Two," Jason shouted over the roar of his winds, moving closer to Gaea and raising his sword.

"One," Leo finished, and the three of them shared one last look with each other before Percy plunged riptide into Gaea's midsection, Jason blasted her with an enormous bolt of lightning, and Leo's ball of fire exploded in a shower of golden light.

The first thing he was aware of was the soft scent of strawberries wafting under his nose. His eyes felt too heavy to open, but Percy noticed the warmth next, coating his arms and neck, like sunlight. It was only a moment later he became aware of the grass poking at him, soft and scratchy at the same time.

Where was he? The Underworld didn't look like this. Feel like this. Smell like this. Gods, the smell of strawberries… the smell of Camp Half-blood.

But was this the Underworld? If anything, it would have been Elysium, but Percy didn't remember anything after he'd stabbed Gaea, and he would have had a trial in front of the three judges, right? Or maybe you weren't supposed to remember your trial.

Ugh. All this thinking was making his head hurt, and his entire body was aching. Worn out, weak, sore... now, Percy knew he wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, nor had he ever actually experienced being dead, but he was fairly certain this wasn't death. Which meant… he was still alive.

That thought gave him a sudden burst of energy, and his eyes cracked open, feeling like they'd been glued together. Large, blurry green blades of grass occupied the majority of what he could see, but Percy could sort of make out a shine of soft yellow light, and now that his senses were coming into focus… was that laugher?

He blinked twice, and his vision came into focus. Because he was lying sideways in what appeared to be a grass field, about half of Percy's vision was blocked by clumps of grass, but as for the other half… It looked like he was at the top of a hill, and down below in the valley he could make out a large blue house, what looked like a volleyball court, basketball court, field, several cabins surrounding it all, with a large wooded area off to the side.

Camp Half-Blood. Something was off, though. Percy knew it in his bones that this was Camp, it was his home, after all, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Maybe if he…

Percy curled upward and tried to sit up, but immediately sucked in a large and involuntary gulp of air at the sharp stab of pain coming from his side. He glanced down and swore. A deep, wide, bloody gash had torn its way just above his hip, and Percy could only hope that nothing important had been hit.

What had he been fighting? He could normally defend against most monsters… oh, right. Percy mentally cursed himself. He'd been fighting Polybotes, and though the cut had barely been a scrape at the time, the hours of fighting that followed hadn't exactly helped. Now, if it didn't get treated soon, even with ambrosia and nectar speeding up the healing process, the injury would likely get infected. Wonderful.

The first thing any demigod worth anything learned was that before you go exploring or fighting or anything, you had to make sure you were in the proper condition to do so. No use questing if you have the flu, right? True, most illnesses don't affect demigods that badly, but whatever.

Percy took a deep breath, but before he could fully appreciate his surroundings and gauge how badly he was hurt, someone beside him screamed.

"Oh my gods, Percy? What in Hades are you doing here? Why are you so-what attacked you?" A high, shrill, girl's voice pierced his skull, and Percy jumped. Or, well, as best he could sitting down.

A brunette with wide eyes squatted down in front of him, and Percy's stomach twisted when he saw who it was. Silena Beauregard, deceased daughter of Aphrodite.

The second the sight of Silena registered in his mind, Percy shut his eyes. He'd already deduced that he wasn't dead, but here Silena was, alive and in the flesh. And maybe a moment after he thought that, his gut wrenched.

Silena Beauregard. The hero of Olympus. Friend to all, and representative of all that's right in the world. She was maybe the sweetest person Percy had ever known, but she was still one of the first casualties in battle. And maybe, just maybe, if he'd been a little faster with that drakon…

No. Playing the Blame Game never accomplished anything, except for maybe making you feel unspeakably bad about yourself. Percy looked up into Silena's eyes, and felt like his heart was breaking. He hadn't even known her that well.

"...Percy?" Silena asked after a minute. "Are you okay?"

"I… yes," he said finally, and stared back down at the grass.

Silena considered him for a moment, then sat down cross-legged on the grass beside him. "Why are you here?" She asked him, setting down the bushel of strawberries she'd been carrying. "You normally don't come back for breaks… not that you can't come, but houldn;t you have sent word to camp first? We could have arranged transport."

Don't come back for breaks… What does that mean? Percy took a deep breath, and looked down the hill toward Camp. There were less campers than usual, only a few milling around the common grounds, but he definitely recognized some of them: Michael Yew and Will Solace from the Apollo cabin, Clarisse La Rue from Ares sitting with Chris Rodriguez from Hermes, Connor and Travis Stoll, Malcolm Pace from Athena walking over to the forges, where Charlie Beckandorf emerged…

Gazing around, Percy saw campers that he hadn't seen in over a year, but ones that had also died in the titan war. How was that possible? Unless this was a dream… but it didn't feel like one. And the cabins, too-instead of many cabins spilling over the hill, there were just the original twelve, the way it had been… before the titan war.

No. Percy massaged the fingers against his forehead in attempt to prevent the raging headache going on inside his brain right now, the idea was so hugely impossible to comprehend.

Glancing once more at Silena's curious and concerned expression, he couldn't argue it anymore. Somehow, Percy had been sent back in time.

"Pery?" Silena asked again, insistent. "I think you need medical attention. Like, seriously. Have you seen yourself?"

He closed his eyes. Time travel. How the hell was that even possible? First things first, however. Percy looked back at Silena's worried expression, and asked her calmly what the date was, to which she sighed heavily and began to get up.

"That's it," she said, tugging Percy's arm up with her. "You're not right in the head. We need to get you to the big house, like, now."

The big house. The big house, where Chiron would probably be. "Yeah," he agreed, and let Silena help him up. "But I'm fine. Honestly. I just have a small injury in my side, but nothing's wrong with my head!"

Silena raised her perfect eyebrows, and Percy rolled his eyes. He was fine. Silena was just overreacting, it wasn't like-Holy Hera. Oh, gods. As he straightened and stood up fully, a huge spasm of pain rippled through his chest, bad enough it caused spots to appear in his eyes.

He stumbled, but Silena caught him. "Percy," she said, draping his arm around her shoulders, "Come on, you can do it. If Annabeth finds out I let you die, she'll kill me. Please don't let that happen to me, Perce."

Annabeth. The thought of her was like coffee for his mind, giving him the strength to stumble about ten yards down into the valley of camp, before crumpling down onto the grassy hillside once more, completely sapped of energy.

Gods. He hadn't realized how completely drained of energy he was, how heavy his head felt, and just how sore his limbs were. "I'll be fine," he distantly heard himself saying as Silena tried in vain to sling him around her shoulders again.

Unfortunately, her small frame couldn't support his bulk, and the pounding in his head was only getting worse. Bright lights seemed to shine in Percy's eyes… too bright, they were making his head hurt… he would never get to the big house in this state.

With Silena growing blurrier and blurrier in his vision, and the aching in his side only getting steadily worse, Percy managed to push one thought to the front of his mind: they need to know. "I'm from the future," he burst out before slumping to the ground, unconscious.

Well? How'd I do? Sorry if there wasn't a ton of dialogue or action between characters, but there will be in future chapters. I plan on posting every Sunday, but I'm not sure how well I'll be able to stick to that schedule. Please, please, PLEASE review! It takes like five seconds of your time but means so much to me.