A/N: Just a one-shot about Percy and Jason during the final battle of HoO. I figured they would not exactly get along at first, so this is just an imaginative piece on what would happen if they reconciled. Enjoy!

P.S. I do not own PJO. It belongs to the wonderful Rick Riordan.

Polar

"Jason, you have to relax," Percy Jackson grunted, dragging his teammate through the doors of the first building he could find. Outside, war raged throughout Rome. Perhaps, despite their beliefs, sailing there may have not been their smartest idea.

"Aw, man it hurts," Jason Grace grunted in response, as he was laid down on a lobby couch near his weakened side. The scene reminded Percy so much of his previous battle with Kronos…except that Annabeth Chase, his girlfriend, had been in Jason's spot.

Percy looked at Jason from top to bottom, surveying his newly founded ally. His left eye blackened from melee, only a blemish in his series of deep and light cuts from sword fighting. Weak, tired, and dirty, Jason shifted uncomfortably in his spot, desperate to move around and get back to the fight.

"Do you think we can do it?" he asked quietly, afraid of the response he would get. It was said that before his times at Camp Jupiter, Percy was known to be incredibly optimistic. Unfortunately, Percy still maintained his oblivious nature.

"Do what?"

"Win this battle. This war. We have lost so many. None of the Seven…thank the Gods…but who knows. I'm actually afraid for once."

"Nothing will happen to Piper, Jason. I promise. Stay and rest."

Jason grabbed a hold of Percy's sleeve tightly, signifying his reluctance to have him leave without responding honestly. He sipped lightly on the nectar given to him by the son of Poseidon. His stormy blue eyes pierced Percy's sea green ones with the same look of determination for which Percy became famous.

"Tell me what you really think."

Percy's eyes dropped, and then flashed with defense. "I don't know, Jason! I am scared. Happy? Percy Jackson is scared. Some leader, huh?"

Jason chuckled. "Aren't we all, Perce? Let me ask you something. Remember when we first met? We did not particularly agree on everything. We hated each other, even. Now here we are. Now, you're dragging your former worst enemy out of the fire."

"Your Point?" Percy asked in a gruff tone, knowing of his relationship with the son of Zeus.

"My point is that you and I are polar. The beautiful sky versus the majestic ocean. Yet, despite all these differences, we just saved each other twice. Most people wish they had friends that did that. Friends that stick by each other until the end. And more importantly—"

"—Wishing that they had the courage to die for one," Percy finished with a light smile. Jason returned it with equal affection.

Jason stood, finishing his nectar with a final gulp, using Percy's hand for support. "So does this make us friends, then?" he asked carefully.

"You said it yourself, we're polar, right?" Percy said indifferently, causing Jason's smile to fade immediately. However, Percy then grasped Jason's forearm in a Spartan handshake, nodding at him.

"Well the world will always need two."

Percy opened the building's doors with one push, allowing them full view of the chaos in front of them. He turned back to the son of Zeus, whose facial expression turned dark.

"I'll try again…do you think we can do this?" Jason asked, his eyes glued to the battlefield.

Percy turned back and uncapped Riptide. "Yes, I think we can."

"How?"

He never faltered. "As a team."

And together, they fought like Hades.