I have Percabeth feels today, so I wrote this little thing. I don't see a lot of fics about Percy's POV of falling into Tartarus, so I wrote one.

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO all dialogue used is from the actual book.

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Breaking through that parking lot with the Argo II and seeing both Annabeth and the Athena Parthenos intact had quite possibly been the most relieving moment of his life. Percy definitely had faith in his girlfriend, but he would be lying to himself if he said he wasn't a little worried for her. Well, okay, a lot worried. But it was okay now, he told himself, because they're here. He was alive, she was alive, and they were together, and after being separated for months, that's what mattered most. Annabeth was crying, and Percy could tell she was in pain.

"The statue is powerful. Something about it will help us top the giants," Annabeth said.

"The giants' bane stands gold and pale, won with pain from a woven jail." Hazel looked at Annabeth, impressed. "It was Arachne's jail. You tricked her into weaving it."

Annabeth nodded, and they all looked at Leo, who mentioned the dimensions of fitting the giant statue on the ship, and Percy cracked a smile at the image of the statue hanging out the end of the ship.

"What about you guys?" Annabeth asked. "What happened with the giants?" Percy told her about Bacchus and rescuing Nico. "So, the mortal side is in Epirus." Annabeth said "At least that's somewhere we can reach."

Nico grimaced. "But the other side is the problem. Tartarus."

A chill shot up Percy's spine, and he flashed back to another time, when he was twelve years old. In the underworld with Annabeth and Grover, he had come across the dark, consuming, evil feeling once. It had nearly taken Grover, and the three had barely survived. Suddenly filled with anxiety and mild panic, Percy guided Annabeth further away from the pit, because he had no desire to have that feeling again. Bacchus's warning of his voyage being harder than he expected echoed in his mind. Feeling more and more confused and nervous by the second, he opened his mouth to mention it. Unfortunately for him, the cave made a loud groan and began to tremble.

"Secure it!" Annabeth shouted. Their friends obliged, and they all moved toward the rope ladder. Annabeth was pale, and Percy squeezed her hand.

"It'll be fine," Percy reassured her. Looking back on it, Percy was sure that he had jinxed their future then and there, because that was when everything went to Hades. Nico had just reached the ladder when Annabeth gasped in pain and stumbled. "What is it?" Percy asked in concern. She continued to move toward the ladder, but… she couldn't. She kept trying to move forward, but was pulled backward each time she tried to take a step. Their eyes met, and the look of sheer terror and confusion on her face set off all kinds of alarms in his head.

"Annabe—"

Her legs swept out from under her, and her hand was wrenched out of his grasp. He stood still for a millisecond before he realized what was happening, and time began to slow down.

Fear was an occupational hazard of being a demigod. And Percy had experienced his fair share of fear. Losing his mom, fighting Kronos, waking up in the wolf house with no memory, even that moment on Olympus when he thought Annabeth was going to become a Hunter of Artemis terrified him. Now, as he watched Annabeth being dragged into the pit, he was filled with a new kind of Terror, because this time, there was nothing he could do. Except for one thing.

Fueled with adrenaline, he lunged forward to grasp Annabeth's hand, and by some miracle, he managed to get ahold of her wrist.

"No," He said, panicked. "My sword." But unless he let Annabeth go, there was no way he could reach Riptide. And Annabeth had lost all her energy. If he let go now, she would be lost forever. And there was no way he would let that happen Annabeth slipped over the edge, and the momentum carried Percy with her.

For a moment, he was free falling, and thanks to his reflexes, was able to grab a ledge about 15 feet below the edge of the chasm. Percy looked up and met Nico's eyes. He had his arm extended, trying to reach them, though Percy could see that there was nothing he could do. There it was, that cold, darkness that pulled at them, and then he knew. Knew that this was something they weren't getting out of. At least not together, Percy thought bitterly. And then Annabeth managed to speak. Well , croak was more like it. Her voice sounded like sandpaper, and sounded as if each syllable caused her pain.

"Percy," she said, "Let me go. You can't pull me up." Percy looked down at her. Tears were falling down her face, and she looked more defeated then he had ever seen her. He had a brief flashback to when they were 13, and Annabeth was lured in by the sirens, by her desire to have security, something she made. Something she could keep. Her voice echoed in Percy's mind.

"Something Permanent."

"Never," he said, because even if she were about to fall into the pits of Tartarus, then he would be by her side. "The other side, Nico! We'll see you there! Understand?"

"But—"

"Lead them there!" He yelled, "Promise me!" Nico looked at him with a solemn, reserved expression.

"I will," he said, and he withdrew his hand. Percy smiled sadly at him, and then looked back down at Annabeth. Her blonde hair was everywhere, and she looked a mess. And yet, when Percy's green eyes met her grey ones, she was still beautiful.

"We're staying together," Percy said. "You're not getting away from me. Never again."

At that moment, it seemed to dawn on Annabeth what was going to happen to them. Percy searched her eyes, her expression. Taking her in for what may be the last time.

"As long as we're together," she said, giving him the ghost of a smile. Percy looked up one last time at the sunlight, the ship, all their friends up above them. Then, he let go of his ledge, and together, they fell into the darkness awaiting.

A/N: Well, there you go. Hope you enjoyed.

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