(i may or not have been insane when writing this)

Down Below by U.T.F.

The fall isn't the worst part. They cling to each other, and brace themselves for the crash at the end. It seems like they're falling for days, weeks, months, years. Whatever it is, it's not ending. They're only afraid of losing each other, not what's down below, or what could happen. Tightly, they just hold on, not wanting to be separated.

Somehow, they wake up, in a cold, dark cavern, but unscathed. When did I let go? He thinks, because they are 10 feet apart. They don't know how they aren't injured after that fall. Close to them lay a backpack. Inside are a laptop, a dagger, some ambrosia, and some crumpled webbing (she doesn't go near it). The laptop is still glowing, the little bit of ambrosia still intact, in a small plastic baggie. Neither of them know what to expect. They just carry on, resuming their old techniques; him in the front, leading, and her following him, weapon at the ready. The stupid ankle slows them down a little, but she's strong enough for the challenge of walking.

They wait for monster attacks, but there are few. And when there are, the monsters are half dead and their remains scattered, just like how their thoughts are becoming. Nico was right about the insanity part of Tartarus. At least fighting is easier; or maybe they're just getting better.

There's not much conversation. Their throats are dry and scratchy, and what is there to say? The ambrosia helps a little, but they have to use it slowly. They dread the day they run out.

After the first week, the ambrosia is gone. They have nothing in their bellies. Their organs gnaw, demanding something to eat. No luck. Now, they're fighting a battle against themselves: to stay alive. This is harder than holding up the sky.

They ditch the laptop, which is a hard decision, but is holding them back, as it's wound up with webbing, and they can't cut it off for some reason. If only Daedalus had a plan for Tartarus, she thinks.

Finally, finally, they reach the Doors. The light from the outside is blinding, and they have to sit down for a few minutes, try to remember that this isn't a dream. They are weak, hungry, thirsty, and tired. The rest of their crew is already there, healthy and excited, but don't go near the gigantic black hole. They look relieved. Maybe it's because they're alive, or because they're together. He hopes it's the latter.

Jason throws a water bottle at the Doors. They think, what?, and stare at him like he's gone crazy. The bottle's sucked in, and almost hits her, but she catches it. They take turns drinking, trying to use the most of it. Now, they feel much better. It's time to end this, once and for all.

"How are you supposed to get out of there after you close the Doors?" One of them asks. They look at each other, eyes wide.

They simultaneously answer. "We'll figure it out. Together."

A/N As leo valdez would say, "Bwahahaha!" i'm probably just gonna leave it like that...}:D

yeah so this was kinda in 2nd person

and idk

because i never write 2nd person

so i hope that was ok (it was better in my head)