"So, where do you want to go now?" asked the Doctor. He was stood in the command room of his TARDIS with his best friend Donna Noble, having just come back from ancient Pompeii.

"Well, we've seen ancient Rome, why not take a trip to Ancient Greece?" replies Donna after a few seconds of thought.

"Brilliant!" exclaimed the Doctor, a smile appearing on his face. "I haven't seen old Perseus for a while. He was the first man to kill Medusa." he explained, seeing Donna's arched eyebrow.

"First man? Medusa?" she questioned, as the explanation didn't help, in fact it made her all the more confused.

"It's hard to explain to human minds,"

"Not my fault my brain doesn't have the knowledge of a Time Lord! If it did I'd have bloody exploded by now! And medusa is mythological, fake. You talk about her as if she's real."

"Well then, when did we become so skeptical?" the Doctor said, walking to the central commands, twisting knobs and pulling levers.

"Don't you think I've gotten off your case, Mister!"

"It's Doctor, Mister is- err, was one of my third cousins. Strange chap he was." Donna felt a pang of sympathy for the space man. She wondered what it would be like to be the only one left in your species. But Donna needn't worry about that as long as the Doctor was around to save her kind over and over again. He was so unappreciated, though.

Her thoughts were quickly dismissed as the TARDIS started to toss and turn, signalling that they had entered the vortex. She grabbed hold of the nearest pillar, which held the Doctor's trench coat and prepared herself for the ride.

Once they'd finally reached their destination, Donna and the Doctor exchanged excited glances. No matter how many times he does this, the Doctor would always be as happy as a child on Christmas. "Let's get going then!" he says, picking up his coat and pulling it on. For some reason Donna didn't think this was going to be safe. Then again, life with the Doctor barely ever was. But it was just a little bit more, well, strong than usual. She could feel a strong aura of power emanating from the other side of the TARDIS door. The Doctor must have felt it to but just shrugged at her and opened the door with Donna at his tail.

Nothing could have prepared her for what she saw.

Kids. Everywhere. But that's not what was strange. The strange thing was that they all carried weapons. But it gets stranger; they were Ancient Greek weapons. But then there's the strangest part of it all; they were all dressed in orange t shirts and jeans. Not exactly the favoured fashion of the old Greeks, Donna could guess.

The Doctor cautiously yet somehow casually put his hands in the air in an "I surrender" position and stepped forward. Donna followed his lead, forgetting the casual part and just inched forward with a look of utter confusement and fear on her face. She had no idea how he did this all the time. Then again, he'd had 903 years of practice.

The Doctor opened his mouth to speak but frowned as he read the text on their brightly coloured t shirts. His frown quickly turned into a grin, whereas Donna had no idea what Camp Half-Blood meant. Maybe this is some sort of camp for Harry Potter fans. And the Doctor was smiling because he was a Potterhead? All Donna knew was that this was not ancient Greece.

The Doctor opened his mouth to speak once again but was this time cut off by a boy at the front of the other kids. He had messy black hair with sea green eyes and looked to be about 16. Next to him stood a girl with blonde hair and stormy grey eyes that were filled with knowledge. Both of their eyes had a weariness hidden behind them as if they'd been through Hell and back. She had been with the Doctor long enough to know it when she sees it.

"Who are you?" questioned the boy in an American accent. So they were in America. Things just kept getting better and better today.

"I'm John Smith. Err... Doctor John Smith." so he's playing up the fake name game, is he. Would be best if we're still on earth. "And this is Donna Noble." So much for fake names. Donna felt like slapping the Doctor. They'd just materialised in a blue 1950's police box and he was trying to make us look normal.

"How did you get through the camp's boundaries?" this time the blonde had spoken. It was almost as if they'd rehearsed this conversation. The Doctor pondered her question and suddenly his eyes widened. Donna saw some kids fidgeting with their weapons through the corner of her eye. Those things must be pretty heavy. They probably just want to kill us and get back to whatever they were doing before. If only the Doctor would just hurry up...

"I don't know..." he finally said, looking defeated. Donna was gobsmacked. This was the first time she'd ever heard that little sentence escape the Doctor's mouth.

"Your weapons don't work on mortals..."

"Donna, just- wait, what?" the Doctor's arms fell back to his sides and the children raised their apparently harmless weapons unsurely.

To be honest, Donna hadn't even realised the words had slipped through her lips. She stared at the Doctor wide eyed. "What?"

"B-b-b... What?" There was an awkward moment of silence whilst everybody tried to soak in the situation which Donna broke by bursting into laughter. The Doctor chimed in to, remembering the moment they had first met. They then realised that the kids were still there, uncomfortably shifting their feet and stopped abruptly. The boy and girl at the front exchanged nervous glances. It seems that they've ran out of ways to take control of the situation. Eventually the boy just shrugged and asked tiredly as if he knew the answer "Are you monsters?"

Well, one of us was an alien but does alien come under the category of monsters? She looked at the Doctor who had started off with one of his signature, long winded "well"s. Only this time it was getting too long for comfort. She had better step in.

"Doctor!" she said, snapping her fingers in his face. He came out of his daze but now the kids had gotten the hint and were more sure that their weapons would be able to decapitate them if needed.

"Where's Chiron?"

A/N

Cliffy! What a way to make a first impression!

Anyway, Wubbles Whovian DemiGods!

This is my first ever fanfic! (exciting stuff!) And I was a bit of a daredevil and made it a crossover! ;) Hope you enjoy! Sorry this is a bit short! So review if you like, review if you hate, review if you want to give me cookies (cos I'll give you cake back! (::) = |\/\/\/| ) BTW, I love you, even if you hate me! Well, depends how much you hate me... BUT I'LL GIVE ALL REVIEWERS CAKE, READ THEIR STORIES, AND REVIEW THEIR STORIES. That depends if you write stories about fandoms I read... logic.

Bye bye, and until the next chapter (hopefully that will be soon but school starts Friday so... :/)!

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P.S. I was just about to publish the story when I was like "Wait! I didn't explain why it was the 10th Doctor (which you figured out in the summary or by the trench coat) and Donna. Well, the 10th Doctor is like, the BEST FRIKIN' DOCTOR EVA! (minor fangirl spazzum) and Donna is a red head from London and is portrayed by Catherine Tate. And I think the 2 just suited the adventure and my writing style ;) That's all then! REVIEWW FOR CAKE!

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