AN: I own NOTHING. However, somethings may be of my invention. I shall state whether it is of my making or not. I will create a series of stories following this one because it is Story One. This may best suited for Teens and over.

This takes place after the Heroes of Olympus series and right after The Name of The Doctor.

Enjoy...

Chapter One

Viva Las Vegas!

~Clara~

It was just an average day for Clara, that is if traveling through time and space with an eccentric 1000 year-old alien was average, which it was, at least for Clara. They had just left Trenzalore after the Doctor jumped into his own timeline to save her, which confused Clara so much, she refused to think about it. "So, Doctor, where are we going?" The Doctor looked up from the TARDIS console. "Hmm? Oh, yes, right, well I was thinking Las Vegas in 2013, because the last time we tried to go there ended up on a Soviet submarine with the Ice Warrior and that captain!"(AN: Cold War, anyone?) He huffed as he straightened his bow-tie. "Hey, that captain was quite nice!", said Clara. "Yes, yes, sorry," rambled the Doctor running around the TARDIS control room, using the console controls so fast Clara's eyes couldn't keep up. "So, Vegas or no?" Clara shrugged, "Sure, why not? I haven't gotten to see or stay in The Venetian yet." "Oh, you know once I went to Venice in the year 1680, met Casanova there, it didn't end well.", babbled the Doctor as he began a new tale of his escapades. "How d'you mean?" "I don't want to see him again at least not with this face, I owe him a chicken." "You owe Casanova a chicken?", asked Clara incredulously. "Long story, we had a bet."

The TARDIS began to materialize as it ceased to do the vworrp vworrp sound. "Come on, let's go!", shouted Clara as she tugged at the Doctor's Victorian era clothing. "Just a minute Clara, let me grab my fez!", the Doctor replied as he snatched his crimson fez off of the console and plopped it on his head, grinning like the madman he was. Clara really didn't see why he liked fezzes so much. He looked so bizarre. But, some how, his clothing seemed to work nicely together. "Viva Las Vegas!", the Doctor yelled as he burst through TARDIS doors, Clara running behind him...until they were met by at least 8 teens, all of them wielding a sharp weapon. "Um, Doctor, this isn't Vegas."

~Percy~

Life was great. The 7 had defeated Gaea and were having a great time at Camp Halfblood's sword fighting arena. Even Reyna was there too. The Oracle's power of prophecy wasn't working so for the time being, there were no quests. And so Percy was just sword fighting Leo who was very bad. Piper screamed, "Duck, Leo!" Leo ducked and unfortunately slipped. As he was struggling to get to his feet, Percy put Riptide just an inch from his face. "You'd be dead in a second Leo. You should work on your fighting skills more than your little machines, Repair Boy. Y'know, just in case." "I know, I know...", replied Leo, scowling as he limped over to where Jason, Piper, Reyna, and Hazel were watching. They were (unsuccessfully) trying to sharpen Leo's fighting skills just in case something like Gaea happened again.

Percy shrank Riptide back into pen form, and instantly was hugged from behind. A familiar voice spoke, "Hey, Seaweed Brain." He turned around to see his girlfriend, Annabeth. "Hey, Wise Girl. Where have you been?" She laughed, "Oh, you know, stuff." They were about to kiss, when a strange noise began to sound in everyone's ears. Then, as the noise continued, a blue box began to materialize next to one of the arena's training dummies. "What is that thing?", shouted Nico. He had been watching from the shadows,as usual. As the 'thing' continued to materialize, a blast of wind knocked everyone backwards. Finally, the noise ceased and there stood a blue Police Box as if it had stood there for centuries.

Percy was shocked, "How?!", he asked himself mentally. He noticed that everyone excluding him, had drawn their weapons. With a flush of shame, he uncapped Riptide. He glanced at Annabeth and saw that she was utterly confused on how to approach this. The atmosphere was tense as they all readied themselves for the worst. Suddenly, the doors to the box burst open as a strange man ran out yelling, "Viva Las Vegas!" A girl ran out close behind the strange man, but the odd pair skidded to a halt just mere inches away from Jason's blade. The girl cleared her throat, "Um, Doctor, this isn't Vegas."

AN: Review maybe?

I will most definitely add more chapters to this.