DISCLAIMER FOR ALL CHAPTERS: I do not own Doctor Who or Percy Jackson and the Olympians.

I'm baaaaack! Did you miss me? Of course you didn't… Anyway, I had an idea for a story where…well, let me just show you:

Doctor pov

Sometimes I wish I could just have a normal, good, everything-goes-correctly day.

But that's never going to happen is it?

Rose, my dearest Rose, and I had just been banished from England by Queen Victoria. So, technically, Rose can never go home... We had just gotten back to the TARDIS and were about to go on a whole new adventure. That's when things went terribly wrong.

Sparks started flying everywhere, and Rose and I were tossed all around the TARDIS. Suddenly, everything went still. We had landed.

I put a finger to my lips, and motioned for her to follow me. I slowly opened the door and saw something I had never seen in my 900 years. It was a big grand room, with large columns and ginormous statues (I made a mental note to keep an eye on the angel statue in the corner). In the center, twelve thrones curved in a U shape around a large brazier of fire.

Each throne seemed to have its own personality. One looked like it was made of pure electricity. Another depicted scenes of hunts, and seemed to glow like the moon. But the grandest part of the room was the people. Humongous people about twenty feet tall sat on each of the thrones.

Having never been in a situation like this before, I did the only thing I could do. I introduced myself, "Hello! I'm the Doctor! And you are?" A man with a grey beard and stormy blue eyes responded, "We are the Olympian gods!" He thundered, "Introduce yourselves with full titles, or you will be incinerated!"

Great, a not-so-friendly host. "Rose, you better go first," I whispered, "Let's give them the shock of their lives!" She grinned evilly, "Hello, I'm Rose Tyler! I'm from London in 2005, and I'm Bad Wolf." I snickered under my breath and stepped forward, "I'm the Doctor. I'm a Time Lord. I'm from the planet Gallifrey in the constellation Kasterbouras. I'm 900 years old. And I've got a time-traveling police box. Have you got a problem with that?"

As I stepped back to Rose, a woman on a hot pink throne purred, "Oh I certainly haven't got a problem with you sweet cheeks." Feeling extremely uncomfortable, I was flooded with relief when Rose came to my aid. "OI!" She said, "Eyes off. If I'm correct, you're Aphrodite, which means you're married to Hephaestus and dating Ares. Isn't that correct? Isn't that enough for ya!?"

Aphrodite looked ready to explode, when we were saved by a bright light. Rose and I had no need to shield our eyes. Looking into the heart of the TARDIS and growing up with two suns had that effect on you.

When the light faded out, two teens were standing there. A boy, who looked about twenty-three years old stood there with his arms around a woman about the same age who was heavily pregnant. The boy had dark black hair with sea green eyes, and the woman had blonde hair and grey eyes.

The boy spoke, "My name is Percy Jackson. This is my wife, Annabeth Jackson. We have come from your future to read books about my life. We asked a favor of the Fates, so we could perhaps change some unnecessary deaths. The Doctor and his companion have been brought here as well. Mostly so they could have a relaxing adventure for once."

The woman on the silver throne spoke, "Tell us your parent, demigod." Percy smirked and tapped his nose, "Spoilers," he said, "Well! Let's get started!" Five books appeared in front of me, and I picked up the one top, The Lightning Thief.

I cleared my throat and opened up to the first page,

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