The Doctor and Annabeth were trapped. The monstrous, armored creatures had encircled them, cutting them off from the TARDIS.

The Doctor stood firm, never flinching, and… taunted the creatures. Annabeth was amazed; was there anything this man was scared of.

"What are you doing here? I've defeated you once before, and if you'd like a second helping, be the first to come forward. You think you can just walk in here and claim Earth for yourselves?"

The largest of the creatures responded in a gravely, rasping voice, "What we want is irrelevant. We exist to protect the Black Box, and you, Doctor, are a threat to the Black Box."

"Black Box? So you all are just fictionally generated protectors?"

"You do not have the clearance to receive an answer to your query."

"Of course they're fictionally generated protectors, right Annabeth?"

"Wh-what? Yeah, I guess…" Annabeth couldn't understand a word of the conversation, but she was beginning to accept that she wouldn't understand much around the Doctor. She realized that the bug things and the Doctor were still talking, so she tried to pick up what she missed.

"-ere is this 'Black Box?' I'm not trying to destroy it. I don't want to kill you, just stop you from bringing back the War."

"What you want is irrelevant." The Leader turned to the others and commanded, "Kill the girl and bring the Doctor." With that, it turned and walked toward the direction it had come from.

"Annabeth, run!" The Doctor shouted as he threw her the silver, metallic sphere he had taken from the display case. "This will keep you safe if you run into any broken regions of space time. Whatever you do, don't lose it." The creatures grabbed the Doctor, and Annabeth took off running, jamming her Yankee's cap of invisibility onto her head.


After running for quite a while, Annabeth stumbled upon a village. It was small, and appeared to be ancient Greek in its art style. She wandered closer, and saw a group a villagers. She pulled the cap off of her head, and the villagers quickly congregated around her.

"Who are you?" The oldest man in the group asked.

"What are you doing here?" piped up a younger man.

"She must be with the demons!" howled an older woman.

"Let her speak!" The oldest man commanded, "We must not always presume the worst. Now," he said as he turned to Annabeth, "who are you?"

"My name is Annabeth Chase, and I have no idea what I am doing here. In fact, where is here?" Annabeth responded.

"You are at the foot of Olympus, home of the Gods" the old man turned as he spoke, and gestured toward the mountain. Then, he and the villagers began to walk back toward their village.

"So that mountain is Olympus?" Annabeth asked while gesturing.

"Yes child, that great mountain is the home of our gods. We serve them with offerings, lest the demons come and take us away." The old man responded

"What are these demon things?" Annabeth asked.

"Great and powerful armored creatures, they raid our village if we do not send sacrifices to the gods."

"What kind of gods do you worship; my gods would never do that! In fact, what are the names of your gods?"

"They are the Menti Celesti, the great gods from before and after time. They came to us in a fiery, black chariot that fell from the sky." The old man intoned slowly, "And they demand worship."

"Menti Celesti? What are they? My gods are the Olympians. Mighty Zeus, Athena, Apollo, Poseidon; do those names ring a bell?" Annabeth was slightly worried. Why did none of these obviously Greek villagers know of the aptly named 'Greek Gods.'

"I do not understand, 'ring a bell.' Our gods do not gods do not 'ring bells,' and I have never heard of these gods you speak of, but surely they cannot compare with the might of the Menti Celesti: those who walk the Vortex of Eternity and view the minds of the universe? Our gods are truly mighty indeed" the old man quickly responded, as if in fear of something.

"Well, I'm not going to let these 'gods' of yours get away with this, I will help you free yourselves." Annabeth couldn't believe what she was saying; her fighting gods, it was almost laughable.

"Shush, shush child, they might hear your foolish talk and send the demons to descend upon us" the old man quickly cut her off, and pushed her into a small awaiting hut. Within was a woman cooking over a fire. She had long dirty blonde curly hair and appeared to be wearing… military gear.

"Another foreigner to keep you company" the old man said to the woman.

As the old man left, the woman looked up and smiled. "Hello sweetie, 21st century Earth by the design of your clothing and your speech pattern. And, by the expression on your face, probably just arrived with the Doctor. Am I right?"

"Yes, you are. And who are you?"

"I'm River Song, sweetie, and I'm here to help save the universe."

For the next hour, River and Annabeth compared notes about the Doctor, and talked about life in general. Suddenly, an earth shaking BOOM rocked the hut, and River jumped up and rushed out the door. Annabeth followed quickly. Outside, Mount Olympus was on fire, and a bolt of lightning shot off, striking a cave some miles from the town. A booming voice began to speak…


Percy awoke with a start. He was lying on his back on a hill, but none of the landscape looked familiar. He racked his brain trying to think of what had happened to him, but the last thing he remembered was relaxing in his cabin. He stood up and looked around, but still nothing clicked in his head. He looked down at the ground, and he stared in shock. His own shadow was gone, replaced by the shadow of a large muscular, one-armed man; the shadow was even facing the sun, making the experience all the more weird.

Percy turned as he heard the a buzzing, rending behind him; what greeted his eyes was a black, rectangular object. It appeared to be solid, but a door opened in the side facing him. A robed, hooded figure strode out and advanced upon him.

"Grandfather, I am overjo-" the figure began, but stopped after he realized Percy had no idea what he meant. "Where is the Grandfather!" He howled, "What have you done with his biodata?" The figure dived at Percy, the malicious intent obviously noticeable.

Percy pulled out Riptide and jammed it straight into the man's chest.

"Alright, why does Faction Paradox want me? Wait, how do I know what Faction Paradox is? What is Faction Paradox, where am I, and why do I have a scar on my right elbow?" He spun around, double checking his surroundings to make sure he wasn't dreaming

Because you are me. A voice responded, within Percy's head. I am the Grandfather they seek. I do not wish to be reborn at the time, for if that happens, all I have worked for will be lost. Time is about to collapse, and my return would only have speeded it up. Contrary to Homeworld opinion, I don't want an overhaul of the Spiral Politic, just a new view of it. The Enemy is returning, and my cousin the Doctor must be told.

"What? You're inside of me. Alright, I'll accept that," Percy said slowly, "but who is the Doctor? How will I know this person?"

Trust me, his smug, self-righteous attitude is impossible to miss. The voice seemed tinged with a little contempt, maybe even jealousy.

Percy looked around and then noticed a town in the distance. He headed for it. As he walked, his mind began to drift to orange skies and red deserts, silver leaves and golden grass. He realized he was thinking the Grandfather's thoughts again, and he forced himself to concentrate.

All of a sudden, the ground shook violently and Percy was tossed off his feet. The mountain ahead of him appeared to be ablaze, and a bolt of lightning shot from it, hitting the ground some ways off from Percy. A deep voice rang out all around Percy, and within his mind...


The Doctor grimaced as the Investigators pushed him dragged him along. He was really getting fed-up with the treatment he kept getting from the denizens of planets he visited. So he had destroyed the Investigators home, they should've moved on just like he did. Though looking back, the Doctor felt he couldn't really blame them for not liking him. The lead Investigator's voice brought him back from his thoughts.

"Doctor, you will help us repair the Black Box, then you will submit to death."

It guided the Doctor to a black cube, about twice as high as the Doctor, and the same distance wide.

"Fix the telepathic circuits, the Celesti will rise again" the leader intoned

"Not while I have this!" the Doctor yelled triumphantly as he threw his fictional generator into the air. He pointed his sonic screwdriver at it and activated the generator. Blue arcs of energy shot out, dematerializing all the Investigators.

"Now that that's finished, let's have a look at that Black Box, come along Pond." He waited for one of Amy's snide remarks, until he realized that she wasn't with him. He stopped for a second, and sad, wistful look forming on his face, but then he shook it off."I really need to start keeping track of companions; it's no fun to go it alone."

The Doctor approached the large black object. As he got closer, he could make out the empty spots of Block Transfer Computations that the memeovore had taken a bite of. But, considering what it had been through, it didn't appear all that worse for the wear, until the Doctor inspected the inside. The TARDIS's interior was sparse, but the telepathic circuits were fried. The personalities of hundreds of Celestis were damaged, some beyond repair. And all that the Doctor had with him was a book of Greek myths and his sonic, not much to go on.

"Oh well, at least I'll learn how to fix my telepathic circuit from all this." He chuckled to himself as he bent down, opened the console, and got to work. He worked for over an hour, pulling off parts of the console, connecting other parts, until he was sure the circuit was operational. He connected the book of Greek myths into the telepathic circuits last of all, so that any Celestis that manifested the themselves would have personality imprints of Greek gods.

"Here goes nothing," the Doctor said as he flipped the activation switch. When it began to whirr, he quickly left the chamber. As he walked out of the Black Box TARDIS, a thought hit him: who activated the fictional defense measures?

Before he could answer his question, a bolt of lightning slammed into him. A figure manifested itself in front of the Doctor, and spoke with a voice that shook the world.

"We are the Celestis, the Titans from beyond time. You will pay for what you have done, Doctor, for destroying Mictlan and the Celestis Lords. You will suffer!"


From beyond the Vortex, the Spiral that linked all points of the Spiral Politic, the dark watcher laughed. He would soon have his revenge, and Time's Champion would pay. The warped Spiral Politic buckled and tossed as paradoxical histories fought each other, the final moments of the Last Great Time War. Screams of immortals could be heard, as thousands of Chronovores, Eternals, Krakens, Reapers, and Old Ones were killed in the artron explosions of imploded history. The transcendental beings knew fear for the first time, and they fled before the might of these "insignificant" three dimensional beings. But the watcher watched on, waiting for the Doctor's death