Leo's p.o.v.

A/N Comment if you think you can pronounce Moriarty's evil laugh!

I had been guarding my Pandorica for hours now, and honestly, this place needed a bit of excitement. So, you can understand my reaction when three people ran down some steps- from an entrance only I should have been able to activate- and freakin' opened my Pandorica! My Pandorica! Only dad and I should be able to open that. (I should know- I built it.) Unless…
I ran towards them, hands ablaze, screaming my head off. If they were who I thought they were, then I had done it! Rachel had told me, and if it was true...
"Where's Calypsooooooo?!" I bellowed as I sprinted towards them. My whole body was ignited now, just any chance to see her again…
However, as I got closer, I saw the girl, about my age. She had long, frizzy brown hair. She reminded me of someone… Someone bad. I took a different approach; I must be within hearing distance now.
"HANDS UP, ABOVE YOUR HEADS! BY ORDER OF TEAM LEO OF CAMP HALF BLOOD!"
She turned around and her eyes widened in horror, her hands flew to her mouth and she screamed. I realised how bad I looked and slowed a little. I waved my hands above my head.
"Hi! I'm Leo!" I saw three guys, two of which were holding hands. Sweet I thought. The tall one with the cheekbones had just come out of the Pandorica, the shorter one looked a little embarrassed at being interrupted in whatever they had been doing but I overlooked that. The annoying-looking blonde boy was staring at me like I was the only flame-welding kid in the world and the girl looked a bit more relieved now that she knew I wasn't burning to death. I waved and tried to look friendly.
"How do you do that?" She asked.
I shrugged, "Just can," I turned to the other guys, who were standing a little further apart, "How did you get out of my Pandorica?"
"Your Pandorica?" The younger one asked
"My dad's, I just fixed it up a bit after the last guy threw it off a cliff, and now I guard it. Where's Calypso?" I threw the last question at him, hoping to catch him off guard, but…
"How does it work?"

I leant on the Pandorica smugly, until I felt myself sinking lowly into the molten metal I had accidentally created; I was still alight. "Oh gods!" I yelled and quickly extinguished my flame. I blew on the metal and tried to mould it into shape again, but it was no use. I had broken it. "Umm, well it did work as a kind of thumbprint scanner thingy, but with your DNA. It should have only opened to my dad and his kids- so who are you?
Before he could answer, though, I heard a voice at the far end of the hall.

"So, we meet again, Mr Holmes…"
"Oh damn" muttered the cheekboney one as he tried to shuffle around the side of the Pandorica furthest from the shadows where the voice came from.
"Who is it?" whispered the other man.
"Well, you know I took up the most ludicrous legal name I could find?.."
"Benedict Cumberbatch" whispered the girl.
"Yeah, well I used my brilliant acting skills in a television program by the BBC, called 'Sherlock' and this guy," he nodded towards the voice, "played my nemesis, Moriarty. But something went wrong in filming and now he believes that everything we did was real."
Suddenly, the voice came again. "Yahaiablhakuqakalkunoot!" Which I guess was his messed up 'evil' laugh. "Did you get my text?" he asked in a sing song voice, "You never replied…"
"It wasn't my phone!" the tall man yelled back, "It was a prop! Now go home and stop stalking me!"

All of a sudden, a beaten up cat automaton trundled into the hall. I could see an open circuit on it's head that could do with replacing and covering up, and it looked like one of the wheels was stiff. Automatically I reached inside my tool belt but before I could whip out a screwdriver and circuitboard, I heard the rumble of oncoming feet and squeals of delight.

"Oh dear god," muttered the blonde boy, "Talking of stalkers..."