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Act III – Enter America

Chapter 1

Molly had apologized to Mycroft. Everyone was now sitting down and listening to Sherlock and Jim break down the prophecy that John had spoken.

Jim lounged on the sofa. "Darkness infects the scepter'd isle." He sighed. "In the play from Richard II there is a poem that refers to England as the 'scepter'd isle'. Obviously, Darkness will infect England."

Sherlock nodded. His fingers were steepled together. "Hidden shadows hunt Death's Child. That's obvious. Dark creatures are after Molly, who is the daughter of Death. The question is why? Why are they after Molly? What do they plan on accomplishing if they grab her? Are they planning on kidnapping her or just killing her?"

Jim sent Sherlock a glare. "Sherlock. Let's not talk about Molly being killed. Hmm?"

Sherlock stared at him uncomprehendingly until his eyes lit up. "Not good?"

Jim rolled his eyes. "A bit. Anyway, 'chaos and justice join as one'. Pretty simple. Sherlock and I are chaos. Greg, John, Sally, Molly, Mycroft, and Andrea are justice." He smirked slightly at Sherlock. Sherlock didn't comment.

He just continued. "Until mortals' freedom are won." He nodded and started pacing. "This means that these shadows that are infecting England are going to attacking mortals."

Jim nodded. "But what two cultures? British and Greek?"

"How about American and British?" A new, female, American voice spoke up.

They all turned to see six teenagers. One Hispanic looking one looked like he could set the world on fire just for a laugh.

Jim jumped from where he was lounging and instantly started straightening his clothes. "Percy Jackson!" He looked ready to melt into a puddle of fangirl goo.

The girl who had spoken earlier, smirked. "How about we introduce ourselves?"

Percy stared at the Holmes brothers and Mary. A frown formed on his face. "Mortals?"

John instantly jumped up front and center. "Couldn't be helped. They had to know. They would have discovered it on their own then we couldn't have warned them ourselves."

A blonde girl with curly hair nodded. "Makes sense. Okay, I'm Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena."

The Hispanic boy grinned mischievously. "I'm Leo Valdez, son of Hephaestus." He turned to Mycroft Holmes. "This your house?" The elder Holmes nodded. Leo grinned. "You better get yourself a dog. I sliced through your security in about a minute."

Percy chuckled. "I'm Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon."

A black girl smiled and stepped partly forward. "Hazel Levesque, daughter of Pluto."

A meaty girl glowered at everyone. "Clarisse, daughter of Ares."

A beautiful girl stepped forward and smiled. "I'm Piper McLean, daughter of Aphrodite."

Sally Donovan started speaking first. "Sergeant Sally Donovan of the New Scotland Yard. I'm the daughter of Ares."

Greg stood up. "I'm Gregory Lestrade, Detective Inspector of the New Scotland Yard. I'm a son of Athena."

Jim moved closer to the group and spoke only to Percy. "I'm James Moriarty, son of Athena." He grabbed Percy's hand and shook it, then quickly moved back to his chair. Percy looked bemused.

Molly waved shyly. "I'm Molly Hooper, daughter of Thanatos."

Annabeth looked at her sharply. Her grey eyes assessing and almost dissecting her. Mycroft and Sherlock exchanged glances. This girl was smart.

John grinned. "I'm Dr. John Watson, son of Apollo."

Andrea sighed. "I'm Anthea, daughter of Hermes." She was sitting beside Mycroft then.

Percy strode swiftly forward. "Twelve demigods…" He glanced nervously at Annabeth.

She nodded. "Twelve demigods all gathered in one place…this isn't good."

Leo smirked. "Well it's a good thing then that Leo Awesome Valdez is around! This was what I was working on while you guys were shouting at me to hurry up." He produce five large spheres. "Something I cooked up when I was dissecting one of Archimedes' sphere."

Sherlock snapped his head up. "The Archimedes?!"

Leo grinned. "Yeppers! And they're all mine." Sherlock was obviously thinking of something he could use as trade, but Leo just lifted his hand. "Not even a king's ransom would get me to trade." He started activating the spheres and setting them in a circle in the middle of the group. "This works similarly to the Golden Fleece. It pretty much radiates pure fear pheromones that are only picked up by monsters. I'm talking the common, stupid variety. It's a 'keep away' scent. Hopefully we wont be bothered, and our own scent will be masked."

Jim stared at the spheres. "I'm willing to buy some of these from you. Five thousand pounds a sphere?"

Leo did a double take. "Eight and it's a deal. With a receipt. "

Jim smirked. "Someone's a business man."

Leo shrugged. "Lived on the streets, learned how to survive the hard way." Percy snorted in agreement. All the demigods had seated themselves around the room. Molly and Hazel were talking quietly about death and stuff. Jim had somehow finagled his way to sit between Annabeth and Percy. His sister looked ready to murder him.

Percy smiled at Jim and then turned to face the rest of the group. "Okay, who're the mortals?"

Sherlock straightened. "Sherlock Holmes, Consultant Detective."

Mycroft sighed. "Mycroft Holmes. I hold a small government position."

John, Jim, and Sherlock snorted. Mycroft sent them an irritated glance. Percy smiled. "Okay, so pretty much you're more important than you want us to know. Why? You planning on backstabbing us? Holding out your position so you can win a power play later on in the game?" His green eyes glittered. "I don't deal well with betrayal, Mr. Holmes. People end up dead." Jim looked like he had fallen in love. Mycroft looked startled.

Rolling his eyes, Percy chuckled sarcastically. "What? Just because I'm not a genius means that I'm not observant and intuitive? Thanks! We ordinary people shouldn't be underestimated. We might just surprise you lot."

Jim nodded. "Perfectly understandable. Ordinary people are extremely interesting." Jim said the word interesting as if it were another form of sex.

Annabeth cleared her throat and started cleaning her new dagger that Percy got her in replacement of her old one. Percy just snickered.

"Thanks. Anyway, our Oracle has given us another prophecy. It goes like this:

Darkness infects the scepter'd isle.

Hidden shadows hunt Death's Child.

Chaos and justice join as one-

Until mortals' freedom are won.

Two cultures unify once more."

Percy looked around. Everyone seemed stunned. Mycroft took a breath.

"When, exactly, did this Oracle give your prophecy?"

Annabeth glanced at her watch. "Exactly fifty minutes ago." She snapped his gaze to John. "Son of Apollo." Her eyes turned sharp. "You gave another prophecy?" John nodded. "The same one." Another nod.

Percy cursed and started pacing the floor. He turned quickly. "This has never happened before." Annabeth looked unnerved.

John looked back and forth at them. "What has never happened before."

Percy sighed. "The Spirit of Delphi is being channeled by two separate entities. One virgin girl, and one older, married, man."

John nodded and then stopped. "How did you know I was married?"

Percy gave him a classic Sherlock 'don't be stupid' look. "You wedding ring." He continued pacing. Sherlock's eyes widened.