To RandomFanAuthor- they're not a mafia! It's a bunch of characters from a REALLY old story of mine that I did cross-over with Lou years ago, figured it was time for their comeback! And of course I quoted a vine, I couldn't help it :P

To Anonymous Person- Yes, sort of ^_^

To HoO Fan- Happy New Year! And I can't promise anything...

Leo was tinkering in Festus's brain when Lucy-Jo returned. Klouter was desperately stomping the torn up ground back into place, wincing when she saw her lieutenant marching towards them.

"It was the dragon-"

"We'll worry about it later." Lucy-Jo snapped, quickly apologising in a mildly softer tone. "You and you." She jabbed a finger at Calypso and Leo in turn, fury returning. "Anything else you want to tell me? Besides amnesia?"

"Um…" The pair swapped grimaces. Lucy-Jo clenched her jaw, shoulders setting.

"Maybe something to do with why she stabbed herself in the first place?"

"We could tell you." Calypso retorted sharply. "But we don't know you. We don't know where we are or what this place is, and you won't let us see Lou. So until we get answers, we're not saying anything." She tipped her chin up, determinedly staring Lucy-Jo down. Klouter pressed her hands together, almost in prayer.

"Klouter," Lucy-Jo growled, glaring at Calypso, "dismissed."

"Yes, Lieutenant." Klouter all but left a dust cloud in her departure.

Leo closed Festus's head panel, dismounting and wiping his greasy hands on his shirt. He stood by Calypso, joining her in the stare down. Festus rebooted behind him, clicking and whirring. He coughed up fire, gleefully stomping on the scorched earth. Lucy-Jo sliced a cold look his way.

"Control the dragon."

"Let us see Lou." Leo shot back.

"Can't do that."

"And why not?" Calypso demanded.

"Boss hasn't OK'd it."

"We don't care. She's our friend."

"She's my friend too." Lucy-Jo frowned. "If you want me- us to help her, we need to know what happened. Why did she stab herself, why has she got amnesia, why are you in England and where did you get a dragon?"

"Fine." Leo huffed, counting off on his fingers. "What is this place, how do you know Lou, why can't we see her and what's your boss's deal?" The stare down resumed. Neither side was going to relent any time soon.

"See, look, I told you!" Joel's voice bounced down to them. "I told you I sensed tension!"

"I marvel at your abilities."

"That sounded sarcastic."

"Maybe it was." Neville smirked. They stopped either side of Lucy-Jo. "What's going on?"

"Trying to get answers." Lucy-Jo muttered.

"Plotting their murders won't help, L.J." Joel grinned lopsidedly. "Allow me." He took a large step forward, lunging almost, fingertips on his chest proudly. He bowed to Calypso, offering his hand in greeting. Calypso glanced sidelong at Leo, unsure. Leo, being Leo, put his hand in Joel's, who noticed no difference and kissed his fingers anyway. "My lovely, I assure you we're only trying to help and your hand is very machine-oily, oh it's you." Joel snorted, straightening and linking his fingers with Leo. This plan had backfired. "First you're dreaming of me and now you're holding my hand. Don't tell Neville, he'll get jealous."

"I won't."

"Don't listen to him." Joel advised quickly. Leo wriggled his hand free, wrinkling his nose. "Look, we need to get on a level here. You want to know what's going on here, we're going to need you to open up a bit. We have to make sure we can trust you."

"Same." Calypso frowned. Joel put a finger to his lips in thought, humming.

"OK, try this- if you open up and tell us what's going on, L.J won't open you up with her knives, like she's currently envisioning. Don't do that face, we all know what you're thinking."

"Say what." Calypso blinked. Leo held his arm out, pushing her behind him and claiming a mallet from his belt. Joel eyed it warily, giving a minute shake of his head. Neville stuck his hands in his pockets, sighing.

"We're Keepers. Joel and I are techies, L.J is one of our Lieutenants."

"And what exactly is it you're Keeping?" Calypso asked over Leo's shoulder.

"Peace. Secrets. Treasure. No, that last one's a lie, I've locked all over the place and haven't found so much as a doubloon." Joel huffed sulkily. "Just… tell us why Lou stabbed herself, let's start there."

"She said 'god-killer'." Lucy-Jo chimed in, scowling. "What's that about?" Leo's shoulders tensed, Calypso placing her hands on his back. He glanced over his shoulder, a question in the brown depths. For a moment, neither of them could come to a decision. Calypso looked at the trio before them. They knew Louisa somehow. And the help had been offered… she nodded. Leo did not seem pleased with her decision, but he obliged.

"Lou… is possibly going… going to be responsible for the destruction of the gods." Leo muttered.

"And, uh… how much is this 'possibly'?" Joel asked, holding his hands up to measure. Leo adjusted his hands, from an inch apart and just kept going until they were as far apart as they could be. Joel considered this change, biting his lip. "Ah." He said. "That's… not good."

"We met with the goddesses of the past and future," Calypso added, "and…" She hesitated, curling her fingers in Leo's shirt, "her future crosses ours. So, she… she…"

"And the amnesia?"

"Gaia killed her." Leo spat. "Tried to, anyway."

"Who's Gaia?"

"Mother Earth. She tried waking up a couple of months ago, so we stopped her."

"Leo died to stop her."

"You died?" Joel's voice broke in surprise. He cleared his throat, coughed. "Right, rewind, you died? How, what, when, ooohhhh, witchcraft!"

"Joel, witchcraft is not a thing."

"We thoughts gods weren't a thing and witchcraft is so a thing."

"That's… a fair point, I won't argue with that and not the witchcraft you had in mind." Neville nodded, tucking his chin to his chest. Joel simply shrugged.

"So…" Lucy-Jo picked at her lip. "Lou stabbed herself because she's… going to kill the gods?" Leo and Calypso said nothing. "No, no, that's… I'll talk to her, she'll-"

"No offence, but what are you going to say that we haven't already?" Leo snarked. Lucy-Jo coloured furiously. She spun on her heel and marched off. Joel sighed, rubbing his hands together anxiously.

"Right, let her… do whatever she's going to do. Tell us everything and, when she comes back, we'll talk some more and I'll make waffles!"

"No you won't, you can't cook!"

"I won't make waffles!"