The door of the police box opened, its hinges creaked weakly. A man suddenly poked his head out; his curious expression in realization soon melted into a pleasant smile and greeted "Oh! A centaur, interesting. Er, hello! Where are we?" and waited for their response.

Chiron and the campers gaped at him and there was a short moment of silence. Percy would've addressed the man if he had not spoken up before him again, this time a tad bit louder but with the same pleasantness of his British tone. "Okay. And, oh-" He jerked his head behind him. "-we have your pet by the way, not to worry. Just thought you'd be looking for the…sweet thing."

Chiron talked for the first time since the man, calmly but firm, "Yes, he is, indeed. But might I just ask how could he possibly end up and fit in your minuscule box when he was here a minute before you landed and surely you've seen his size."

"Oh, don't get me started." the man marveled, nodding. "'Scuse me for a moment, thank you." then poked his head back in the box.


"Centaur and armed teenagers outside, it's all fine." He waved his arms around like a madman (probably because he is, never mind). The reptile had his massive snake-like head still risen up from the ground and is clearly wide awake with his low growling but in the not-so bright side, it still hasn't attacked any of them. Yet.

Beside and a slightly far behind the dragon, Rory ventured to the Doctor, "Wait, what do you mean 'armed teenagers'?"

"Teens, Rory, teens with spears, swords, knives and shields, thought you would love them. Be all Roman-y around them." The Doctor's hands waved and extended in the air with each weapon.

"What? Doctor, where are we?" Amy chimed in.

Before the Doctor could even reply his usual "I don't know", the dragon stood up. To the three's sheer surprise, it strolled towards the doors, vibrations sprang every heavy step he made, his long tail slithered behind him. Pass the Doctor, the dragon pushed through the TARDIS doors and out again in the open. Words of bewilderment filled the air.

Finally, the creature encircled the pine tree and sat casually, as if none of the last few moments ever happened.

Back in the TARDIS, the Doctor looked back at his companions. "That's settled then. Now come on! Let's go meet the others."

The Doctor hopped outside followed by Amy and Rory.

"Who are you?" asked the centaur.

"I'm the Doctor; this is Amy and Rory. And we come in peace!" Fitfully, he held his two hands up in peace signs with two fingers each. Apart from the sneers, when nobody seemed to go along he held it down with a hinted bitter expression. He looked around. Everything seemed to be normal and nothing alien. Except of course for the children holding the sharp weapons, that is.

"Sorry about that, ship materialised around your dragon here but the TARDIS is perfectly safe and no harm done. She is actually damaged and the old girl needs a bit of repairing before she can go again. So, where are we?"

"Long Island Sound, New York. Why?" said a boy in with dark hair in about 16 years old.

The Doctor squinted at his shirt. "Camp Half-Blood? It's a camp then! Great, love camps. You go sit by the bonfire, burn some marshmallows and cuddle by your mates and tell stories and sing-a-longs," The Doctor marveled dreamily, putting his arms around Amy and Rory's shoulders on either side of him.

"Let's get on then!" He started making his way down the hill, half-dragging the two with him, towards the grand looking "camp site" when a bulky-looking girl, just a very few inches shorter than him, held her javelin dangerously close to the Doctor's throat.

"Not so fast, mister." she commanded.

Outraged, Amy muttered "How old are you?" The girl snubbed her and kept her focus on the Doctor, who turned to his coat pocket, got out his psychic paper and in return, he held it right in front of her face boldly, ignoring the tip of her sharp spear held to his vulnerable throat.

"Not so fast yourself, little missy. All-round Camp Inspectors, actually, see how you would react and if everything is in check and the children's having a blast this summer-"

"We do not need any Camp Inspectors at all, Doctor. Everything is in perfect order." Chiron cut him off.

"What sort of camp doesn't need Camp Inspectors, really, Chiron," and as if a figurative veil of genuineness suddenly covered the Doctor's cheery face, he walked and faced Chiron.

"And what sort of camp is this when the children are allowed to play with big knives and golden plates, a big tamed reptile on the loose AND has a centaur for a director?"


Old Chiron looked straight into the Doctor's eyes without flinching or answering. It was definitely one of the times that Percy saw him looking that intently at someone who clearly knows something's going on.

"They've crossed the barrier fine, that guy just saw Chiron's true form through the Mist and Peleus ignored them." Annabeth mumbled between Percy and Rachel. "They can't be demigods, can they? I mean look at their age, it's impossible especially now that the gods swore to their promise on Styx."

"Tell me Chiron, what does 'Half-Blood' stand for?" inquired the man called the Doctor. Could this guy get any weirder? Percy thought to himself.

"Doctor, maybe we should move elsewhere," the guy named Rory started when out of nowhere, a familiar and that irritating bored-voice cut him off.

"No, by all means stay, Mr. Williams. It would be awful if we'd let our Inspectors go with our results being…substandard."

In a spot right in the middle of a small crowd where they were certain that nobody was there seconds ago was Mr. D sitting cross-legged in a small comfortable chair woven out of vines. In his right arm he held his usual beverage of diet coke and in his face he wore the classic expression of his utter boredom with the world. Poor Mr. D, while some of you think him basically as a child in tantrum.

Couple of minutes later, Rachel bid her farewell to the camp when her father had picked her up. After that, they've tucked the campers back into their cabins- except for the head counselors, whom are called to help sort things out. After the counterparts introduced to each other their names, questions rained the meeting room.

"Is this really a camp?" doubted Amy.

"Of course it is, look around, mortal," replied Clarisse from the opposite side of the table spitefully.

"Hang on, 'mortal'? I'm as immortal as any bloody god-"

"Does anybody want lemonade?" Chiron trots in the room carrying a wide tray with a large pitcher of the beverage.

On they went for a brief moment, having the room a total mess of mixed conversations and questions with Mr. D tolerating it, until Chiron had enough of it and called the room in order louder than he probably should have.

"This isn't working. Miss Amy, Clarisse, ladies please go sit as far as you can from each other for now. Drew, stop your complaining and Clovis, get off the Doctor. Percy assist him please. Okay, if we're settled as much as we can, Mr. D…?"

"Hello," the strange Doctor whispered to Percy who was pulling the leaning Clovis on siesta from the Doctor. "Would you mind telling me what you lot really are? Autons? Zygons undercover? Come on I'll find out sooner or later…"

Percy stared at the Doctor awkwardly and did not really know the proper answer to respond with. The Doctor knocked twice on the perplexed Percy's forehead like a door, sniffed him- which seemed to attract Annabeth's attention making her look uncomfortable- and looked at Percy eye to eye. "No, definitely not." Percy was just too confused to do something.

"Yeah, yeah. Well, Doctor, Miss Pond, and Rory…"-to this Rory flashed a distraught face and shrugged- "I welcome you to our humble camp and whatever," said Mr. D without so much an enthusiasm as expected in his tone. "We'll skip the rest of the introduction for time's sake."

Almost immediately, the Doctor turned away (to Percy's great content) and addressed Mr. D straightforwardly. "Yes, we probably should, the whole of it. Now Mr. D, what does 'Half-Blood' and 'Mr. D' really mean?"

"Quite the curious one, aren't you?" scoffed Mr. D and the Doctor shrugged in return, looking pleased. "Hera said you'd be one."

"Hera?" Annabeth inquired. "You mean the gods have something to do with this?"

"Gods?" the Doctor said puzzled and turning to Annabeth, who looked as much as confused as him.

Percy was becoming impatient to where the purpose of this whole meeting boils up to. "Yeah, gods. You know, those ancient Greek gods like Poseidon and Zeus? That's what we 'lot' half are. We're their children, okay? Not those Autons or Zy- whatever those things you just said a while ago."

"So you're telling us the gods are real and…and this camp is for their 'half-bloods'?" Rory finally concluded to himself in shock and the likewise Amy beside him said "But Doctor, how is that possible?"

"Anything's possible, Amy. Even landing in a far distant universe where this happens in a daily basis is. Demigods, centaurs, gods and goddesses, possibly the good old mythical creatures. All in another world. There's plenty of others but we landed in this one..."

Mr. D sat in his chair, fanning his face dramatically. "Loo Ellie, can you open the windows, there's too much scientific stuff going on."

The Doctor faced the camp director. "So Mr D. The D stands for-"

"Dionysus, yes, god of wine, madness and some plants. Took you long enough but anyway, this meeting is over now. You and your friends are allowed to reside here until your ship is repaired. Adjourned!"

"Prove it." the Doctor stated rather doubtfully and the god eyed him for a moment when…

"Doctor!" Amy screamed as thick grape vines wove their way up to her neck. Rory scrambled and struggled to remove the strong vines slowly enveloping Amy.

"All right, all right! You have me, let her go." The Doctor barked at Mr. D.

"Mr. D, don't we have the position to also know more things about this Doctor and his friends? To balance out the information." consulted Chiron, who had been quiet throughout the length of the meeting, from one corner of the room. And of course, the Doctor obliged.

He told his basic information with the help and little information put in of Amy and Rory, about his and also his gang's background. They needed not for an example since the materialization around Peleus had been quite enough. The demigods in the room all looked unsettled in general, but the two most ancient people, as time counts, looked convinced and in fact, Mr. D didn't seem to be bothered at all.

And I guess I should tell you why: The both of them knew this would happen, of course. Despite the growing tension Hera's upcoming plan, the 'switch' had caused, the gods foresaw an appalling force that will consume lives, mostly demigod, and use it to their monstrous advantage. It wasn't Gaia's or anymore dark almighty's forces as far as they know. It was something far more realistic and…extraterrestrial you might say.

The problem had already started in point of fact. In the past two days, 5 satyrs reported failed rescues of demigods and they've all been attacked by the same described monster. They don't devour the children on the spot like the usual do. When the satyr is dazed enough, they drag the demigod around and around, didn't matter where. And when they were red and a great portion of their skin was scratched blushing, they drag them underground, where the satyr couldn't reach them. This was worth a quest for the demigods, of course. But one man can only help to fully stop the problem. And so, when Rachel visited the camp, she had visions of his universally renowned transportation, a sign that when it finally arrives in their doorstep, a friend will be inside to help them.

"They can't sleep in our cabin." Travis Stoll automatically said, wearily. "We've still got too many people with the other cabins under construction."

"We're giving them as fast as we can." said Jake Mason.

Amy, Rory and most certainly the Doctor was impressed with the effort the kids were putting on patching up their camp. "Oi, it's all right, we can sleep in the TARDIS just fine. Bigger on the inside, remember."

"-although the bunks are still a bit off putting." Rory put in that it made the Doctor scowl.

"Are you sure, Doctor?" Chiron crossed his arms. "There are rooms down hall, if you might want to-"

The Doctor stood up from his seat and walked towards Chiron. "No really, thank you. We can manage in the TARDIS. We might join you for occasions and burning of marshmallows though..."

To Chiron's surprise, the Doctor grabbed him by the shoulders and kissed the air on either side near his face. He patted Dionysus' shoulder, ruffled Percy and Clovis' hairs then waved his hand for Amy and Rory to follow him. They waved their goodbyes and made out the door when the Doctor came back in.

"…You do do campfires in- in demigod camps, right?" he queried for the last time to them that night.

The head counselors nodded. "Oh yeah, and more grand than normal ones." Percy added.

"Marshmallows?"

"Yes, Doctor."

The Doctor nodded, beaming, and gave them a thumbs-up before running for the door. Percy and the other head counselors had had quite a long night and also went back into their cabins, carrying the information that an alien with companions are joining them for a time now.


I would have gotten carried away on that D part, tbh. ANyway, thank you for reading this and if you want (and please), leave reviews and other comments to this story. Or if you just simply want to sob with me in the corner about 11's regenaration this christmas, your review is most welcome. Happy new year!