Finally! An update, Whooo!

Anyways I don't own Percy Jackson or Doctor Who

The Doctor was in the Capitol building that Percy was in. He had passed as a mental health doctor to the tributes. He lay in the chair, prepared to talk to all the crazy, bloodthirsty children.

Percy's PoV

I woke up feeling relaxed after a nice, dreamless sleep. I waltzed out of my room freshly clothed and showered, I sat down as the others were justing starting to eat their food. I looked at Haymitch, who was doing surprisingly well for being sober and didn't look too angry.

Katniss cast a sidelong glance at me "So, how did you sleep?"I questioned "Good" was the simple reply, you could tell that she was lying by the bags under her eyes and her disheveled hair. "Nervous?" She didn't respond and instead gave me a look that told me to shut up, clearly she wasn't a morning person. "Sooo, Haymitch? What's the plan for training?" He quit eating and looked at me "Don't show your best skills, work on things you aren't good at" I nodded and grabbed a plate of bacon and eggs.

After a well deserved breakfast , after all the most important meal for demi-gods was breakfast, Katniss and I headed down to the training room and alll the tributes stood in a line listing to the statics on we how we might die. We headed over to the knot tying station, which I was already a master at due to being a son of Poseidon, the instructor grinned at us and showed us some rather complicated knots.

Meanwhile we were all called by district to talk to a doctor who would evaluate our mental health. The careers all trained on their best skills, trying to intimidate the other "petty" tributes. The Cato kid was decent with a sword, definitely not as good as yours truly; me. He grinned at me and sauntered towards me. "Hey twelve, why don't cha duel me?" He smirked, clearly confident that he would win. I smiled and nodded heading towards the mats, I picked up a sword with a Greek design. It was steel and was balanced perfectly well with Greek letters running down the blade that translated into "Perseus" I nearly dropped the sword right then and there, instead I brushed off my shock and gripped the cold handle, I swirled the blade in my hand and beckoned for Cato to come at me.

He started with a swing to my leg to which I easily blocked. The steel clanged and I felt the power of the blow, his eyes narrowed and he pressed his attack, trying to give me little breathing room. Any lesser swordsman would have been overpowered long after a couple of blows from Cato, but, I didn't even break a sweat, I was vaguely reminded of my fight with Ares, Cato seemed to rely on his strength to overpower his opponent. I spotted an opening and when for the good'ol, tired and true disarming technique I learned at the age of twelve.

With a clatter Cato's sword fell to the ground, I didn't stop there though; I swept his legs out from beneath him and leaned over him, my sword half an inch from his Adam's apple. Then there was the sound of clapping, I turned around and saw all the tributes and instructors gathered around us watching the fight eagerly, best of all, Katniss stood up front, her mouth open and her expression flabbergasted, it was one of those Kodak moments.

I bowed, placed the sword back on the rack. Katniss jogged up to me, keeping my pace and climbed into the elevator with me. She glanced at me, impressed. "How did you do that?" I looked her, not wanting to go into my war-torn past. She saw my expression and did something really surprising, she hugged me...

Ohh, cliffhanger! I hope.

Anyways I know this might not be impressive, but have a good night and I will see you in the next chapter!