This is overdue, I know. Blame exams. Thanks to all my reviewers, Avelynn, dazzeling diamond, 4evacrazy, the fates of love, Invisible Nobody, alicat 259, Goddess 95, Bj-midge-4eva, jay5merlin, Iris marshall, and Xhyperactive-pyroX.

Disclaimer: I don't own Lacrosse, COTT, any of the characters (except the mysterious stranger at the end) or Trafalgar Square.

Enjoy.

Jay looked down at Atlanta, who was curled on the floor, cradling her arm very awkwardly. Jay opened his mouth to speak, to ask who had done what to Atlanta, when Archie tumbled through the double doors, screaming "ATLANTAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! I'M COMING!!!!!" at the top of his panic stricken voice.

Unfortunately, Archie had been running at full speed, which though not as fast as Atlanta, was still something to write home about, and a bookcase was directly opposite the door. He slammed into it, dislodging every single book from the excessively enormous bookcase.

For an instant, the books seemed to hang in midair, suspended in time by some unseen, gravity defying force.

Then Physics got its act together, and over 500 hardback books buried Archie. Jay shook his head; no doubt the Purple headed warrior would have only bruised his pride. Which isn't necessarily a bad thing. He turned his attention once again to Atlanta, who was now sitting up, but still cradling her arm. Judging from the angle she was holding it, she'd most likely sprained her wrist. That was odd in itself, Atlanta wasn't exactly clumsy. But was more bizarre was the big deal she was making of it. She'd had 7 ribs broken by Cronus once and didn't say a word until Chiron had finished snapping them back into place.

Suddenly, Theresa and her Cousin burst in, both wearing there night gowns. Jay's nostrils caught the sharp scent of nail varnish mingling with expensive perfume.

"What happened?" the woman yelled, her voice fraught with concern and horror. Concern that we'll sue. Jay thought cynically.

"I was reaching for a book on the top shelf and tripped. I must have fell and sprained my wrist." Atlanta replied, wincing slightly.

"Oh, my poor dear. We'll get a doctor immediately!"

Atlanta's face contorted into a perfect mask of shock. "A doctor? For a sprained wrist?" She asked, her voice incredulous. "I'll be fine. I just need to keep from playing sports for a few days, that's all."

"Oh no!" Theresa cried, her voice was layered with disappointment, but jay knew her well enough to know when she was feigning emotion. "That means we'll have to miss that Lacrosse match. And we were so looking forward to it as well…" her voice trailed off.

"Well, that's fine. I'll rearrange it for another day." She turned to Jay and said "I guess you four will have to make your own entertainment tomorrow, I hope that will be okay?" He was much relieved; he had no interest in watching rich people play a sport that he had no interest in. He turned his mind to coming up with some possible ideas for what they could do for tomorrow. No doubt Theresa would drag them to London so she could haul Atlanta around the various designer stores, so he and Archie would need to find something in the vicinity that they could enjoy without worrying that their testicles were going to disintegrate from being in the vicinity of so much raw Oestrogen in its purest form.

Meanwhile, Theresa was guiding Atlanta back to her room, and her cousin had already left the room.

He turned to leave.

Suddenly, there was an eruption of leather behind him. He span around, and saw Archie, who had finally managed to dig his way out of the pile of books, and was now lying, still half submerged, on the pile, gasping like a fish.

"Would it… have killed you… guys to get me out?" He panted, his tone dripping sarcasm.

Jay just laughed.

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Archie hadn't been surprised when Theresa had announced, nay, demanded that they were going to London so that she and Atlanta could go shopping, despite the look of pure indignation on Atlanta's face.

He also hadn't been surprised to hear that Jay had anticipated this and had planned out a list of thing s that he and Archie could be doing that was far, far away from anything involving style, fashion or dresses. And first on the list: The Tower of London, the worlds' most famous prison in the world.

"Hey Atlanta," Archie piped up in the car journey to London. "I thought this designer places were like really violent and stuff, with all those women fighting over dresses and stuff. Is you're arm gonna be okay?"

"Huh, yeah right." Her voice dripped scorn like a tap. "You think I'd scream like that for a sprain? Or sprain it in the first place?"

"So what was with that little performance last night then?" He asked, confused, which wasn't helped by the fact that Jay was smirking, and making no effort to hide it.

"They faked it Archie. Theresa and Atlanta. They came up with the plan to get out of the lacrosse match. Honestly, could you not tell?" Jay was rather pleased with himself, and to be fair, had every reason to. He'd achieved what generations of men had deemed impossible, drawn a reasonable logical understandable conclusion from a female activity and, most importantly, BEEN RIGHT.

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6 hours later Atlanta sat in Trafalgar Square, surrounded by bags full of clothes that were impractical, uncomfortable, extreme, or all 3 at once. And those were the best of the things that Theresa had made her try on. Her feet were sore, her stomach hurt from the WAY too tight dress Theresa had literally forced her into, insisting it was exactly her size, and her face had been plucked, moisturized, enriched, and a million other useless beauty treatments.

And to think, she had come to England to relax!

To her right, sat Archie and Jay, looking altogether more pleased with themselves, sporting "I survived the Tower of London T-shirts" complete with fake blood splatter and a gruesome picture of a torture device that looked startlingly similar to a contraption she'd seen hanging in Aphrodite's room. She wasn't sure whether or not to ask the love goddess what she was doing with that… she wasn't sure she could handle the answer being a name.

Thankfully, the influx of images was prevented by the thump from across the square. It sounded rather horrifically like a cow being slapped against a wall.

In reality, it was a giant three eyed lump of…stuff smashing a human against the pavement.

"Cronus!" Jay yelled, drawing his xiphos and running forth to meet it. As if it wasn't going to be hard enough to get him to relax on this trip as it was. Atalanta thought while she removed the 8 million bracelets Theresa had insisted were "Totally her color" despite the fact that they were all different colors. Then, she strapped on her laser crossbow and took careful aim.

Meanwhile, Archie and Jay were busy slicing pieces of the… thing off. They were being quite successful about it, having managed to slice and dice about half the creature. Unfortunately, besides making it smaller, it didn't seem to be having much effect. Neither did Theresa's normally devastating downward nun chuck strike, which had the unexpected effect of bouncing back of the creature's pink, gelatinous body and smacking Theresa right between the eyes.

Atlanta pointed her crossbow, aiming carefully along the knuckle of her index finger. She carefully flexed her finger three times in quick succession, sending 3 white hot bolts of pure energy heading straight for the creatures 3 eyes.

The energy bolts hit their target, superheating the tissues in the triclops's structure, imparting vast amounts of energy to the molecules of its bloated cell membranes.

It exploded, rather reminiscent of an egg in a microwave. Unfortunately for Jay, he was standing right next it, and was caught in a shower of what basically amounted to sticky, viscous pink snot.

Suddenly, they heard a sardonic, slow clapping from behind them. "Very impressive. I thought I was going to have to step in, but you guys handled yourselves quite well. Overall, maybe an 8/10"

The source of the clapping was a small teenaged girl, dressed in a black sleeveless top, a pair of ripped black jeans cut off about half way between the heel and the knees. She wore no shoes, and even from this distance, Atlanta could see she was wearing quite heavy black eye shadow.

But what really got Atlanta's attention, was the fact that she was sitting on top of Nelsons Column.

Or at least, she was. Within seconds, she had back flipped gracefully off, and landed softly on the ground, which seemed to flex slightly in order to break her fall.

"Whoa, how did you do that?" Atlanta asked, breathlessly.

"You're good girlie, I'll give you that" the mysterious girl said. "But me," She shook her arm slightly, and a playing card appeared in it. "I'm magic!"

Ooooooooooh, who is this mysterious black clad stranger? And what does she want with the heroes?

Now, I'm still gonna write the next chapter regardless of how many reviews I get, but be aware, the more reviews I get, the faster I type. A Quid pro Quo situation, if you will. So… review. Please.