I sat down, my back facing the door, and started writing up the next chapter on my iPod (as I usually do) when I hear the sound of a sword being unsheathed. I turn around to find Annabeth, dagger in hand, standing in my door frame. I was not sure whether to be scared, shocked, or jumping in joy. "Do you own that iPod?"

"Yes..."

"Do you own the Percy Jackson and the Olympians series?"

"Ye- err... I mean, no! That's all Uncle Rick's!"

"What about Doctor Who?" this time it was a different voice. Oh, shi- Donna Noble was standing there and she did not look happy, a much worse situation then being in a room alone with an armed Annabeth.

"NO! It's Moffat's now! ERMAHGERDZ! My favourite fandoms are owned by two trolls!" I burst into tears, leaving Annabeth and Donna standing there awkwardly.

"Wanna... go back to Camp Half Blood and carry on with the story now?" asked Annabeth. Donna nodded and they left.


Percy was VERY confused. He was on watch at the hill top when he saw flashing in the middle of camp. He thought it was just his imagination but he could hear whirring as well. He decided to check it out, taking Annabeth with him in case he needed back up. That's when he started to get confused. Right there, in the middle of their magical camp, was a blue box. Annabeth blew the horn, summoning all of the campers to the box. It disappeared for the last time before solidly forming. Percy attempted to read what it said at the top of the box. Through his dyslexia, he could make out "Police", "public call" and "box". He was guessing it was a police box then. He didn't even bother to try and decipher what the note on the door said.

Then a man in converses and a trench coat came out, a red head close behind. The man was about to say something then saw their shirts and smiled. That's when Percy got even more confused. Was that an evil grin that a monster would use? Or was it simply a smile smile? Whatever it was, this dude knew where he was because of their shirts. Percy had been meaning to complain about the bright colours and obviousness of it all.

Percy started off the rehearsed questioning but when Doctor John (that's what he had called himself) was asked how he got through the boundaries he said he didn't know. It seemed pretty convincing but monsters could be good actors sometimes. Then the red head - did he say her name was Donna? - said something weird. It was almost like when Rachel spoke a prophecy except her eyes didn't start glowing. She had said that the weapons don't work on mortals. Did that mean they were mortals? But how come she knew that? Was she clear sighted? And why was Percy asking himself these questions?

Then more weird stuff happened. They burst into laughter, leaving the campers awkwardly standing there with their useless weapons. Percy's ADHD was starting to kick in and Riptide felt heavier in his hand. The two seemed to notice them and quickly stopped laughing.

Annabeth and Percy exchanged nervous glances. They had ran out of ways to question them. This sort of situation wasn't covered in camp councillor meetings. He decided to just go for it despite the fact Annabeth was going to probably smack him later. He shrugged and asked the obvious question. "Are you monsters?". Percy could feel Annabeth giving him her signature death glare.
He half expected them to laugh it off but instead John let out a long "well...". A VERY long well. His friend Donna had to snap her fingers in his face to snap him back to reality. And then Percy got to his current confusion level.
"Where's Chiron?" asked Doctor Smith.

And cue all Tartarus breaking loose. The campers charged forward and John pulled Donna into the police box with him. Woah - didn't it get a little bit... well... tight in there? thought Percy as the doors shut behind them. He was scared the box was going to leave as quick as it had appeared, without giving them any answers. Percy heard the whirring noise and knew he was right. But the box wasn't going anywhere and the whirring was becoming strained. Maybe there was something wrong with it...

Suddenly Percy had an idea. It was random, stupid and probably going to get them killed, but an idea nonetheless and so (A/N Fun. anyone? One Foot?) he turned to Annabeth and told her. "Have fun dying, Seaweed Brain!". So much for supportive girlfriend.

"I can defend myself! The library can't be that far away can it?"

"Do you even know where the library is?" she argued.

"Why would I need to? It's not like I enjoy putting my eyes through the torture of Dyslexia! The library is Tartarus for the Dyslexic!"

"Well then, I guess I'll have to go with you. You could use the help anyway."
Percy inwardly grinned. He had won this argument. And he got to take Annabeth with him to execute his brilliantly stupid plan. A Percy plan indeed.

As he was about to step out of the safety of the camp borders, Percy looked back at the Police Box. The two hadn't yet come out. Did they enjoy being in such close quarters? He and Annabeth had been through 2 wars and Tartarus but would never- okay, there was that one time on the Argo II, (A/N the Mark of Athena scandal? :P) and then when they- never mind. He walked to the library hand in hand with his girlfriend.

Percy looked around for a computer that wasn't too close to the windows or doors. He found one surrounded by bookshelves and plopped down on the seat.

"I can't believe you're doing this!" exclaimed Annabeth, "It's practically suicide, Seaweed Brain!"

"Well then why did you come?" argued Percy.

"Without me you'd be lost in the middle of Manhattan! And there's two N's in Donna!"

"Aren't you meant to be quiet in a library?"

"You got that off TV didn't you?"

"So what if I did?" Annabeth smacked his arm, but not for the reason he had thought earlier. Percy turned back to the computer screen and started typing Donna Noble. He thought that John Smith was too common of a name. He typed Donna N then hesitated as he tried to find 'O' on the chunky keyboard that lay in front of him. Annabeth must have seen his confusion and pushed him off of the chair, causing him to fall face flat on to the floor. She sat down and searched the name herself.

"OW!" said Percy from the floor a few seconds later.

"Percy, you've got to see this!"

"I'm a little bit busy making out with the floor, can you come back later?" Annabeth pulled Percy up from the back of his shirt (a very painful experience to have your ribs crushed and be strangled by your collar at the same time - man, when did she get so strong) and what he saw was, ultimately, worth getting up for.

It was a news article from a British newspaper's website (she and John did have British accents) headlined what Percy thought was "The Runaway Bride Runs Back Home" I knew that the British were witty but this was just way too long. I couldn't read the article, but the picture of the red headed Brit was more than enough.

"Bride... So she's married..." thought Percy out loud.

"What's wrong with that? Strike a fancy on another Ginger?" said Annabeth looking at him accusingly.

"What? No! Ew! She's, like, thirty!" he replied completely oblivious to what Annabeth had hinted at by saying another. Gods, she'd even emphasised on it! He was almost as dumb as Jason. Almost.

"So why'd you 'get your knickers in a twist' about her being married?" said Annabeth, using a British quote. Somewhere out there, a Briton was laughing their knickers off at the fact she'd said Percy wore girls' undergarments.

"Excuse me? Err... Get my WHAT in a twist?!"

"Forget it, Seaweed Brain." she said tiredly. He had absolutely no respect for the cultures. Annabeth pulled earplugs out of her pocket and plugged them into the monitor, throwing one end at a confused looking Percy. "It has an audio file, kelp head!". Percy nodded and put the plug in his ear, Annabeth doing the same. She clicked the little speaker icon and they listened to a British woman reading the article. The headline just seemed to roll off of her tongue. "I'll barely be able to understand her through her thick accent!" complained Percy (A/N I mistyped it Pervy XD) which earned another smack from Annabeth. But he was able to follow the major bits: she "disappeared in a cloud of gold dust when she was walking down the aisle", she later arrived with a man "who was tall and thin. Wears a brown suit. Maybe a blue suit. He's got a long brown coat. Modern sort of hair. All sticky-uppy." (quoted from Wilfred Mott, Donna's grandpa)

"That's him!" shouted Percy. "That's Doct-" he was rudely cut off by Annabeth absently shoving her hand in his face, her main focus being the audio and not her boyfriend. "Ow! That's my nose!" whimpered Percy. That boy, he went through Tartarus but can't handle a boo boo on his nose.
"What do you want me to do? Kiss it better?"
"I wouldn't mind..." said Percy casually. Just as the audio file ended, Annabeth leaned into Percy; and Tartarus explodes in the library.


Wubbles, my little Whovian Demigods!

That thing up there ^^ Yeah, you see it now? It was written on a late night car ride back home, and then on my iPod till about 12 last night. The reason: School starts tomorrow. *Starts crying again* I-I'm fine now. BUT reason number 2: My reedaz! Yes, I'm talking about you, Zarbi! *points at Zarbi through screen* for being my first follower! And you, Hylian Mage, were my 2nd follower! Then YOU! Yeah, SilverPoisons you were my 3rd follower! Then THE Runner of Sorts! Yes, the author who brought you Doctor in Manhattan, has followed my story, and left my first ever REVIEW! But then, oh, but then, there's FFOmbrea, who followed, AND favourited! (that's not a word, is it...) Then we have aronpuma, who reviewed, followed AND favourited, a triple whammy!

But yeah, thanks guys. You really do want me to write quicker, I never really thought that was true when other authors said it but now I know it's true! And sorry that this might have slipped into Annabeth POV in the middle a little bit. Chapter 3 is already 1/8 done! I love freakin' action scenes! But no OC's yet :(

Yours in Demigodishness and all that, peace out! } Leo Valdez *faints* Son of Neptune

*gets back up* Yeah, sorry it's such a long A/N. Toodles! ~Azzy