Well, I haven't updated in a long time. Sorry about that. I will try to update all of my stories at least once a week (I know I said that last time but for real this time). Also, thank you Guest for submitting a character, I had fun writing her. She'll appear in the next chapter (:

~Jackie

Percy's POV

I was pretty sure that old man had just spelled out Kronos. I thought we had defeated Kronos, but if the old guy was telling the truth, then we were in trouble.

"Well then," the Doctor stuck is hands in his pocket. "Where's the nearest hotel?"

"The hotel closed down last month," the old man. "Now, Harriet rents out rooms to anybody passing through."

As luck would have it, 'Harriet' was the creepy old lady on the porch. Up close, she looked even older. How was she still alive?

"A son of Gallifrey..." Harriet peered at the Doctor, her green eyes brightening. "I've been expecting you."

The Doctor's eyes narrowed. "What are you?"

"A friend," she cackled. "Follow me."

Exchanging dubious glances, Annabeth and I followed her through the house to our rooms. The Doctor and I shared a room while a door connected us to Annabeth's room. Harriet told that dinner was a six and shuffled away, her cat slinking behind her.

"I think she's an alien" - "I think she's a demigod"- the Doctor and Annabeth spoke at the same time.

"Maybe a daughter of Apollo," the daughter of athena mused. "Think about it Doctor, she was expecting you. Some children of Apollo have the gift of prophecy."

"She might be an alien that I've met on my travels," the Doctor sat on the bed. "Maybe she lured the TARDIS here so she harness her energy."

"She said she was a friend," Annabeth shook her head. "I-"

She was interrupted by a firm knock on the door. I went to open it and Harriet brushed past me to sit on the other bed.

"So, a daughter of Athena and a son of Poseidon," Harriet cackled. "What did your mama say to that one, eh girl?"

"How did you know that?" Annabeth leaned foreward eagerly. "Are you one of Apollo's children?"

My mouth dropped open, were we just going to ignore the fact that she had waltzed straight into our room and parked herself on the bed? Riptide was now in my hand, every inch of me was on guard. I edged closer to the old woman.

"Put your sword away, boy," Harriet leveled her gaze on me. "What do you think a 120 year old woman is going to do? Knit you to death? Feed you until you explode? Beat you with my slippers?"

Against my will, my mouth quirked, even if she was a moster, Harrier was funny. Then I froze, 120?

"120?" the Doctor grinned at her. "You don't look a day over 100!"

Sorry for the short chapter, I promise the next one will be longer