Hmmm. Well, my friends, I have decided that this horrible hiatus has gone on long enough. I am sorry, so very very sorry! *hides* DON'T KILL MEH! D:

So, yeah. I was looking at this fanfic cause I haven't touched it in a long time. I realised that I needed to get it together when I looked at the author's note on the bottom of the last chapter - HOLY SHIT, I WAS ONLY ON SEASON TWO OF DOCTOR WHO THEN?! I realised this had gone on long enough... (I've watched all seven seasons and Day of the Doctor, by the way. Who cried when Eleven regenerated at Christmas?! I did. A whole bloody lot...Dx Even though Ten is and always will be my favorite :3 )

So again, I apologise for the hiatus, and if you must yell at me, then do so in one of those lovely things called reviews! :)

Three hours later, Mitch was trying to convince Daveigh to come to camp as she walked angrily through the woods, knife drawn.

"Dav, Rachel may be able to help us," he said, trying to keep up. "And Chiron... We don't even know who took them!"

"Shut up, Mitch." She kept half-walking, half-running.

"You're just walking randomly in a straight line behind their...your, whatever, house."

"Shut up, Mitch."

"But...where are you even going?"

"Shut up, Mitch."

"You have no freakin' idea what we're going to do, do you?"

She abruptly turned around, angry green eyes meeting concerned blue, and she softened. Then, she kissed him.

"Shut up, Mitch," she whispered, and continued along.

He did not reply.

"Besides," she said over her shoulder. "They went this way. Can't you tell? There's destroyed trees and branches everywhere, and a bit of blood on the ground..." A horrible thought came to her, but she pushed it out of her mind. Her brother was alive. She could just feel it. "You idiot. Pay attention, Mitch, and don't forget to shut up."

"...Right."

OoOoO

"The right moment?" MJ laughed at Percy's statement. "The right moment. Okay. What exactly is the right moment, then?"

"Oh yeah. You're related to Daveigh." Percy muttered. "I don't know, okay? I've been in worse situations than this."

"You're related to Daveigh, too, apparently, so shut up." She was quiet for a minute. "How is she, really?"

"She's doing awesome," he said, surprised by the question. "She lives with me and my fianceé, and our -" He stopped, suddenly remembering Ivy and Piper. "Oh, no..."

"What? What's wrong? Is something wrong?!" Suddenly her voice was desperate, as if she was terrified to lose this one person who was her only hope.

Percy was now angry. Very, very angry. "My baby," he said. "My baby girl. She was at home with a friend of ours when we were kidnapped by gods-knows-what." MJ didn't say anything.

Percy's hands weren't as restricted as he thought they were, but he still wasn't able to reach Riptide without tearing them off. Right now, he was vulnerable and had to figure out how to get himself, a sixteen year old girl, and Annabeth - first he had to find Annabeth - out of this mess.

"Dad," he mumbled. "Help me. If Daveigh and I mean anything to you, then help me now. Please."

Nothing.

"Poseidon!" Percy practically screamed.

"Huh?" Said MJ.

"Okay," Percy said. "Fine. Anybody else?"

Nothing.

"Apollo?"

Nothing.

"Athena? I know we're not exactly on good terms, but your daughter and granddaughter are in danger."

Nothing.

"Why are you talking to Greek gods? They don't exist. You're even more cocked up in the head than I thought."

"Believe me, it'll make sense. Anybody care to help me? Anyone at all?"

They waited.

And waited.

And waited.

"Hello again, dear child," a pleasant voice carried through the dark.

Percy's head shot up, but he could see nothing in the darkness of the cell. Still, he recognised the voice and smiled.

"Hestia," he said. "Goddess of the Hearth."

"You're completely bonkers." Came MJ's voice.

YAAAAAAAAAAAY! NO MORE BLOODY HIATUS!:D :D

Also, if you like both PJO and Doctor Who, I ask and encourage you to read my new crossover story "Yellow Stardust"! :D

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