The Doctor and the Demigods of Rome

Coliseum

So, a week and a day has gone by since I thought up this story and wrote it down! Can't stop thinking of ways to continue on with the story, but I now know the general idea. This story is doing wonderful in my opinion!

But, for my plan to work, I need help from you guys! If you want to see your character in this story, just PM me their name, godly parent, if they're Greek or Roman, their gender (especially if it can be either or!), age, and anything else you think might help! But, you must have an account so that I may be able to ask questions about them!

You'll see why I'm going at some point in the future. I'll do my best to use all of the characters you guys come up with! Just note that if your character is a Big Three like Percy or Jason, they would have to be nine or younger, because the prophecy ended in 2009, and it's 2018 in the story. If you do so break that rule, your character will automatically be eliminated.

Sorry once again for a long author's note! Needed that to be said.

It's been a week since Rory met the devil known as Octavian, and all he wished for was his wife back. The two have been separated since they left the TARDIS, and it has been one of the worst weeks of his life.

Amy, in the cell across from him, completely unknowing, had felt the same. At least, unlike Rory, she had company. Jason, who was getting increasingly stronger by the hour, was with her.

"So, what's he like?" Jason asked a week after Amy and the Doctor had set him free of his bindings. He could stand now, but struggled with walking. "Your husband."

"We're both a hundred percent human," Amy said, having by now gotten used to the whole demigod matter. "He'd do anything for me. He'd wait two thousand years, just to ensure my safety in a big black box. He'd punch Hitler and put him in the cupboard. Heck, he would destroy the whole of time for me if it came to that."

Little to Jason's knowledge, Amy was talking about real things that happened. Rory, Lone Centurion who protected the Pandorica. Rory, the one who punched Hitler and put him in the cupboard when their daughter, Melody Pond, had forcibly taken them to Germany to kill Hitler. Rory, the one who punched the Doctor as well, saying that she was more important back when he thought she was dead.

"Sounds like he's quiet faithful," Jason said, using the walls as support as he walked closer to Amy in the other corner.

"Oh, he is. Didn't even hire a stripper for his bachelor party!" Amy said with a laugh. "But me, I ran away."

Jason was about to say something, but that was when a large group of Roman soldiers entered their cell. They grabbed each of them, forcing them to walk, Jason with some difficulty, to a small, open area.

The area was covered in dirt, trampled from feet going across it many times. A wooden door, with small holes that could barely fit a hand through, was in front of them, obviously a gate out. Behind the gate, though, was extremely loud crowd.

Jason gulped. "They're taking us to be slaughtered by the lion. We're in the coliseum." (Line, just in cause it doesn't appear!)

The Doctor sat cross-legged in a cage, watching the floor of the coliseum in front of her, deserted minus the occasional wind blowing the wind. The crowds around her chattered happily about how excited they were for the anticipated endeavor.

Only the Doctor and Octavian knew who was being sent in to fight a starving lion without any weapons. The Ponds and ex-Praetor Grace.

Octavian and Reyna sat in exquisite thrones behind her. They both wore the full uniform of a Praetor, but Octavian's was without the armor considering he was originally the augur of the Legion.

"Last chance for me to stop this," Octavian whispered at the Doctor, who merely stared ahead. "Your family doesn't have to die,"

The Doctor could see the slightest movement behind a door straight in front of her. The color of golden mane was seen. The lion was directly in front of her! Everything was going according to plan.

They released the "contestants" as the commentator announced. "First out is Amelia Williams. After her is Rory Williams, her husband. And lat but not least is…" a long pause, as if in disbelief. "Jason Grace?"

The crowd fell silent. Most people had heard he was dead. Only the guards who constantly watched his room and Octavian knew he was alive. Even Reyna had assumed he was dead after a while.

"Release the lion!" Octavian yelled as quiet murmurs filled his coliseum, but only after several minutes had passed and an emotional reunion between Rory and Amy had commenced.

"Don't you dare do such a thing, Octavian!" Reyna said, standing up. Any second now the gate would open. If her plan was going to work, it had to happen now.

She quiet slipped her make-shift sonic screwdriver from her shoe. It had been in there for a week, and had yet to be tested. But there was no time to test, just to hope that it worked.

Covering her hand over the sonic screwdriver as Octavian and Reyna quarreled about excluding Reyna in important Praetor decisions - like killing an ex-Praetor - she hid the sonic screwdriver, but pointed it directly at the lock.

Thankfully, it was magnetic, possibly designed by a Vulcan kid, and wasn't wood.

The buzzing sound was heard, making the time lord wince. Did it lock? She had no way to tell, thanks to the distance and the unfortunately timed wind. No time to consider the horrible, just time to consider the fortunate.

Opening the door to her cage, something she did in a matter of minutes since being first placed down, she crawled away from view.

Standing up once in the hall, she was gasping for breath, her hearts pounding at what felt like a million miles a minute. She began to walk normally down the corridor, as though she were here to enjoy the entertainment rather than save the three unfortunate souls who were to be fed to a lion.

"Hey!" a voice called behind her, making her silently curse. "You're not supposed to be back here!"

Turning around, a smile on her face, she casually stuffed her hands into her pockets. "Sorry, sir," she said rather enthusiastically. "I just got really lost looking for my mum."

"Mum?" the guy asked, scratching his head. Guess he uses the more American term "mom."

"We're on vacation visiting her twin brother. They're kids of Victoria."

"Sorry, kid, but you still got to talk to Octavian about how you got into this part," he said, grabbing her arm. Luckily, though, she's a mixed martial arts champion.

A quick side kick to the stomach, forcing him to gasp for breath while bending over. An elbow to the back of the spine, forcing to fall, belly-flop style. He attempted to get back up, but I kicked his head back down, forcing him into unconsciousness. Wow, that guy is a wimp, the Doctor thought, dragging him to a facilities closet.

She shoved him in, and ran for her life. Down the stairs, take a right. Look out of Romans. Simple when you're so small, and unnoticeable thanks to your age.

Finally, the Doctor came across a wooden gate, similar to the one she saw from her cage. No Romans were there, due to it already being closed, and locked with a magnet that can't even fall apart if two elephants were dragging either side.

"Amy? Rory?" the Doctor whispered from the gate. Three faces appeared from the other side, and thankfully they were all the people she needed.

"Stand back, I'm going to sonic you out," she whispered, pointing her screwdriver at the gate. Rory forced Jason back, and Amy went back on her own. Sparks flew, and the gate was open.

It took all four of them to push the door open enough for each one to crawl out. No one raised alarms, no one seemed aware they were even out of the arena.

"Let's roll," the time lord said, The odd group of three following behind her.

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