The Guardians

Chapter 3

"Excuse me? Who the... who the hell are you?" Abbie said, her eyes narrowed, and her hand on the doorknob, poised for escape if need be. The teenager looked at the other two teens, one man, and one girl behind him. He then looked Abbie up and down. He grinned.

"You don't know who we are?" The teen in a bright orange t-shirt and messy black hair, looking confused. He turned to the only girl, wearing a similar getup, as if asking for an explanation from her. The girl just shrugged, and crossed her arms, her blonde curly ponytail waving in the cold wind.

"I've never seen you before in my life." Abbie said, her voice quavering just a tad, as she began to close the door. The older teen who had greeted her first with the light brown hair, put his foot in the door. He looked to the others for confirmation. The man in the trenchcoat, who looked suprisingly like Benedict Cumberbatch, nodded.

"We gotta go with plan B, don't we?" The boy in the orange t-shirt said calmly, looking from the brown-haired man to Abbie.

"It's the only way to keep her safe now." The boy with glasses agreed.

"I hate plan B." Muttered the blonde girl.

The man with light brown hair nodded, looked Abbie right in the eyes, and pulled open the door all the way. He put his hand over her mouth. Abbie's eyes got wide, and she started screaming as much as she could. He just held her tighter, against her wild protests to be free.

"Shhh." said the brown-haired man, and nodded towards the boy in glasses. The boy in glasses pulled out a stick, and muttered something that sounded like "oblivion" under his breath towards the living room where Abbie's grandma was.

"Alright, let's go!" Yelled the boy in glasses, and they pulled Abbie out of the house and into the street, and finally into a black van. They shoved her into the front seat, got in themselves before Abbie could even fathom what was happening, and locked the doors and windows.

"Great. She just got kidnapped by her favorite fictional characters." The man with light brown hair said, who was driving, sounding rather disappointed in plan B. The boy in glasses narrowed his bright green eyes at the man driving as they turned onto the highway.

"This was your idea, Laurance!" The boy in the orange t-shirt yelled, waving his arms, and pointing at the man driving.

"Wait, wait!" Abbie spluttered, looking at the backseat and pointing to them at them one at a time, as if trying to connect the dots. "Your name is Laurance? Like as in Shadow Knight was once blind and is really flirty wth Aphmau Laurance??" She asked the man driving, her eyes as big as saucers. Laurance winced.

"I prefer not to mention the whole Shadow Knight thing, but to be fair, I am Laurance. That one. The one and only." He said, winking at her.

"And you said... that... you're all..." Abbie said slowly, trying to understand. Laurance rolled his eyes.

"Well, you're pretty, if not a little slow. We're all fictional characters. Your drawings, actually, so thanks for bringing us to life." Laurance answered calmly and casually, like fictional characters coming to life was a normal, everyday thing that should not be freaked out about. Abbie blushed. Did he just call me cute? she thought.

"Don't mention it." Abbie said awestruck, sinking into her seat in disbelief. "Am I being punked? Where are the cameras?" Abbie said frantically, searching the glove compartment and her seat for the devices that were not there.

"While I love a good prank, and the Stoll Bros love them even more than I do, this, unfortunately, is not one of them." The boy in the orange t-shirt sighed, running his hand through his already messy hair. "So!" Brightening up, the boy in the florescent t-shirt gestured to the car. "Let me introduce you to the fictional characters that you love squad. This is Harry Potter." He pointed at the boy in glasses. Harry waved, with a shy smile, pushing his glasses back up his nose.

"Hi."

"Holy crap." Abbie's hands flew up to her mouth, and she started fangirling uncontrollably, bouncing around in her seat. All ideas of leaving were now out the window. Harry looked kind of used to it, but also uncomfortable.

"Is she... is she going to be okay?" Harry asked, pointing to Abbie with a slightly scared look in his eyes.

"This is Sherlock." Without missing a beat, the boy in the orange t-shirt pointed to the man in the trench coat. Sherlock didn't even look at Abbie, yet he greeted her with a clear, "Pleasure".
"Right, don't mind him, he's not big on... people, in general, I would say. This is Annabeth, my lovely girlfriend." The boy pointed to the blonde girl, who rolled her eyes at the compliment. Abbie smiled so wide, her cheeks started to hurt.

"Annabeth, you're really... really... I mean... holy... I've always admired..." The boy in orange, now slightly jealous of the attention, cleared his throat loudly. Annabeth giggled.

"Right, shall I turn my attention to the more important human at hand?" Abbie said, grinning, bowing a bit. The boy spread his hands.

"Obviously."

"So if she's Annabeth, and your girlfriend...which means... you're..." Everything began to click together in her head.

"The fabulous, the beautiful, the sassy... Percy Jackson!!" Percy announced with great fanfare and a wide smile. Everyone in the car groaned.

"For the millionth time today, Percy, you just have to say your name. That's ALL you have to do. No title. Just name." Annabeth scolded from the backseat.

"Look, you can't change a man..."

"Holy crap. Ho. Ly. Crap. I, Abbie Lowski, am sitting in a car with Percy, Annabeth, Sherlock, Harry frickin Potter, and LAURANCE??!!" Abbie yelled, flapping her arms wildly.

"I appreciate the frickin' between my first and last name. A great touch." Harry said sarcastically, peering out the window.

"But how did this... How did you..." Abbie stumbled over her words as she tried to find something she could understand in all the kerfluffle.

"Like I said," Laurance repeated patiently, tapping on the steering wheel, "the drawings you made were, and are, portals. They go from our world to yours. Every time a writer creates a new universe, it pops up. Sometimes it's never found. But there has always been a family that passes the gift of portal opening down from generations to generation." Laurance paused, looking at Abbie, waiting for her to get it.

"So, I can open portals."

"Yes."

"To fictional universes?"

"Essentially. And alternate universes."

"Why didn't my parents..." Abbie faltered, thinking of the current state of her parents. They never told her, and she felt betrayed. They knew how much she loved books, and how often she dreamed of entering the worlds in her books or television shows and leaving her own. She slumped in her seat, looking out the window. Sherlock cleared his throat.

"Now, I don't want to alarm anyone, but,"

"How do I do it? Why did you take me? What the hell happened to my house? Why didn't my parents tell me I had this? Does my sister know?" Abbie interrupted Sherlock with a barrage of questions. She was beginning to tear up, and wiped her eyes quickly with a sleeve of her school sweatshirt, turning away so Laurance wouldn't see.

"As I was saying, there is a black van following us. It's been following us for the past 10 minutes and it's been gaining. Likely a stolen vechicle, given the license plate is Montana and not Tennessee." Sherlock continued in his usual monotone voice, looking behind them. Instantly, everyone in the van turned around to see that indeed, there was a black van not too far behind them.

"Why didn't you say so before?" Laurance asked, gritting his teeth and swerving hard to the next exit.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this shorter chapter! I'll be trying to get another one up soon!! Potato. Out.