The Doctor and the Demigods of Rome

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May the odds be EVER in your favor! Happy Hunger Games to all of you watching that tonight! I’m watching it November 23rd before I watch the fiftieth with my friends (Kaplan/KappyWrites being one of them. SHOUT OUT TO YOU, MY SISTER FROM ANOTHER MOTHER!! GO GIRL SCOUTS!!!)

So, uh… don’t choke on the popcorn for me, cause I love you guys!

Kaysen was being fitted for armor along with some Egyptians. The Egyptians were more used to magic, so they hadn’t really needed armor in the past. At least, not this kind.

She would of hated the fact she was willingly going to war two regenerations ago, but now she was more open to it. Funny how when your whole body changes like that, your philosophies do as well.

If only Rose was here to fix her like she had before…

“For someone who knows a lot about both our cultures, I’m surprised you don’t have armor,” Kyle remarked, leaning against the door frame of the Chase household.

“Well, never needed it since I grew,” Kaysen replied, blushing.

“You’re free to go,” Leo said, looking at the two with a devilish grin.

“So, which are you? Demigod or magician?”

Kaysen started to leave the room, her new armor encasing her body. Kyle followed, eager for the answer, as a dog would be for a scrap of meat.

“None of the above?” she replied quickly. They had been staying in the Chase houseld as a home base, but most people slept in the bus due to lack of room.

“Mortal?” Kyle asked, sitting on the couch, which was surprisingly empty.

“She’s the Doctor,” Amy answered, moving a bin to the kitchen.

“You’re a doctor?” Noah asked, having been sitting on the couch before Kyle.

“Pretty sure there was a ‘the’ before ‘doctor,’ Noah,” Cassandra corrected, sitting on the flour, cross legged.

“Doctor?” Eon asked, looking at the ginger teenager with a gulp. “You’re the Doctor?”

“Uhh…” Kaysen said, looking at everyone, suddenly feeling harder to breath.

“As in, bigger-on-the-inside-TARDUS, Doctor?”

“There’s no U, it’s an I…” Kaysen mumbled in correction. “Thought you were in the wrong time, Eon.”

“Thought she was in the wrong time?” Kyle asked, a startled look on his face.

“How are you a girl?” Eon asked, moving forward away from the kitchen where she had been helping Amy.

“I… uhh…”

Kaysen was feeling the pressure of multiple sets of eyes on her. She rubbed her arm nervously, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

Sprinting outside to get some air, she left behind everything and everyone for what she hoped was enough time to let that subside. Her pink converse slapped against the sidewalk, he ponytail whipping in the wind. Her armor made it difficult, but she didn’t mind.

She grasped her knees, struggling for breath about two blocks away from the Chase house. She was up against a building, which she slid down to cradle her head.

Why was she getting so upset about this? Was it natural teenage instinct to want to fit in with others? She let her hand rub her eyes, only to find them wet with tears.

“Why am I getting so upset about this stupid thing of telling them who I am?” she whispered to herself, struggling to her feet. The armor made it difficult to move now that her initial adrenaline had worn off. “I’ve done it before… why can’t I now?”

Maybe it’s because of those stupid teenage girl issues that you were just complaining about, a tiny voice in her head suggested.

She began to walk, the Mist turning her bulky armor into a bulky hoodie. She put her hands in her pockets and looked down at her feet, ignoring all other things than her feet moving and her breathing, forcing her to calm down.

When she realized what was happening, it was all to late.