The Doctor and the Demigods of Rome

Good to be Back

Eon and Oceana were sitting on the couch, gossiping happily about the hot Egyptians closer to their age, around fourteen, with the occasional hottie around sixteen and eighteen. Since they had gotten over the whole "you exist?" part of their relationship, they got to become rather fond friends. They would constantly train together, Eon teaching Oceana a few spells that even a mortal could do, such as something with a secret name or the use of the charms. Oceana, in return teaches Eon how to fight with a sword and how to stop someone from drowning you, a big fear of her due to the whole follower-of-Anubis thing going on with her.

The other would always find it funny when one of them messed up on something common for their mythological-civilization. Eon would mix up Poseidon and Triton ("but why would Poseidon name his son after a weapon?") and Oceana would mispronounce the names of the gods ("are you sure that R-A isn't pronounced R-uh?"). Either way, it was a learning experience for everyone in the Chase Family Home.

What they weren't discussing, though, was what they dreaded most: the upcoming battle and how all those hostages, including Kaysen, were involved in the Roman's plans. They were just glad to be discussing something beyond battle strategies with Devraj and how to use the aqueducts against them with Percy.

"Ooh, what about that guy Marcus?" Oceana asks, nodding her head at the well built young man. Around 15, 16 tops, he had the whole sexy muscles going on, but not too much like a body builder where it just becomes gross. And, according to Eon, he wasn't afraid to show it off in the Brooklyn House. That, of course, made the girls giggle hysterically when Eon said that no more than an hour before.

"Last I heard he was still with that chick Hannah."

"Hannah? As in blonde Hannah?" Oceana asks, shaking her head. "A waste of a perfectly handsome man."

Both erupted into laughter, smiling. It was hard to get on the level of friendship they had reached in so little time. It is an amazing level of friendship to reach, and it's a friendship that you know you will have with the other for many years. A friendship where you barely know anything about the other, but end up learning more and more about them with each passing second together, either intentionally or on a more subconscious level.

They'd been watching out the window all the trainees of Horus doing what they do - training, if you didn't get that from "trainee" - and looking good while doing it. Thankfully, most were teenagers, so it was a good sight seeing experience for the two.

"What are you two doing?" Devraj asked, entering the living room, and looking at what they two were watching. He was out there among them doing the physical portion of their training, but had left once they shifted to the magic. He, unlike the followers of Horus, he hated the fact that they used those avatars to beat each other up. Surprising, because his father does that. "Were you watching me?"

"Eew, gross, no!" Eon said, earning a giggle from Oceana, highly amused by the endeavor of the two cousins. They hated each other like siblings, which they practically were. They grew up seeing each other every other day, so they had a bond that Devraj and his sister could never have from being so different in their ages.

"Are you mentally flirting with the guys?" Devraj asked, sitting next to them. "This I have to watch!"

"Why do you hate me?" Eon asked, glaring at the follower of Ra.

"Because I do. Now shut up and pass the popcorn."

Within minutes Devraj was throwing his handfuls of popcorn at the window, yelling "bad form" whenever someone who he was rooting for in the magical sparring matches lost, or they used an avatar. This attracted the attention of the people outside, who laughed at the fact the two girls and him were watching them work out, making the said girls blush as bright as tomatoes.

After watching them fight for a while, the fights became more intense as they put together the ones who were training with them longer. People would use all sorts of magic, and eventually start placing bets. The area behind the couch where the three were sitting began to fill up quickly, someone selling Boy Scout popcorn began to make a huge profit from the hungry viewers, who, just like in any sport of movie, were craving mass amounts of salted and buttered puffs of corn.

Everyone had seemed to want to watch the sparring matches. A slice of peace from the never-ending preparations of war. Cheering would erupt when a good move was played, and booing when a lousy one was used. It was like the Olympics or the Super Bowl when watching it at a party, but less alcohol. Or wing dip.

In the middle of a sparring match between Marcus and James, something strange began to happen. A sound similar to a machine wheezing filled the area outside, audible only due to people opening the window to hear the spells. In rhythm with the wheezing sound, a blue box, small but tall, began to flash in and out, staying longer each time. Slowly, Oceana was able to pick out the details. Along the top was a black sign that, in white lettering, read as "Police Public Call Box" with the "Public" and "Call" in smaller letter, the "Public" above the "Call." Two windows, streaming with light, lined each side with two stripes going horizontal and one perpendicular bisector. A sign gave off a warning, labeling it as "pull to open," as though they " were concerned you may try to push. On the opposite door was a circle with a strange plus symbol, the letters too small to read. All this on a royal blue box, just like the color of Kaysen's sweater she bought at Walmart when they were shopping for the supplies for those weird screwdrivers that do more than just make shelves.

Eon and Devraj gave each other knowing looks. Standing up, they began to search for Devraj's younger sister, calling her name out into the crowd. Soon, she joined them, and they all walked outside, Oceana pressing them to tell her what they knew about that mysterious box that she didn't. Like who was inside, why is it blue, what's a "Police Public Call Box," and so on until they stepped in front of the terrifying device, her questions lost in her throat at what could make all those Egyptians stand around with their staffs and weapons and assorted stuff pointed at it as though it were the worst thing in the universe to come across.

Then Oceana remembered. In the newsfeed from Camp Jupiter about the escapees, who ended up being Kaysen, Rory, Amy, and Jason, they mentioned a dangerous weapon.

Described exactly like this.

"Devraj, I don't want to go back," Eon whispered, barely audible to her cousins.

The four of them stood in front of the door. Devraj sighed and looked at his cousin. "But we have to." He pushed open the door to open it, against the directions on the left.

"Oh, hello!" A cheerful man said with the oddest hairstyle, a bow tie, and a fez popped his head out the door. "I'm the Doctor. Who are you?"

The three looked at each other in confusion. What was he taking about? Of course he knew who they were!

Oceana, on the other hand, was creeped out in an extreme manner of the man towering above them.

"Move your unfashionable butt, will you?" A familiar voice nagged, pushing it's way to the front. Kaysen appeared below him, a smile on her face.

"Good to see me back, eh?"