“Sure, you could still be mad at him, but it’s just wrong to kill,” he went on.  “You two aren’t even that different.  You both are related to the gods, even if you are his aunt.  To kill him is to kill one of your own kind, and your kind is probably endangered already.”

“Should I even care about that?” I rolled my eyes.

“You don’t want to be the last of your kind, that’s basically the only reason,” he shrugged.

“I am the last of the demititians,” I explained.  “I am already the last of my kind.”

The Doctor took a deep breath, collecting his thoughts.  While he was deep in thought for those few seconds, I could see the wildness of his expression fade away.  Of course, the madness came back as he came up with an idea.

“Yes!” he cheered to himself.  “I can’t believe that I hadn’t thought of this before!”  The crazed man then rummaged through his pockets until his hand wrapped around a small gadget and he pulled it out.  He wasted no time as his other hand swiftly took the sonic-thingy out of his coat pocket.

The thingy buzzed the weird noise as its light landed on the small gadget, allowing me to see that it was a pocket watch.  “What are you doing?” I asked.

“Do you have DNA of a demigod?” he asked in a hurry, eager for the answer.

“Of course I do, I was going to use it so the robot can locate Percy Jackson,” I answered.

“Give it to me,” the Doctor demanded, seeming to be excited about his pocket watch and sonic-flashlight.

I took a folded paper out of my jeans’ pocket and unfolded it until I found the single hair of Percy Jackson.  I had gotten it by slowing the entire world down so no one noticed me sneaking into his cabin and stealing his hair brush.  The action had nearly killed me so I don’t ever plan on doing it again.  I handed the hair to the Doctor and watched as he put it onto the pocket watch while his flashlight continued to shine on it.

“What are you doing?” I wondered.

“Reversing the conductivity of the empty DNA thingy so instead of storing DNA it would spread DNA to whoever is holding it.”

“So you’re putting the DNA of Percy into there?” I asked.  “Does that mean that I’d become Percy?”

“No, I’m just replacing your identity so the gods wouldn’t notice your presence in camp.”

“What makes you think that I want to be in that camp?”

“So you’d be with your kind.”

I didn’t understand what he meant, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to.  “So if my DNA is replaced with his, wouldn’t that make me a child of Poseidon?  Then I’d have to share a cabin with him?” I asked.

“From what I can tell, gods don’t have DNA, meaning that Percy is just a copy of his mom with these godly powers.  If gods did have DNA, they wouldn’t be able to have children with their own siblings and get children that are right in the head.  Then once you have the DNA you could practically be a child of anyone,” he explained.  “You would not be a child of Kronos anymore so no one would have anything on you too,” he added.

I nodded, only because I wanted him to stop talking so I wouldn’t feel so stupid for not understanding.  After a few more seconds of shining the sonic thing on the pocket watch, the doctor licked it.  “Yep, that should do it.”  He then held his hand out for me to take it from him.

“Ew, no.  You just licked it,” I refused.

The doctor rolled his eyes as he wiped the watch on his trench coat then said, “There, it’s clean now.”

I reluctantly took it into my hands and looked at the cover.  It had designs of circles on it along with lines, I didn’t understand what they meant.  “What am I supposed to do with this?” I asked.

“Just open it,” he confidently and proudly said.

It popped open when my finger slid to the button on top.  A series of blue and green colors shone out from it and into my eyes.

“Oh yeah!  It might hurt!” he warned me.

“What-“then the pain came into my eyes as if it felt straining.  Every single cell of my body absorbed the pain, all I could see was blue and I could hear singing of whales.  I couldn’t help but let out a scream as the waves of pain pierced every part of my body, including my insides.  You think that you’ve had a head ache before?  HAHA, no you didn’t.

After about thirty seconds of non-stop pain, it calmed down until I felt normal again.  “What the bloody Hell?!” I hollered at the Doctor, my voice gathering an English accent.  “What did you do to my voice?”

“Ah, sorry about that,” he smiled, if he didn’t mean for the accent to happen he must have found it funny.  How could he just be okay with his accent?  It’s not normal!  “Side effect of the sonic screwdriver, I’ve never tried using it on an American before.”

“Dam you,” I cursed.  “What about my vocabulary?  It has never been this way in all my ages!”

“Just the England way of speaking, now where the hell is the bloody camp?” he asked, making fun of my refusal to talk in such a way.