When she realised he was waiting for an answer, she said, "We're in a vault."

The person's face morphed into pure confusion. "Am I supposed to know what that is? Because a vault from where I am is a massive room reinforced with metal containing stacks of money…" He stared at the intricate walls and starry sky. "This doesn't look anything like it."

Fiona was tempted to whip her pistol out and shoot him but he hadn't caused any harm to her or Rhys, and seemed to dislike the Guardian.

"Are you stupid?" Rhys shot at the person, waving his hands exasperatedly. "A vault where the universe's hidden treasures are and one is here, on Pandora."

"Hey, shut the hell up you arrogant bastard," he snarled at Rhys. Fiona stepped forward and blocked Rhys. "You look like the type of guy to worship someone or be the guy who is worshiped who is actually a bag of shit."

"You got that right," Fiona agreed and Rhys looked at her in shock as she winked at him with a grin.

"How did you get in this vault?" Barry stood up and asked with an edge to his voice.

"First of all, you're not killing me you ogre. And second of all, I told you!" He shouted irate. "I got pushed into a portal while fighting monsters."

"And you're saying you don't know what Pandora is?"

Fiona and Rhys quietly watched the exchange and how confident the person was when talking to the alien.

"Nope," he said, popping the 'p'. "What country is that anyway?"

The Guardian reeled back perplexed. "Country? Pandora isn't a country, it is the name of the planet we are from."

"What?" The man took a step back. "You're saying I'm not on Earth?"

Rhys gasped and Fiona was surprised to hear that. "No, we are not but you are an Earthling you say?"

"Well, I'd have a hard to trusting you but this doesn't look anything like home. Like first of all, we don't have cyborgs or humans talking with random ass aliens," he joked and Fiona felt he could be in her good books but she was already content with her friends she had. "And yeah, I am from Earth?"

Barry was about to say something before the guy in his final 20's tapped his head and scratched the back of neck. "Forgot to say my name," he said and strolled towards the two humans. "It's Percy, and you guys are?"

"Rhys," Rhys told him instantly.

Fiona narrowed her eyes slightly, noticing how he lied about his name and her trust for Percy lessening by the second but she played it cool. Use what you got, right?

"It's Fiona," she fake smiled at him and he smirked back.

"Those fake smiles don't suit you, ya' know," he picked out easily. Fiona blinked in rely, usually able to pull of false attitudes and appearances easily and this stranger picked it apart in seconds.

"You don't fake everything else, too, do you?" Rhys asked her, a sliver of worry entering her tone.

"No! No, I don't. Come on Rhys, we are actually friends," she assured him with a genuine smile which Rhys smirked back at.

"You do realise your planet is galaxies away from here," the Guardian's voice rumbled.

"You're joking right?"

"No, I do not joke," Barry concluded.

"For fuck's sake, this stupid shit always happens to me and Fate just loves playing with me," Percy muttered to himself quietly so no one could hear him.

"Well, it does not matter. You have entered the Vault of the Traveller and will die with these two," he finished off.

The stars still shone brightly on the dark sky and the room was still glowing with ethereal colours. The towering mass of the Guardian stood tall, almost 30 times higher than the ant-sized humans.

Fiona readied herself and tried to think of a plan—something to do but her mind went blank. What could she do fighting something way out of her league? This person was stronger than the rock monsters who they had fought outside and that was with Gortys.

Rhys panicked and called out, "Fiona?"

"Yeah?"

"What are we going to do?" He asked, panting slightly. "We are definitely going to die, this guy is huge!" He ran a hand through his brown hair and mumbled to himself.

"I'm trying to think of something jackass, so could you shut up for a minute please," Fiona snapped back frustrated with how he was acting right then.

Percy however just laughed at the colossal being, doubling over. Each set of eyes in he room turned to him, all thinking he was insane.

"You think you can beat me? How pathetic! I've fought immortals stronger and bigger than you!" He boasted in a less arrogantly but more factual way.

Barry glared holes at Percy. "You should be cowering in fear! I will annihilate you first!" He opened hi hand to his sword, a sceptre blinking into existence. It consisted of gold trims and designs all over, with layers of clear white quartz. The point of had a neon purple jewel resting atop it, with gold poking outwards from under it,sort of cocooning it. The aura of the Guardian increased tenfold and the power radiated from the staff easily put the Hyperion and Pandoran on edge; but both noticed the laid-back and relaxed posture of the other guy.

Percy whistled to himself, waiting for an attack and crossed his arms mockingly. "This is so boring."

Barry concentrated an orb of energy into the jewel, and Fiona and Rhys dashed into a corner away from the danger zone. He pointed the staff towards Percy who wasn't even looking at it him and let loose the ball of dense energy. It flew at speeds unable to track and hit the marble where he was. Plumes of smoke rose into the air, and a smouldering ashen grey colour was left on the surface.

"Was that guy an idiot?" Rhys whispered to Fiona.

She shook her head. "He looked confident in what he was doing but my best guess he is now dead."

"Definitely screwed," his optimistic voice entered her ear and she turned to him and glared at him.

"He was too foolish for his own good," Barry blew on the tip of his golden sceptre and sneered at the place Percy once was.

"Who, me?" The sarcastic voice came out of nowhere and was especially loud to the Guardian. He pulled out his loyal pen and let it form into a sword and with a quick stab, pushed it within the creature's ear.

"Agh! How are you even alive you pest?!" Barry roared, and tried to flick him off with his hand.

"I told you, you're not killing me that easily," Percy reminded him and then leapt off the tip of his ear, his weight pulling the sword down the side of his face cresting a weird crevice. "Damn, this stuff works as smoothly as ever because you count as supernatural!"

He tried to swat him again but all Percy did was let go of the sword and latch onto his face, crawling quickly to the his source of vision. Barry finally brought his hand up to pluck Percy but he just seemingly vanished.

"Huh? Where did you go?" He yelled in outrage, waving the sceptre around.

The sound of flesh being cut was obvious when the Guardian screeched in pain and his left thumb fell to the ground with a thud. Blood gushed out endlessly and he bellowed in anger. He waved his hand a hit a pillar in an attempt to crush Percy who just disappeared once again.

Barry grit his teeth and smiled evilly. "If you don't want to die, I guess those two over there would." He turned to Fiona and Rhys who were crouching behind some ruins.

Fiona stepped out and pulled out her hidden pistol, taking a few shots at the beast. All it did was leave the tiniest mark and not even cause a moan of pain. Barry laughed at the pathetic bullets and waved his sceptre, power gradually coming together again.

Fiona put the gun back and sighed. "I guess this is it, huh Rhys?" She dropped down next to Rhys, both leaning against the pillar.

He looked at her hopefully. "Come on Fi, there has to be some sort of plan in that brain of yours," he demanded. "We can't just die like this, otherwise what was the point of coming all the way here?"

Fiona tried to calm her anger at Rhys at how he needed to be babied sometimes. "What can we do?" She calmly replied. "I don't think Percy would save us, he's only known us for the past 5 minutes."

Rhys knew she was right but he clung onto the hope something would happen, while Fiona stuffed out the spark of hope. He grabbed her hand and interlaced their fingers and she raised an eyebrow at him. He just shrugged. "Might as well," he said with a smile. She just wanted to punch the dweeb for being so nice right now.

They both shut their eyes and listened to the Guardian one last time. "Now you're—gah! What!" An explosion ripped through the air and shook the foundations of the room causing both to look at what happened.

Percy was there, holding a shield with a thick layer of water and ice covering it. It had seemed to stop the powerful attack of the Guardian and he smirked. "Did you really think I'd let you guys die? You're my ticket out of here."

Then he let the water evaporate and leapt up into the air, two identical swords glowing and brought them down onto Barry's stomach, pushing them deeper. Percy jumped off and landed gracefully on the ground, when Barry attempted another hit on him.

They both stood there, having a stare down.

Percy knew he would never be able to dent the guy much because a sword was like a toothpick to it.

"Why do you even bother? Eventually you shall run out of energy and die!" He roared at the demigod who gave him the finger. Barry went red in the face.

"First, fuck you. Second, fuck you. And third, let's get on even playing ground now," he cryptically said.

Percy shut his eyes and focused on every water molecule within the room, bringing them together. With a grunt, he slowly made an suit of armour from solid water and ice with a shield and sword.

Rhys just stuttered at the logical impossibility of what just happened. "How did he—?"

"I don't even know…" Fiona said in wonder.

Percy cried out with the massive power drain but held it together. Barry altogether backed up slightly at what the man just did, only supreme beings could do such things.

The water being grinned at Barry and charged. "Come on bitch!" He swung his sword horizontally at Barry who helplessly pushed his sceptre against it, knowing there was no dodging room. Percy only served to push harder, pushing the sceptre out of the way and embedding his sword in the gut of the Guardian.

Barry roared in anger and swung a punch wildly but Percy brought up his shield, his fists crumbling slightly with the force against it.

Percy then pulled it back and launched it at the face of the Guardian who stumbled backwards, his nose partially bleeding.

"Maybe you should've fought Vault Hunters instead of being such a lazy shit," he reprimanded him. "You remind me of someone—so much power but relies on others to do his dirty work but in reality he was so weak."

Barry brought his sceptre to him and wiped his mouth, which had a small cut. "Why don't you just die? If you are human you should not be wielding such power!"

Percy rolled his eyes and clapped his hands mockingly.

"First of all, who said I was fully human ya' dipshit? Definitely not me." Percy then readied into a stance, more tense than Athena's. "No more chit-chat, I've only been playing with your ass," he told him.

Barry howled in frustration and formed several beams of energy, trying to hit Percy who just dodged each one fluidly. Percy then rolled and brought up his sword, straight into his jewels straight up making Barry kneel.

He then proceeded to smash him in the face with his shield, and then form another sword of ice to penetrate the heart of the Guardian. "This.. is not possible." The Guardian rasped before crumbling into rocks with his humane side losing the life inside his eyes.

Percy was breathing heavily and let the water fall down and wash over the room. Within the next second, he collapsed onto the ground smiling stupidly.

Fiona got out from the cover and looked curiously at Percy who was panting on the floor. Rhys followed her line of sight and said, "We should help the guy out."

Fiona turned to him and blinked. "I'm not that much of a dick—and he did kind of save us…"

"Aww, there's the kind Fiona I know," he teased and revived a punch in reply.

They both walked on edge to the person lying down on the floor. "So…" Percy drawled out.

Rhys ran a hand through his hair, not sure what to say.

"You helped us, and so we're both indebted to you. The only reason I'm even bothering so don't get any ideas, jackass," Fiona said with crossed arms.

"Is that how you greet the dude who just saved your asess? If I wasn't there, you would've been crushed like a bug," he bluntly put the truth. "Just help me up and let's get out of this pile of shit."

Rhys chuckled awkwardly at that. "Yeah, Pandora isn't much better…"

Percy turned to him and creased his eyebrows. "So you're telling me there are massive monsters running around daily?" Rhys shook his head no.

"No, there isn't I guess—"

"Then this is a bigger shit hole? I can handle anything else great, thank you," he said sarcastically.

Fiona watched the interaction with amusement, it was like how she met Rhys. Confident and spouting crap using sarcasm and wit, except this person actually had evidence to back it up.

Percy was hauled up from both sides and got used to standing again, his legs coming back to him. They all turned to the chest shining like something from heaven, with a mixture of bright colours at the base of the throne.

They all began to walk together, Rhys on Percy's left and Fiona on Rhys's right, since she didn't personally trust Percy much. "What is a Vault anyway?" He piped up.

"It's a bunch of supposed alien technology hidden on Pandora, with lots of loot inside if you get past the Guardian," Fiona explained, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Percy hummed at that. "And if it's on Pandora, why did it come to Earth?"

"I forgot you're from Earth," Rhys mentioned. "That planet is known to be one of the best but it's light years away."

"It's an alright planet. I don't really know how to compare it since I haven't seen this planet yet."

"Anyway," Fiona continued the previous conversation. "This Vault was the Vault of the Traveller, capable of teleporting anywhere in the universe and it happened to like your planet before it was held in place on ours."

They trudged through the wreckage of the vast room, cracks stemming through the ground with pillars laying waste and Barry's body still lifeless.

Rhys and Fiona stood next to each other, Percy behind them and when she cast a glance at him, he put his hands up. "Calm down princess, I'm not going to stab you in the back when I just saved you." It didn't sound assuring but she knew he was right.

"Call me princess again and I'll rip your balls right off and feed 'em to the Skags," she threatened. Percy only smiled wistfully, Fiona reminding him of Thalia—his cousin.

"Okay, jeez, do whatever it is you gotta'."

Fiona then looked at Rhys and whispered. "Together."

Rhys smiled back and repeated her words. "Together."

They both put their hands on the chest or loot storage and then it vibrated with energy, with the lid hovering into the air. They quickly moved backwards cautiously while the lid landed next to the chest and warm purple rays of light flew outwards. Percy watched the interaction between the two—he saw how they insulted each other but knew it was only jokes and that they really were friends—like his relationship with Thalia. It brought a sad smile to his face, to know that he was never going to get back any time soon.

[End of the chapter]

A/N: Too lazy to give an original author's note for each story so here; hope you all enjoyed the story and review what's good and bad about it. Say whatever you want.

Laziness has been my main reason for a late chapter, but also lack of motivation to write which just comes and goes whoever got some reason. And I'm going on holiday for a bit so don't expect a new chapter any time soon.

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