Sorry for the delay in updating (I say this all the time so really you should just expect me to take forever). I think this is the longest chapter so far, so please let me know what you think.

*6:30pm. Housemates are reflecting upon the earlier eviction.*

'So when do you think they'll get this party going?' Grover wondered aloud.

As though in reply, Big Brother answered. 'Housemates will all please congregate in the bedroom. On each of your respective beds you will find your costume for tonight. Enjoy!'

Barney, of course, was the first to reach the bedroom and pounce on his unmarked box. He ripped the lid off the box.

'Awesome, a suit!' He unfolded a plain black jacket, tie and trousers with a white shirt. 'But what is it? Ooh, there's more!' He pulled out a white morph suit. After a moment of confusion, understanding dawned. 'Slenderman!'

'It says so on the lid.' Sherlock pointed, walking to his own bed. Barney ran off immediately to change into his Halloween suit, eager to get rid of the sucky tie.

'Imaginative,' Tony said, holding up a shiny red cape. 'A devil. Look, I've even got an extendable pitch fork.'

'I've got a Mummy.' Martha held up a handful of yellowing rags.

'A zombie.' Annabeth displayed her outfit of ripped and messy clothes, along with a scarred bronze breastplate. 'A Greek zombie apparently.'

'Haha! I'm a werewolf!' Grover put on his hairy dog mask.

'Well it doesn't look like a real werewolf.' Hermione announced, opening her box.

'I don't know about that,' Annabeth disagreed. 'But it definitely doesn't smell like a real one.'

'Oh that's hilarious.' Hermione sniffed, pulling a tall witch's hat from her box. 'The Wicked Witch of the West.'

'How is this a ghost?' Draco asked, holding up a large white sheet with two holes in it.

'It's a Muggle thing.' Hermione answered.

'Well I refuse to wear it. It looks stupid and clearly isn't a ghost. If the Bloody Baron saw this he would pitch a fit.'

'We'll sort something out Malfoy, don't worry.' Robin assured him. 'You could just wear normal clothes and you can borrow some of this white face paint I've got.'

'What's your costume Robin?' Tony asked.

'Bride of Frankenstein's Monster.' She held up a tattered wedding dress.

'AHA!' The Doctor jumped up and down on his bed. 'I've remembered! Beetlejuice!'

'What?' Everyone stared at him.

'My costume is Bettlejuice, from the film! I couldn't remember what it was from!' He excitedly showed off the striped suit and white wig in the box. 'And they've given me a bow-tie instead of a tie, this is fantastic!'

Martha smiled in the corner. 'What have you got Tasha?'

Tasha was lying back on her bed. 'A vampire.'

Tony hissed with laughter. 'You're quiet over there Big Guy.' He called over to Sherlock, who was similarly lying back and relaxing. 'What's your costume?'

'A skeleton.'

Barney emerged from the bathroom in his Slenderman outfit. 'Check it out guys! How awesome do I look?'

'More than usual considering we can't see your face.' Tony chuckled, sidling into the bathroom behind him.

Barney checked himself out in the wall mirrors that encircled the bedroom.

*8:00pm. Housemates are in their costumes, in the living room, partying.*

'Thriller! Thriller nights!' Barney sang at the top of his lungs, dancing on the sofa in his Slenderman costume.

The Doctor, whose hair and face had been sprayed white, was discussing his encounter with a werewolf with Grover and Natasha over a selection of party food.

'Well actually it was more of a lupine-wavelength haemovariform than a real werewolf…'

Tony, dressed as the devil was twirling his pitchfork in his fingers, telling an extremely interested Annabeth about some of his inventions.

'Your Iron Man suit sounds like an automaton.'

'But this is manually controlled – by me.'

Natasha the Vampire and Robin the Bride of Frankenstein's Monster were talking with Hermione the Wicked Witch of the West and Martha the Mummy. Sherlock the Skeleton was sat with Draco the Ghost in the corner.

Abruptly, Tony stood up. 'This party needs to get going. Big Brother can we get some drinking games in here?'

*8:15pm.*

'Okay, so the rules are: you have this coin and you have to get it into that cup there.' Tony pointed to an empty plastic cup at the other end of the dining table. 'You have to hit the coin against the table and bounce it into the cup.'

'And if it goes in?' Annabeth asked nervously.

'You nominate someone to drink.' Martha explained to the shock of a few. 'What? I was a student.' She added defensively.

'Exactly.' Tony continued. 'And if you miss-'

'Let me guess, you drink it?' Hermione looked sceptical.

'Right you are Granger. So shall we begin?' Tony flipped the silver coin in his hand.

'Who's going first?' Grover asked.

Natasha slid a bottle into the middle of the table. 'Spin it.'

'Come on Barney!' The intense look of concentration on the blond's face was hilarious, he had removed the hood of his morph suit so that his face was visible. He flung the coin down on the table and it bounced right back up, shooting over the cup.

'DRINK!' Tony yelled, handing Barney a cup of beer.

'Dammit!' Barney stamped, accepting the drink and downing it. 'Spin it again!'

'Sherlock!' The lanky detective in the skeleton morph suit carefully assessed the playing field in front of him. The cogs in his mind simultaneously determined the weight of the coin in his hand, the rigidity of the glass table, the distance away from the cup, and the angles needed to accurately deposit the coin into the cup.

He raised his long-fingered hand and took aim, letting fly with the coin, not at all surprised when it sailed into the plastic cup with a smart thunk.

'Fluke!' Barney pointed.

'Well Shirley, who do you nominate?' Tony prompted, patting Sherlock on the back.

'The Doctor.' He replied in a heartbeat.

'What?' said everyone.

'Ooh goody!' The Doctor clapped. 'Beer is it? I've not tried that before. Oh my- you drink this stuff? It's vile! Ergh!'

The Doctor's face pulled itself into so many sour faces Tony thought his ribs were going to break from laughing. For a 900 year-old alien there were clearly things he didn't understand, one of which was the way to drink beer.

'Chug it, don't sip it.' Tony advised. And so the Doctor started chugging.

'Yowzah!' He squealed when the cup was drained, twirling in a gangly circle.

'Alright Sherlock, your turn again.'

For the second time, the coin plonked straight into the cup, not even touching the sides. Once again he nominated the Doctor to drink.

'Sherlock, why are you trying to get the Doctor drunk?' Robin asked as the Doctor beamed widely at the ceiling.

'Get in there Shirley,' Tony winked.

Sherlock bristled. 'I simply wondered what effect alcohol would have on an extra-terrestrial being.'

'Haven't you been drunk?' Tony probed. 'Surely that'll tell you.'

Sherlock huffed, ready to take aim again.

'Okay, new rules everyone!' Tony called to the gathered housemates. 'A maximum of three shots at the cups in a row, and you can only nominate someone once in those three goes!'

*9:00pm. The housemates are still partying.*

'Are you-' The Doctor giggled, almost toppling over. 'Are you my mummy?' He howled with laughter and fell onto the sofa, Martha cackling loudly too, her bandages unravelling. Barney was passed out on the kitchen table, so Grover and Robin were taking turns to draw on his face with Robin's eye-liner.

Sherlock was fiddling away in the corner, Tony heckling him and Natasha showing a rather tipsy Draco how to jig. Annabeth was dozing underneath the table and Hermione was searching in the cupboards for something to eat.

*10:00pm. Tony is giving Big Brother an introduction to drunk people.*

'Now see here Big Brother,' Tony slurred loudly. 'This is drunk people 101.'

He tottered over to Barney.

'This is Barney Simpson. A prime example of type 1: the drunken mess.'

Barney focused his wide eyes on Tony, his usually neat hair sticking up at all angles having removed his morph suit hood. 'I'm gonna get you! I'm gonna get you! AH! STORMTROOPER! DON'T HURT ME! I'm not the droid you're looking for! Noooooo!' He collapsed to his knees before the immobile stormtrooper statue, begging for his life.

Tony wandered away from him and over to where the Doctor was standing on the kitchen counter.

'This is the Doctor, Big Brother. But I don't think he's really a doctor, so shhhhh...'

'Tony! Tony Stark! You are wonderful, I love you Tony Stark! I love all of you! HUMANITY! I LOVE YOU!' Tony lunged out of the way as the Doctor fell to the floor like an especially gangly giraffe.

'Type 2, Big Brother: the loving drunk.' Tony nodded.

'I love you floor.' The Doctor mumbled, spread-eagle on the carpet.

'Moving on, we have the raging drunk, Natasha Romananovov...'

Natasha had won a drinking contest with Tony shortly before, and was celebrating with yet more vodka. She yelled something in Russian at Tony and threw a shot glass at him.

'I have no idea what she just said,' Tony informed the ceiling, where he assumed Big Brother was listening.

'Over there is type three, no wait, what are we on? Type four: the horny drunk. Robin Sher-something.'

Robin was on the floor beside Barney who was still staring in terror at the Stormtrooper. She was stroking his hair and kissing his neck, murmuring things as she did so.

'I think they want a room!' Tony whispered hoarsely to no one in particular.

'Next, we have the chatty drunk and a laughing drunk.' He wandered over to where Annabeth was earnestly telling Martha a story.

'...and then, pop! Percy wasn't a pig anymore! He was a person! Percy the person, not Percy the pig!'

Martha cackled away as though it was the funniest thing on the planet.

'This is Draco, he is an angry drunk...'

'It was all my father's fault. If he hadn't got caught in the Department of Mysteries then I wouldn't have had to get this damn thing!' He pulled up the sleeve of his white shirt and showed Sherlock the skull and snake tattoo on his arm. Sherlock continued to play the violin, like he was in a rather off-key musical.

'I can't tell if Sherlock is drunk or not.' Tony hoarsely told the mirror on the wall. 'Now who's left? I know!'

He bounded over to where Grover was in deep and emotional conversation with Hermione. Though, to be fair, Hermione was asleep.

'Clover here is a confederal drunk. No! A contenderal, dammit! Confessional drunk!'

'It was all my fault!' Grover moaned to the gently snoring Hermione. 'If I had been a better protector she wouldn't have been turned into a tree!'

'And Herman is obviously a sleepy drunk.' Tony concluded. 'And me! Well, I can promise you that I am nowhere near as drunk as they all are.' He jerked his thumb behind him where we was talking to a lamp stand.

'Could all housemates return to the bedroom.' The cool robotic voice of Big Brother inquired.

All eleven housemates trickled out of the lounge, the Doctor helping Hermione along as she staggered sleepily forward.

'Night Big Brother!' Tony called, tripping over his suitcase and passing out on his bed.

*Day 3 in the Big Brother house.

08:00am. The housemates have just been rudely awoken by the morning alarm.*

'What in Zeus' name is that noise?' Grover moaned, wrapping a pillow around his curly topped head.

'This must be what Tartarus sounds like.' Annabeth groaned, forcing herself into a sitting position. She looked positively grey, but that was largely to do with her zombie make-up from the night before.

Sherlock was sat on his corner bed rubbing his temples, still in his skeleton onesie. The Doctor was moving round the room waking people up, bits of his hair still sprayed white.

'Hermione? Wakey wakey rise and shine!'

'Am I late for breakfast?' She mumbled groggily, still wearing the green face paint from the previous night.

'No, not yet.' The Doctor moved over to wake Natasha. He paused beside her bed for a moment before promptly skipping away to Barney and Robin's beds.

'Good choice,' Draco drawled, his face also more white face paint than skin. Across the room Martha was untangling herself from her Mummy costume.

Robin's hair was wild from the hairspray she'd put on it lat night, in fact, she looked more like the Bride of Frankenstein's Monster that morning than she had the night before. Barney smoothed his Slenderman suit as he pushed himself up from his bed.

'Just Tony and Natasha now,' the Doctor informed everyone loudly over the still blaring siren.

'I'm up!' Natasha called, her lips bright red from the vampire costume.

The Doctor attempted to wake Tony up, but he appeared dead to the world, eventually surfacing enough to mumble: 'Doc, that had better not be you jabbing me in the side.'

The siren stopped when he rolled over into a sitting position.

'Oh, it was just my extendable pitch fork.'

*10:00am. All housemates are in the living room having breakfast.*

'I think that was the best shower I've ever had.' Robin told the table, her hair back to its usual volume and colour.

'Grub's up!' Grover delivered plates of bacon and toast onto the table, Hermione following behind with fried eggs and sausages. Grover himself munched on the left-over washed-out beer cans from last night while the others dug into their greasy post-alcohol breakfast.

'Housemates.' Big Brother interrupted. 'You will be expected to make your second nominations later today. Also, today you will be granted access to the Big Brother House garden.'

'Yeah!' Barney whooped.

'Sssshhhh!' Robin scolded, holding her head.

*11:00am. Housemates are in the lounge, on the sofas.*

'Housemates. You now have access to the garden.'

'AWESOME!' Barney leapt from the sofa and wrenched the glass door aside to get into the garden. Outside in the comparatively fresh air sun bleached decking raised half a dozen deck chairs surrounding a sunken hot tub. Beside the decking sat a small shed, through the panelled doors the housemates could see the interior was decorated rather cosily with soft crimson cushions and folded warm blankets. On the other side of the garden was a small swimming pool for the housemates to keep fit swimming a few lengths.

But on the fresh green grass just outside of the glass doors of the Big Brother house stood eleven four foot tall marble podiums.

Barney whizzed around the garden exploring the hot tub and gazebo while the other ten housemates curiously wondered about the podiums. Each podium had a housemates name on it.

A speaker on the outside of the house hissed. 'Natasha, please go to the Diary Room.'

The red head gave the podiums a last lingering glance before leaving the garden. In the diary room , Natasha picked up a golden envelope from the seat and perched herself on the edge of the large chair.

'Natasha,' Big Brother began. 'You and the other housemates now have access to the garden. What are your thoughts on the Big Brother garden?'

Tasha shrugged. 'It looks great,' she conceded.

'Good. Now you may have noticed the appearance of eleven podiums in the garden - one for each housemate.'

Tasha nodded. 'We did wonder what they were for.'

'In the envelope in your hand is an explanation. You may return to the garden and read the contents of the envelope aloud to the other housemates.'

Natasha took that to mean that she could leave. 'Thank you Big Brother,' she muttered as she left.

All of the housemates were relaxing on the deck chairs when Natasha re-entered the garden.

'What's in the envelope Nat?' Martha asked.

Natasha cleared her throat and read from the card within the envelope.

'Housemates, welcome to the Big Brother garden. These eleven podiums have been set up for your next task. Please could all housemates go and stand behind their respective podiums.' They all shuffled over to their podiums before Natasha continued reading. Natasha's podium was in the middle, with five others on each side in a semi-circle. 'Your task today is to choose which housemate is the biggest diva. Housemates are permitted to vote for themselves. Natasha will deliver the results of this house vote to the diary room immediately after the vote. Housemates are provided with pen and card to make their votes on.'

Natasha placed the card back in the envelope.

'So do we vote now?' Draco asked from his end podium.

'I guess so,' Grover nodded, already scribbling down his vote on the card provided.

'Everyone write down your vote first,' Natasha told them, taking charge. 'We'll go around from Sherlock on my far left around to Draco on my far right.'

The other ten murmured agreement and set to writing down who they thought was the biggest diva.

'Is everyone done?' Natasha asked. 'Okay, Sherlock you start.'

Sherlock flipped over his card like he was on the Weakest Link. 'Barney.'

Annabeth flipped her card. 'Barney.'

Then it was Tony's turn. 'Sorry for breaking the streak, but I vote - me.'

Robin was next. 'Barney.'

Then The Doctor. 'Tony.'

Tasha in the middle voted 'Tony.'

Martha voted 'Barney' as did Barney himself.

Hermione and Grover both voted 'Tony', but Draco decided the vote with 'Barney.'

'So that's six votes to five for Barney as the biggest diva of the house,' Natasha summarised.

Barney jumped off his podium and cheered, lapping the semi-circle of housemates and high-fiving them all. Natasha avoided him as she delivered the results to the Diary Room.

'Now what do we do?' Grover wondered.

*12:00pm. Housemates are in the garden on the deck chairs.*

'Congratulations Barney,' Big Brother offered. 'The majority of your fellow housemates have voted you the biggest diva of the house. As a result you have succeeded in your task.'

Barney whooped as everyone stared at him.

'What task?' Robin demanded to know, but Big Brother spoke over her.

'You may now collect your prize from the Diary Room Barney.'

He didn't need telling twice, Barney was already shoving the glass door of the house aside before the rest of the housemates could process what was going on.

'MY SUIT!' Barney cried, spotting the clean-cut tailored two-piece hanging beside the Diary Room chair. He carefully ran his fingers across the collar of the jacket and down the buttons, his lower lip shaking with anticipation all the while.

'Please take a seat Barney,' Big Brother commanded.

With one hand still on his suit's sleeve, Barney took a seat.

'Congratulations on your win today Barney.'

'Thanks Big Bro,' Barney grinned.

'As we arranged, your prize for successfully completing your task is one of your suits.' Barney nodded eagerly. 'However Big Brother is willing to offer you another prize.'

Barney looked cautiously between his suit and the glowing eye. 'What other prize?'

'Big Brother is willing to offer you immunity from the nominations this afternoon. Now you must choose which prize you wish to accept Barney - one of your suits, or a guarantee of surviving tomorrow's eviction. Choose wisely Barney.'

A crease formed on Barney's forehead as he considered each possibility. The conflict raging in his mind was clear to see on his twitching face.

'Barney, Big Brother would like an answer.' Big Brother informed him after about ten minutes of this silent struggle. By this time Barney was going red in the face.

'SUIT!' He gasped. 'NO! IMMUNITY!'

'Big Brother would like a clear answer, Barney. You can only choose one.'

'Suit!' He repeated breathlessly, clutching at the sleeve.

'Thank you for choosing, Barney. You may now take your suit. Because you chose your suit as a prize you will be included in this afternoon's nominations for eviction and so risk being chosen for eviction. Do you understand Barney?'

'Yes Big Brother,' Barney grimaced.

'Thank you Barney, you may now leave the Diary Room.'

With his suit lovingly cradled in his arms, Barney left the Diary Room.

'Hey Barnster,' Tony called from the kitchen. 'So what's the prize?'

Barney merely continued heading for the bedroom, picking up speed until he broke into a run, shoving open the door and jumping on his bed.

'I'VE GOT A SUIT!' He cried.

'That good huh?' Tony shrugged, heading back to the garden with a tray of drinks.

*1:00pm. Housemates are in the lounge.*

'Housemates,' Big Brother announced, interrupting the conversation about who the best sports person in the world was. 'It is time for you all to make your second nominations for eviction.'

The Doctor groaned and placed his head in his hands, his huge fringe hiding his face from view.

'Housemates are not permitted to discuss who they choose to nominate. Tony, please go to the Diary Room to cast your nomination.'

Tony jumped up from the sofa and cast a lingering glance over his fellow housemates. Natasha raised an eyebrow as he slipped through to the Diary Room.

'Tony,' Big Brother greeted as he sat down on the chair. 'Please tell Big Brother who you would like to nominate for the public vote.'

Tony cleared his throat. 'Martha.'

'You previously voted for Sherlock, Tony. Please explain why you changed your vote.'

With a sigh, Tony scratched his head. 'To tell the truth, Big Brother, Shirley's grown on me since we last voted. And I get the feeling that Martha doesn't really like me, and I don't like not being liked.'

'Thank you for your nomination Tony. You are reminded that no discussion about nominations is permitted between housemates. You may now leave the Diary Room.'

Tony threw a salute at the blue eye as he left.

'Natasha, please go to the Diary Room.'

Natasha unfolded her legs from underneath her on the sofa and carefully padded to the Diary Room.

'Natasha, please tell Big Brother who you would like to nominate for the public vote.'

'Barney.' The red-head answered at once.

'Please explain your choice Natasha.' The AI requested.

'I said last time that if I didn't vote for Molly I would vote for Grover's or Barney. Now Molly's gone and Grover is at least useful in the kitchen, even if he is a bit odd. So I nominate Barney.'

'Thank you for your nomination Natasha. You are reminded that no discussion about nominations is permitted between housemates. You may now leave the Diary Room.'

Natasha left wordlessly.

'Doctor, please go to the Diary Room.'

The Doctor straightened his bow-tie and put on his poker face as he entered the Diary Room.

'Doctor, please tell Big Brother who you would like to nominate for the public vote.'

The Doctor ran a hand through his voluminous hair. 'Robin.'

'Please explain your choice Doctor.'

'I think that she's the most unhappy to be here. She seems conflicted and distracted by something, and I think it's to do with Barney. Being stuck in this house together isn't good for them, and even if Barney ends up being nominated for the public vote I doubt that he would be voted out. So therefore I vote Robin.'

'Thank you for your nomination Doctor. You are reminded that no discussion about nominations is permitted between housemates. You may now leave the Diary Room.'

'Goodbye Big Brother!' The Doctor called as he went.

'Martha, please go to the Diary Room.'

Martha exchanged a smile with The Doctor as their paths crossed.

'Martha,' Big Brother began as Martha Jones sat down in front of the pulsing blue eye. 'Please tell Big Brother who you would like to nominate for the public vote.'

'Sherlock.' She answered without hesitation.

'You voted for Sherlock previously Martha. Please explain why you are voting for him again.'

Martha shrugged. 'I still don't really like him, it's as simple as that.'

'Thank you for your nomination Martha. You are reminded that no discussion about nominations is permitted between housemates. You may now leave the Diary Room.'

'Thank you Big Brother.'

'Barney, please go to the Diary Room.'

'Hey, didn't I go first last time?' Robin objected from the sofa.

'Hey Big Bro! Thanks for the suit.' Barney beamed as he took a seat.

'Our pleasure Barney. Please tell Big Brother who you would like to nominate for the public vote.'

'I would like to nominate Tony please Big Brother.'

'You voted for Tony in your previous nomination Barney. Please explain why you are voting for him again.'

Barney sighed with regret. 'It's not that I don't like him, really I think we could become bros, but my game plan says he's the competition so he's got to go.'

'Thank you for your nomination Barney. You are reminded that no discussion about nominations is permitted between housemates. You may now leave the Diary Room.'

'See ya Big Bro!' Barney waved.

'Robin, please go to the Diary Room.'

'At last.' Robin breathed, a bit concerned as to why Barney looked so happy with himself upon leaving the Diary Room.

'Robin, please tell Big Brother who you would like to nominate for the public vote.'

'Natasha please, Big Brother.' Robin said.

'You previously voted for Grover, Robin. Please explain why you changed your vote.'

'It was a tough decision,' Robin admitted. 'Natasha's great, really, but I think she's going to be my biggest competition in the house. I think she's quite a strong character and won't go down without a fight, so I'd rather try and get her out of the house early.'

'Thank you for your nomination Robin. You are reminded that no discussion about nominations is permitted between housemates. You may now leave the Diary Room.'

'Thanks Big Brother.'

'Grover, please go to the Diary Room.'

Annabeth gave him a supportive thumbs up.

'Grover, please tell Big Brother who you would like to nominate for the public vote.'

'Baa-aarney.' He bleated nervously.

'You previously voted for Draco, Grover. Please explain why you changed your vote.'

'Well I thought Draco was kind of lame, he just moped around the house not talking to anyone or doing anything, but now he's started taking an interest in cooking with me. Barney on the other hand has just gotten a bit too annoying. I don't know if it was for his diva task, but it just annoyed me a bit too much.'

'Thank you for your nomination Grover. You are reminded that no discussion about nominations is permitted between housemates. You may now leave the Diary Room.'

'Baa-ye.'

'Annabeth, please go to the Diary Room.'

Annabeth tried to avoid everyone's eye as she made her way from where she was sat at the kitchen table to the Diary Room. She twisted her Yankee cap in her hands.

'Annabeth, please tell Big Brother who you would like to nominate for the public vote.'

'I'd like to nominate Robin.'

'You previously voted for Tony, Annabeth. Please explain why you changed your vote.

Annabeth looked conflicted. 'Tony's grown on me over the past day or so, and I don't even think Sherlock bothers me that much now. I think I can cope with both of them. But Robin keeps talking to me in this really condescending way. I know I'm seventeen, but I'm not a child. There's no need for her to be so patronising.'

'Thank you for your nomination Annabeth. You are reminded that no discussion about nominations is permitted between housemates. You may now leave the Diary Room.'

Annabeth left the Diary Room looking relieved, passing Hermione as she headed into the Diary Room.

'Hermione, please tell Big Brother who you would like to nominate for the public vote.'

Perched on the edge of the Diary Room chair, Hermione looked the pulsing blue eye right in the pupil. 'Sherlock. For the same reason as before.'

'Thank you for your nomination Hermione. You are reminded that no discussion about nominations is permitted between housemates. You may now leave the Diary Room.'

Hermione left the room quickly.

'Wow Herman that was fast!' Tony exclaimed as Hermione re-emerged into the lounge. 'Got a grudge against someone?'

'Draco, please go to the Diary Room.'

'Go on Malfoy, you've got a time to beat now.' Tony teased. Malfoy ignored him and slipped into the Diary Room.

'Draco, please tell Big Brother who you would like to nominate for the public vote.'

'You know, I don't really appreciate being summoned.' Malfoy grumbled, adjusting his position on the black chair. 'And I choose to nominate Sherlock.'

'Please explain your choice Draco.'

'Does it really need explaining? He's an odd man and I don't like him.'

'Thank you for your nomination Draco. You are reminded that no discussion about nominations is permitted between housemates. You may now leave the Diary Room.'

Draco swept out of the Diary Room.

'Not nearly fast enough kid,' Tony shook his head, pretending to check the non-existent watch on his wrist.

'Sherlock, please go to the Diary Room.'

He was already squeezing through the door.

'Sherlock, please tell Big Brother who you would like to nominate for the public vote.'

'Malfoy.' The detective answered in a droll tone.

'You previously voted for The Doctor. Please explain why you changed your vote, Sherlock.'

'The Doctor might be a madman, but he's an interesting mystery nevertheless. Malfoy on the other hand is quite dull. I already know everything about him from those Harry Potter books and as such he presents to interest to me in this house.'

'Thank you for your nomination Sherlock. You are reminded that no discussion about nominations is permitted between housemates. You may now leave the Diary Room.'

With a nod, Sherlock left.

'So now we wait for the results.' Robin commented. Annabeth started throwing her cap in the air and catching it. The housemates sat in a rather tense silence until Big Brother piped up once more.

'The results of the second house nominations are as follows.' The AI began. 'Draco, you have received one nomination.'

The platinum blond glared angrily around the room, daring whoever nominated him to reveal themselves.

'Martha, you have received one nomination.' Martha looked a little sad but seemed to handle the news quite well. The Doctor reached over and covered her hand with his.

'Natasha, you have received one nomination.'

'Keeping it consistent Red,' Tony smirked. Natasha looked disinterested in the whole thing.

'Tony, you have received one nomination.'

'What? Again!' Stark frowned around the room at the possible nominators.

'None of the housemates mentioned so far are up for the public vote tomorrow.' Big Brother announced. Martha seemed relieved.

'Oh gods, it's me. I can feel it.' Grover worried. 'I bet I've got the most votes.' Annabeth tried to calm him down before the satyr hyperventilated.

'Robin and Barney, with two nominations apiece, both of you will face the public vote tomorrow. Sherlock, with three nominations, will also face the public vote. One of you three will be the second housemate to be evicted from the Big Brother house.'

A stunned silence followed the announcement.

'Anyone for a beer?' Tony suggested.

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For following: DreamedOfParadise, iwannabemrsfelton, rawrisme100, Spiralling-Down, Mularac, PheonixRiderX, darkangel0allenfan0, gouldguin, jedioprime, Eruruu4, Dwyna, SpiritOfTheStaircase, KatRide, TheCupTheSnakeTheSword, P.N Tran, steely94, Pineapple.X, xX-The-Mad-Man-With-A-Box-Xx, TrulyMetalwings, revwog1974, ravenclawfairy, kea1981, kaskowitzs, knighttjy, Midnight Sun199, myheadwontcomedownfromthecloud, lunalovespudding3, FezzesDeerstalkersRedscarves, City1997, allbooksforever96, Rin-Guitar-Star, grandmas-angels, embirsiphonelilathia, . , senecka, Hecate1357, Hello-Zepp, Nixel98, Supergirl229, IcemansAngel, timelord13, upsidedowntoast, tomboy980980, Bitblondetoday, iluvmusicsomuch, newyorkersteph0804, IantosStopwatch, Jedi Knight Wolfheart, Kirsty'xo, Hydri, xxxpottersgirlxxx, GoldenDragonClouds, ScarlettJones1999, decembuary and PantheraSoul.

For favouriting: darkangel0allenfan0, jedioprime, ElladoraBlackMalfoy, TheScarlettShadows, P.N Tran, Pineapple.X, knighttjy, Midnight Sun199, Thepowersss, BrambleStar14, FezzesDeerstalkersRedscarves, City1997, twilightjazz, . , GirlWhoLoved, I-Am-The-TARDIS, HarryPotterForLife7, AndDownWeGO, tomboy980980, newyorkersteph0804 and Jedi Knight Wolfheart.

For the hat-trick: AlisaPhenom, Abbl2 and Mimi-loves-llamas.

Wow that took a while to type out. Thank you for all the support in reviews and simply following and favouriting! It's the only thing that keeps me throwing ideas around and making this story worth reading.

LittleDragon94 (yes, I've had a name change!)