Taking a bit of a different route with this. The episode Blink doesn't follow the Doctor and Martha like a regular episode but instead goes with Sally's position. I'm going to stick with Charls' position. It's also only going to be one chapter because coming soon is some original content for Charls.

"London, 2007?" Charls asked and stepped out of the TARDIS, "That's so...normal."

The Doctor scoffed, "The TARDIS brought us here not me. But if you think that what she picked is boring then we could always go somewhere else."

Charls looked up at the tall house, "Didn't we come through here before? Might've been a different year, though. We were chasing that lizard creature, got a package from a funny girl?"

The Doctor frowned, "I don't remember. I suppose it could have happened, you have a better memory than me with specifics."

"Well, it doesn't matter now does it? Let's just take a look around and then go visit Martha." Charls walked over the tall weeds, making their way towards the house.

"Yeah, sure why not. Been awhile since we last visited her." The Doctor smiled and followed the mowed down weed path.

They wandered into the creaking house and took a look around. The wall paper was starting to peel and the floor was dusty. Lots of dust particles hung in the air and made Charls sneeze.

"Are you sure that the TARDIS brought us here?" Charls ran their hand across the wall, "You're not just bad at piloting?"

The Doctor exclaimed, faking offense, "Oi, if you don't like how I drive how about you learn to?"

Charls skipped up the stairs, "I already have. It's just easier to watch you struggle."

"You've the same as ever." The Doctor sighed and walked up the stairs.

After the Family of Blood ordeal, Charls and the Doctor had gone on a few more adventures - including the one with the lizard. Right before this adventure, however, Charls may or may not have gotten lost in a planet-wide supermarket for a few weeks. It wasn't too big of a deal for Charls, it was easy to find food in a supermarket and there were more than enough people kind enough to lend them a place to stay the night. The Doctor may or may not have been worried out of his mind but Charls didn't need to know about that. Through living in a supermarket for a few weeks, Charls learned a few bits of some languages and was also hired as a security guard for a bit. They enjoyed the job but it was a bit too relaxing. Eventually Charls figured out how to contact the Doctor through the Circular Gallifreyan watch. It was a bit complicated and could only send one letter in Circular Gallifreyan every hour to the TARDIS monitor but it worked out in the end.

"I am not!" Charls placed their hands on their hips, "I've got a new waistcoat, what do ya think? Too dull?"

Charls was wearing a heavy, mint colored coat with a black collared shirt and a matching mint waistcoat. Unbuttoned, of course. They'd received the coat as payment for being a security guard because Charls couldn't understand the currency system and suggested a trade instead. The waistcoat was found in the Doctor's wardrobe room.

"I think the jeans are a bit much. I have dress pants that you can borrow, you know?" The Doctor criticised and scanned the area with his sonic screwdriver.

Charls hummed, "That's rich coming from you, Sandshoes. Your dress sense has always been worse than mine." They hummed and kept their hand on the wall, "I'm not feeling anything very strange here."

The Doctor read the readings and tapped his chin with the sonic screwdriver, "That is very strange. There's nothing here but old house and statues. Keep looking around."

Charls wandered into a few rooms and faintly heard a clatter. Like the sound of stone scraping against wood but only for a second. They whirled around and saw the Doctor, knocking on the walls. Charls turned back around and kept their awareness up, there was definitely something here. They ran their fingertips across the windowsill and nothing. The Doctor and Charls combed through the entire house and nothing. Nothing but dust and the faintest clattering sounds.

"Doctor," Charls whispered, "I read in your library that there are creatures that are quantum locked. You don't think that they'd be on Earth, do you?"

The Doctor pocketed his sonic screwdriver and sighed, "I suppose it is possible."

Charls looked down at the TARDIS that was still sitting in the yard. They sighed and joined the Doctor at the staircase. Right after that they noticed something, well, not noticed, that would be impossible with quantum locked creatures. Charls felt something. A shift in the air and that slight feeling, there was something that had always been there but was off. Just a little off, not enough for a human to notice.

"Sorry, Doctor." Charls whispered before turning 'invisible.'

He checked over his shoulder and saw Charls disappear, "Ah come on? Really? You're going invisible now?"

That was just a bit of an act that the two had come with. Charls going invisible was a sure sign that there was something that was wrong. In recent months, Charls abilities had gotten a little stronger. It was easier for them to erase themselves and it felt natural for them to know when something was wrong.

The Doctor heard a small voice in his ear, "It's not going invisible! It's nonexistence, jeez, Doctor. I'm taking the effort to make myself believe that I can't be seen or sensed and you call it going invisible!"

The Doctor smirked, "So what are we thinking? Some sort of...timey...wimey thing?"

Charls paced around the room, "Timey-wimey? Where the hell did you come up with that one?"

The Doctor shrugged, "Just go with it."

Charls faced the Doctor, "I feel like we're dealing with a certain species that doesn't exactly move. But when they do, they're a hell of a lot faster than you or me."

The Doctor stood straighter, "You don't think."

Charls nodded and put their back to the Doctor's. They were nervous, creatures their library had never seen before right before their eyes. It made them nervous and yet also excited. They'd been hanging around the Doctor if that last one was true.

"Don't blink." The Doctor muttered, "Even if you're nonexistent right now they could still get you. Remember that girl? With the package?"

I nodded and tapped twice on the Doctor's arm. A signal they'd made for yes.

"I think it's in my pocket. It details the future and what needs to be done from this exact moment, well, the actual events written start in a couple days for the girl but for us, it starts now. If we're really dealing with Angels then I have a theory that if two people are touched by the same Angel then they'll also be sent to the same point in time."

"Good theory," Charls whispered, "But which Angel is taking us today?"

"How many are there?" The Doctor asked, keeping his eyes open.

Charls felt the air around them, "I'd say about 3 or 4. It's difficult to tell."

The Doctor broke into a grin, "Allons-y, Charls. I'll see you in 1969."

With that the Doctor closed his eyes and held on tight, waiting for the Angel to come.

"Are you sure about this?" Charls asked, "I'll be able to find you?"

Doctor smiled and tucked a TARDIS key on a string into Charls' palm, "You trust me right?"

Charls tapped his arm two times.

Charls P.O.V.

"Ah!" I heard the Doctor's voice echo, "Charls, welcome to 1969."

I rubbed my head and opened my eyes. The Doctor stood in front of me with his hand out for me to grab. I looked at his other hand which was clutching a bundle of spare parts. I grabbed his hand and stood up.

"What's that?" I nodded towards the spare parts while dusting myself off.

The Doctor held it out in front of him, "Well, it's supposed to be my timey-wimey detector. It normally goes ding when there's stuff but I think I've broken it."

The machine sputtered out a wheeze and a low, winding blop. A tiny puff of smoke made its way out of the machine's crevices. I raised an eyebrow and took the machine from him.

"How long was I gone?" Charls turned the machine in my hands.

The Doctor hummed, "Well, only about two or three days. I've already done some amazing stuff. Managed to sneak into the house and write that message. I've read through the folder that girl gave us, her name's Sally."

"Sally?" I asked and tinkered with the Timey-Wimey Detector.

"Yeah, Sally Sparrow." The Doctor nodded and looked around.

I held out the detector in front of me, "Well, I'm going to need parts to fix this. And to get parts I'll need to get a job."

"A job?" The Doctor was taken aback, "Like a job in a shop?"

I nodded and handed him the detector, "No, a job at the bottom of the ocean. What do you think? Yes, a job in a shop!"

The Doctor put his hands up and then pocketed the detector, "We're going to be a bit busy."

He rifled around in his pockets for a good minute before pulling out the purple folder.

The Doctor handed me the folder and sighed, "There's a lot of stuff to do."

I tucked the folder under my arm, "Good thing I'm here then. You'd never be able to do this on your own."

The Doctor laughed and we walked through the sewers. It did take a very long time to complete everything that needed to be done. Including finding the right time to paint the message underneath the wallpaper. One of the more difficult things, however, was managing a domestic life with the Doctor. It was nice that there was still us, though. Even without the TARDIS, we were stuck together.

"Doctor! I'm home!" I yelled, slamming the door behind me.

We'd barely been able to afford a room after I'd worked for a month. It was better than nothing. Also, it had a shower so we didn't need to wash our face in a bathroom sink. The Doctor suggested that he should get a job in a shop, too. That was one of his worst ideas yet. We were still on the lookout for Billy in empty buildings but it would be difficult to find him without the Timey-Wimey Detector. Of course, they were still working on fixing it but it was taking longer than usual.

I set down the bag of spare parts I'd scavenged and checked in the bedroom, "Where the hell is that man?"

I sighed and went back to the kitchen to see if there was anything to eat. We'd avoided getting too settled down, this wasn't the place for us and it never would be. But there wasn't any harm in making a little bit home. There was a bright yellow sticky note on the fridge.

'I've gone to look around. Make food.'

Then in a different pen color it said.

'Please.'

I smirked, the Doctor really needs to learn manners. Oh well, he probably won't be able to find Billy until we fix this detector. I pulled the detector out of the kitchen cupboard and sat on the floor, emptying the bag of spare parts.

"We really need to hurry this up." I sighed, "I feel like I've nearly lost myself again."

I fiddled with the detector for a little, pointing at myself to see if it would ding. About an hour later, it finally did start to sound like a ding. Not a warbled demon call. After 20 more minutes I'd managed to get the fan going and shove all the bits into a sort of lunch box I'd found on the street. It seemed to work just fine. Only took a month. I smiled, proud of my work but also happy that we'd be able to get back to the TARDIS soon. I guess that domestic life wasn't for me anymore.

"Ah, brilliant!" The Doctor smiled and examined the new Timey-Wimey Detector.

I rested my head on the table and sighed, "Doctor, when are we going to go back?"

He hummed, "Takes patience when dealing with Weeping Angels, just wait a little longer."

I whined, "I'm not one for patience, though. I thought we both knew that when we were on that one planet with the sloths. Worst idea yet."

"You got us banned for life!" The Doctor exclaimed.

"They move so slowly though!" I waved my hands, "All I did was pick one up and move it."

The Doctor smiled and shook the detector, "Well, how about we go test this out."

I raised my head off the table and smiled, "What else is there to do?"

"Doctor!" I called out as I heard something down the hall.

He ran over with the Timey-Wimey Detector in hand. We'd been stuck for another week and had no luck. Today, however, was different. Here he was, Billy Shipton, in the flesh. Our potential savior - if we did this correctly.

Doctor walked over to Billy who had sat himself against the wall.

"Welcome." The Doctor held out the detector which was beeping at an even pace.

Billy rubbed his head, "Where am I?"

I hummed, "1969. We've been stuck here for about two months."

The Doctor looked down at Billy, "Not bad, 1969. You've got the moon landing to look forward to."

"Moon landing's good." I nodded and leaned on the railing, "So good that we went four times. Of course, four times from a different area. The real thing really is the best. I would say we should see it again but I don't think I want to actually live though it like a normal human."

"Working on it." The Doctor glanced at me.

"How did I get here?" Billy breathed heavily.

"Same way we did," the Doctor climbed over the railing and sat next to Billy, "The touch of an angel. Same one, probably, since you ended up in the same year."

Billy made an effort to get to his feet. I rolled my eyes and sat on top of the railing.

"You probably shouldn't stand up." I rested my chin in my hand, "Time travel without a capsule or any protection. Very nauseating."

The Doctor's brow had wrinkled, "Nasty. Catch your breath. Don't go swimming for half an hour."

"I don't...I can't…" Billy stuttered.

The Doctor leaned his head on the wall, "Fascinating race, the Weeping Angels. The only psychopaths in the universe to kill you nicely." The Doctor glanced at Billy, "No mess, no fuss, they just zap you into the past and let you live to death. The rest of your life - used up and blown away in the blink of an eye. You die in the past and in the present they consume the energy of all the days you might have had. All of your stolen moments," the Doctor talked quickly then sniffled, "They're creatures of the abstract. They live off potential energy."

Billy looked at him, "What in God's name are you talking about."

I swung my legs and smiled, "Sorry, he rambles. I do, too, just to let you know. Bit of a thing I picked up from him. Just nod when he takes a breath, he won't be offended if you don't understand. Mostly does it for himself, I think."

"Tracked you down with this," the Doctor continued and held up the detector, "This is my Timey-Wimey Detector. It goes ding when there's stuff. Also, it can boil an egg at thirty paces, whether you want it to or not, actually, so I've learned to stay away from hens." He looks at Billy, "It's not pretty when they blow."

I rolled my eyes, "Actually, the egg thing was an accidental feature. I was working with spare parts, you know?"

"I don't understand. Where am I?" Billy shook his head.

"1969, I thought we went over this?" I frowned, "Do you have a bad memory too?"

The Doctor waved at me and then went back to Billy, "Normally, I'd offer you a lift home, but somebody nicked my motor. So I need you to take a message to Sally Sparrow." The Doctor's voice dropped, "And I'm sorry, Billy. I am very, very sorry. It's going to take you awhile."

"Nicked my motor?" I teased.

The Doctor shrugged, "I just thought it felt right."

"So, if you get to say 'nicked my motor' and 'timey wimey', what do I say?" I tilted my head.

He thought about it for a bit, "I don't know, it's your mouth - you're the one talking out of it."

I snickered, "Okay then. We know that Sally Sparrow is going to save us, just when is she going to do it?"

"It might take a while. Though the DVD was programmed to come back to us at around this day. Can never be too sure, though." The Doctor tapped his finger on the table.

I picked up the two plates and placed them in the sink. We'd had lunch - two sandwiches that weren't really all too great. It turns out that I can't cook for the life of me. I sighed and sat back down.

"We could always talk?" I suggested.

The Doctor looked at me, "Why? Something on your mind?"

"Doctor, relax," I reassured him, "it's nothing too big. I've just been thinking."

"Thinking's good, thinking's good." The Doctor murmured.

I raised an eyebrow, "I'm not leaving, you know? I was just wondering, if I really am the only one of me."

"Why'd you think that?" The Doctor scratched his chin.

"If you need something to fiddle with then play with a pencil or something." I rolled a pencil that was in my pocket across the table.

He rolled it back and started a slightly intense game of pencil rolling. We were still able to talk though.

"The Face of Boe said that we were the last of our kind. Then he said that you're not alone, but only to you. What's that mean about me?" I flicked the pencil back.

"I don't know." The Doctor said simply.

I huffed, "If you don't want to talk about yours then at least help me out. If I'm the last of my kind does that mean that there's no more Gray out there? The books that we read with Martha, they mentioned little pockets in the universe that species used to take refuge in. Untouchable pockets of the universe. Like little sanctuaries for anyone to use."

The Doctor sighed, "Charls, I can't give you hope that you're not the last of your kind. I can only say that you're never going to end up alone."

I twirled the pencil, "I know that. We've gone over that. It's just that, I want to know. You know what happened to your people and I want to know about mine."

His eyes went a little dark when I mentioned his people but that faded quickly.

"I've been thinking for awhile, Doctor." I avoided his eyes, "I never stop thinking. It gets annoying sometimes."

"Being part human will do that to you." The Doctor smiled with sad eyes, "Actually, being a species that's a relative of a Time Lord will do that to you."

I smiled back, "I want to know, Doctor. I want to see what became of them. Even if it's a grave. And we could take breaks from searching and go back forth between adventures and my search. And you don't need to help me search for them, if you don't want to."

He leaned forward, "Are you sure about this, Charls?"

"I'm not sure," I gazed at him, "I'm really not sure. Curiosity can get the better of me, Doctor. I'm trusting you to stop me."

"That's our agreement." The Doctor leaned back.

I gave a crooked smile, "I wouldn't say agreement. More like a rule to live by. You keep me from going overboard and I'll keep you accountable to the laws."

I took a breath, "Are you really going to help me?"

"Yeah, sure, why not?" the Doctor nodded, "it's not like I have anything better to do."

The TARDIS had arrived and landed right in the middle of the room. We'd finally be able to get out. I never thought that being a human again would be so difficult. Our first lead was the disappearing book, it spoke of pockets in the universe that were considered as sanctuaries.

"So where does one find a pocket in the universe?" I asked aloud.

The Doctor smiled and started to set a destination, "You'll see."

"So I will." I watched with a grin.