I have a lot of free time. I'm avoiding school work. Season 3 Episode 1.
Doctor didn't exactly mean to not return the book. Sure it had been a couple of days but maybe this Charl person had a backup blue book. Hopefully they did because he was rather busy. It would only take a few minutes to check out some odd readings around a hospital and then he would pop by the address written on the book.
"Where the fuck is my book." Charl growled as they searched around their room for the bright blue book. It had gone missing a couple days ago, shortly after a Christmas star had nearly torn apart London.
Charl launched a pillow at the door, tearing up the room to find the book. Sure it was just a book. Sure there were thousands of blue books in the world, but none like that blue book. That blue book was like...like a rope that tied Charl to their own soul. It was a constant reminder that they were real and that they had something inside them that made them unique. It contained any knowledge that Charl knew about themselves and about anything they'd thought was important.
"Oh shit." Charl stopped in their tracks. They'd finally remembered. Of course with a memory as bad as theirs it was surprising that they even remembered what happened. S'why they had a notebook. Duh.
Charl grabbed a mint colored jacket and headed for the door. Locking the door with the keys that were always stored in their pocket, they had a little lightbulb on the keychain. Charl nearly flew down the steps of the building as they ran to the street when their bag had been knocked out of their hands. They didn't run, that would look weird, so they calmly walked towards the closed off street.
Of course, when they arrived there was no backpack on the street. The streets had been cleaned up ages ago, maybe ages. To Charl everything felt far away. They really needed that book back. Charl breathed in and out, again and again. They walked back to their flat, slowly trudged up the stairs and locked the door behind them. Normally, they'd eat a snack or maybe a light meal but they couldn't remember what they wanted to eat. They looked through the fridge for something, anything. They closed the fridge after their hunger faded away.
Charl sighed and slid back into their room, gathered blankets and pillows and slept."DOCTOR!" Martha grabbed the railing of the TARDIS as the Doctor flew unsteadily through time, "Where are we going!?"
"Hm?" The Doctor replied thoughtlessly then looked up, "Oh! Well I have this thing that I need to uhh return."
Martha raised one eyebrow and looked Doctor up and down. "Did you steal something?"
The Doctor paused and looked at Martha, "What? No! I just found something and I need to return it." He went back to the consol, pressing buttons and spinning wheels.
"Well, what are we returning?" Martha sat in the chair and fiddled with her fingers.
"Uhhh. Just a book." The Doctor said absent-mindedly.
Charl P.O.V.
I didn't expect to be awoken by an alarm at 5 in the morning. Actually, I didn't remember setting an alarm. I rubbed my eyes and rolled over, cuddling a fluffy white/grey blanket. What I didn't expect to hear was a knock at my bedroom door, followed by loud whispers. I grumbled and opened my door and poked my head out. I looked down the corridor and saw the back of someone wearing a long coat. The sandshoes were a strange couple to the coat.
"Hello?" I called down the hall and the person twirled around. Honestly, he was funny looking - like a stick bug come to life...or something like that. Also wearing an equally funny striped suit.
"Hello!" He smiled and strode towards me. "I think I have something that belongs to you!"
I frowned, What was this man doing in my house? Did I lock the door? Was he a burglar? "What?"
"Oh sorry, am I at the wrong place?" He backed away a bit and walked back to the lounge. I hesitantly trailed after him. "I'm looking for a Charl Grey." He smiled again and leaned against a blue telephone box that sat next to the couch. I don't remember buying a blue box…oh well.
"Yeah, I'm Charl. Charlie Grey. You are?" I edged closer to the strange, sandshoes man.
"Oh! Sorry, introductions." He twirled around again. "My name's the Doctor. Nice to meet you."
"Yeah." I stayed by the wall and watched carefully. "So why are you here?"
The Doctor knocked on the door of the blue box. "S'all right. Got the right address! Hm? OH! Did I not say why I was here? Could have sworn I did…"
I fiddled with the sleeve of my jacket, "I mean you probably did...I just forget stuff…"
"Really?" The Doctor appeared in front of me again. "I do too! Well, only after certain events. Well, I get distracted a lot. Well, I know a lot but can't remember some things."
"Why are you here?" I repeated, getting a little frustrated.
The Doctor halted and patted his pockets, "Right, I have something to return to you-its uhh-umm. Give me a tick." He turned around and opened the door to the box.
What a strange man. I followed him into the box, inside the box was brilliant. Warm lights that glow and a rusty, center platform holding a weird glass tube thing. "This is pretty."
"You followed me?" The Doctor whirled around in his seat, a box at his feet.
"Strange man appears in my home, barely talks to me, goes into a strange blue box and doesn't tell me why he's here? Yes. I'm going to follow you." I state getting a bit more frustrated with every second.
"Oh, you're mad at me!" The Doctor stands up, nearly knocking over his box.
"Of course she's mad at you! You stole her book!" Martha walked up the stairs. I unconsciously backed towards the door. "Hi, name's Martha Jones."
"Charlie Grey." I nodded and glanced at Doctor. He had returned to rummaging through the box, tossing random objects onto the floor. We stood around for a minute until he'd found something.
"Ahah!" The Doctor jumped to his feet once more and dashed towards me. "I believe this belongs to you." He hands me two-thirds of a blue book that looks oddly familiar. I take the book and stare at him. "It's yours right? The book."
"I-uh-" I flipped through the pages, reading the lists and stories in it. "I can't remember."
The Doctor frowned, "That's some really bad memory you got there." He looked me up and down, circling me and eventually pulled out some sort of tech pen looking thing.
I read carefully through each page until a high pitched buzz started to become louder. I looked towards the sound and I saw the Doctor, scanning me with a glowing pen. "What's that?" I blink at the pen.
"Oh this?" He read the side of the pen, "Sonic Screwdriver. And you are giving off some very confusing readings."
"Me?" I asked, shutting the notebook and looked at what he was reading.
He glanced at me as I hovered over his arm, "Are you human?"
"Hm?" I looked up at him, "I think so."
"Doctor, what's wrong?" Martha interjected.
"Nothing, nothing." He replied to her then turned back to me, "Charl, what was your childhood like?"
"What?" I blinked, this man was probably insane. Or maybe I was dreaming again.
The Doctor paced around the circular room, "I mean, where did you grow up? What games did you play? What were your parents like? Is there anything you would say was odd when you grew up?"
I thought back, as far back as I could remember, "I can't-I can't remember. Sorry."
The Doctor smiled, "Just wondering. I mean memory loss doesn't come from nowhere."
"For humans memory loss can come from a lot of things, Doctor." Martha noted, "It's not unusual."
The Doctor didn't take his eyes off me, "But not remembering your childhood? Your parents? Friends? Charl, do you remember anything?"
I backed away from him, closer to the door. "I can't."
"I mean whatever you are it's so interesting, the sonic can't tell what you are-you're certainly a bit of a human. I can tell-the eyes." The Doctor noted while following me towards the door.
"I'm sorry?" I defended myself, "Not human?"
"Don't mind him," Martha sighed, "He's not human either."
The Doctor reached out his hands towards my temples, "Do you mind? If I-?"
"What?" I look at both his hands before looking at his eyes. Those eyes were so tired and old. Like he just wanted a break.
"Close your eyes. Sorry, in advance." The Doctor closed his eyes and placed his hands on my head.
That's chapter 2 done. I wrote this one at a normal human time to be awake so it might be better it might not be.