I have ideas. Possibly brilliant ideas but then again there's no chance anyone will read these ideas. There's thousands of DW fanfiction.

Everything was dark. Not like when you stare at your eyelids when you're trying to go to sleep. It wasn't like I couldn't see, it was more like I was seeing nothing. There were little twinkles of light, like super-duper far away stars. A few stars drifted closer and with those stars came this feeling in my gut. Not hope or dread or fear, more like deep nostalgia for something that I didn't even know about. That was then followed by an aching headache which made me shudder.

"You are fascinating, Charlie Grey." The Doctor whispered under his breath as he traveled through my memories.

Memories that I thought I'd forgotten, that I said disappeared from my brain. I guess they didn't disappear. They were just invisible so that if I tried to remember, they turned into shadows lurking in the corners of my mind. All I needed was a flashlight to light up the shadows. As the Doctor swam through my head, I was able to live through the entirety of my life in mere minutes. I thought it would make my brain implode.

The image of a familiar figure became a clear picture. A man wearing a ratty jacket and a plain pair of jeans, my father. I remembered his smile when he looked at me, his pride and joy. My mother, a beautiful woman who wore a leather jacket and shorts. She was magical, maybe even unreal. Though just by looking at that memory, I could tell that they weren't human. Not fully. I was faintly aware of the Doctor, standing next to me, watching my life with me. We watched as I had dreams of far planets, as I slowly began to forget who I was, as my family slowly became echoes of who they were. I didn't like watching my life again.

"Sorry." The Doctor frowned and took his hands off my temples. I slowly sank to the floor of his blue box, my head ached and my eyes wouldn't focus.

"What was that?" I asked as I looked up to Doctor. "Why did you do that?"

"Sorry. I couldn't help myself." The Doctor whispered. His eyes clouded and then cleared, he turned around and fiddled with the control panel.

Martha ran to my side and looked me over. "Charlie? You okay?"

I nodded silently, my eyes still following Doctor. "What am I?" I asked knowing that there probably wasn't an answer. At least not a complete answer. My hand gripped my blue notebook like it was my only connection to myself.

"I don't know." The Doctor replied, "Sorry."

"You can stop apologizing." I mumbled, "I sorta understand."

"Doctor?" Martha stood back up, "What happened?"

"I looked at their memories." The Doctor stared back at me.

"What am I." I didn't ask that time, I wanted an answer.

"You're not fully human, but I suppose you know that now." The Doctor gestured wildly, shaking off nervous energy that had built up.

"So I'm part human." I repeated.

"Well, not exactly 50% human." The Doctor tapped his chin with his sonic screwdriver, "More like 33.32% human."

"Then what's the other 66.8%?" Martha asked Doctor, "Do you know?"

"Well, there's tons of things that 66.8% could be." The Doctor paced back towards us. "Based on Charl's memories it could be anything. There's tons of technology out there allowing different species to look like humans. There's also humanoids-aliens that look similar to humans-or maybe even something that can become human-like. Could be anything."

I closed my eyes again, "Are you sure you don't know?"

"I could run a few tests," the Doctor crouched down to my level, "if that's okay with you. I mean, are you busy? I'm not sure if you're busy, I mean you are in your jim jams so I'm just guessing that you're not exactly in a hurry to get anywhere. It might take a while, well, we have a time machine so that doesn't really matter now does it?" He took a breath and gave me a tiny opening to speak.

"I was sleeping, you idiot!" I shouted, startling both him and Martha, "It's 5:30 in the morning!"

The Doctor stopped talking and took a look outside the door, at my clock that hung on the wall. "Ah. You're right. Sorry, landed a couple hours early."

"Also a time machine?" I asked with disbelief.

The Doctor grinned, "Yeah! You're in the TARDIS. That's Time and Relative Dimension in Space. She can go anywhere and at any time."

"I guess I could stick around." I relaxed my hands that I hadn't realized had been crushing the notebook.

"Brilliant!" The Doctor skipped back to the console of the TARDIS.

Martha helped me to my feet and checked my hands for papercuts, "I'm glad I've got a friend then."

"Sorry, who are you?" I looked her over.

Martha frowned, "I thought I told you already. Well guess that doesn't matter. I'm Martha Jones, from Earth as well. I think I'm human. Studying to be a doctor."

"Doctor?" I repeated.

"Yeah." Martha and the Doctor replied simultaneously.

"Oh, you're not talking to me are you?" The Doctor put his head back down and continued to tap away.

"So where're we going then?" Martha helped me sit in one of the yellow-ish seats on the platform.

"Wherever the TARDIS takes us or you could pick a place." The Doctor grinned at the two of us. "Welcome aboard, Charlie Grey."

Honestly I don't know if this is good or not.