It's nearly 4am - posting got delayed by anime. Little bit of what's happening with Martha then I'll go into the stuff with Charls. After all that adventure and bruising, they're in need of some recovery. Also, I've just finished writing for the Family.

Martha picked up the phone from her desk, her mother had called again and this time she would pick up.

"What do you want, Mum?" Martha held the phone to her ear while she tied up the mess in her room.

"You're not still hanging out with that Doctor, are you?" Martha's mother asked worriedly.

Martha thought about it for a minute. The fact she could contact the Doctor and would eventually see him again probably wasn't the best thing to tell her mother.

"No, I've moved on." Martha acted casually.

Martha's mother let out a breath, "Good, that's good. Because he's dangerous. You were going to get yourself killed. Trust me. The information I had came from Harold Saxon himself. Whoever's with him isn't safe!"

Martha cut off her mother, "Mum, I'm not with the Doctor anymore. You don't need to worry. I'm going to be a doctor, remember? I don't have time to be social."

"That's good!" Martha's mother cheered, "I bet you'll be a doctor in no time!"

"Yes, Mum." Martha held back a sigh.

"Well, I'll talk to you later! You need to get back to studying." Martha's mother said happily and hung up the phone.

"Now she's out of my hair." Martha sung and went back to cleaning. It would be no time before the Doctor would return with another adventure and world to see.

"Hold still." The Doctor held my wrist as he wrapped it with some funny, alien fabric that made my skin tingle.

I pouted, "I'm fine, it was just bruising."

"Yes and bleeding." The Doctor reminded me.

I rolled my eyes, "So the TARDIS has a hospital? How often do you use it?"

The Doctor thought about it while clipping the bandage so it wouldn't unravel, "Not too often, I don't think. Few sprained ankles but for the most part most people don't get injured."

"At all?" I asked.

The Doctor examined my eyes, "Ehhh, no. Also, most people who've been aboard have been human."

"So I'm here because I'm not human." I blinked and rubbed my eyes after he'd moved away, "If I was human then we could just go to a hospital, I suppose."

"Well, even if you were 'alien' we could go to a hospital." The Doctor mimed quotations and packed up the supplies and shoved them in a drawer, "But you're an unknown species and I think that most anyone who met you would like to experiment."

I looked over at him, not getting off the little hospital bed that they have in examination rooms, "Should you organize that?"

The Doctor pushed the drawer shut, "Nahh, the TARDIS can take care of it. She's great!"

"So we're done?" I examined the surprisingly good bandaging job.

The Doctor leaned on the bed, next to me, "Yeah, just wear that for about three days then your hand will be good as new." The Doctor paused then stared at me, "You didn't get injured anywhere else, right?"

I can either lie...or tell the truth. I took a breath, "Doctor, you are a shitty doctor."

"So you are injured?" The Doctor looked me up and down.

"Nah, I'm just uncomfortable right now." I waved him off.

I hopped off the table, trying not to wince as my ribs started aching, "So, I guess I'm not going home."

The Doctor looked up with a face that could only be described as puppy eyes, "Did you want to?"

I looked back at him, "I'm not leaving if that's what's worrying you."

"Really?" The Doctor perked up, "That's brilliant. Why?"

"You said it yourself," I waved my arm, "I'm an unnamed species. I can't pass as a human anymore - even if I wanted to."

The Doctor walked to my side as we casually walked through the halls, "What'd you mean?

I rolled my eyes, "It's difficult to explain."

The Doctor chuckled, "Try me."

I hummed, "Before I changed, that me, had only known human. I believe that I was human and that there were only humans. Human brain, human body, human life. I don't think that I, me, can go back to that."

The Doctor listened, just listened and really that's the best thing he could have done.

I continued, "I don't have anything waiting for me on Earth but I don't have anything waiting for me anywhere. I've got you, the TARDIS, and Martha. That's all I got. Maybe I used to have friends and favorite foods but not anymore. Those aren't my friends and maybe I still like those foods but I couldn't. I can't go back to that life."

The Doctor sighed, "You were born in the TARDIS, from the start of this you - you explored Manhattan being ravaged by Daleks and saw humanity evolve. I can't imagine waking up, not knowing who I was and then seeing Daleks creating and destroying a whole species. So, you're right."

"I can't go back." I sighed.

"I guess you're stuck with me, then." The Doctor smiled.

I grinned back, "For the rest of my life."

The Doctor corrected, "For the rest of your lives. Don't know if you might change again."

I frowned, "I could change again?"

He nodded, "Yeah. S'probably not going to happen soon, if that's what you're wondering."

I looked forward, thinking, "So, one day, all that I am will just disappear?"

The Doctor stopped walking and held my shoulders, looked me in the eyes and spoke with the voice that he used so many times when talking about his past. "It won't just disappear, Charlie Grey. You'll remember being you, you'll remember who you used to be and use that to be the next you. It won't just turn to dust and people won't stop caring because you've changed. You'll always be Charlie Grey. 33.32% human and 66.68% Gray. Charlie Gray - the mystery."

I smiled, "You really are old, Doctor."

He sniffled and straightened up, "Yeah, I am."

I watched as he continued to walk a few paces before running to join him. I was stuck with the Doctor in the TARDIS until my life ended, probably. The Doctor and I, traveling the universe and meeting new people. We walked all the way back to the console room, just being in each other's presence. Nothing more and nothing less.

"Doctor," We'd been drifting in the void for awhile.

"Hmm?" He hummed as he fiddled with parts underneath the TARDIS console.

"Are we going to go anywhere?" I turned the dial on my watch, fascinated with how the gears and circles coordinated with each other.

I sat up and watched the Doctor fiddle with wires and tools. He noticed I was watching and smiled.

"Whole of time and space. Tons of places to go." The Doctor propped himself up to try and talk to me face to face, "And if you're still worried about that people forgetting you or leaving you part from earlier…"

I looked at him, "Did it happen to you? Did you change and was there no one to help you?"

He didn't reply.

I ducked my head, "Sorry, I blurted it out."

He smiled with pain in his eyes, "It's fine, Charls. Besides, I don't need to worry about that anymore! I've got you, the mystery that is Charlie Grey."

I smiled. The Doctor hid all sorts of things, none of them mine to know but he slips. Like he wants to talk but can't bear to think about it. Like how he is with Rose and Gallifrey. Passing words that he pretended meant only a little to him.

I sighed, "That's me. The person who can't die unless they remember how to. You said that if we live long enough, we'll end up alone."

"Now, that won't happen, will it?" He grinned at me, "We're companions, the two of us! We'll stick around each other until we die or until we don't. Some people are lucky enough not to end up alone." He then ducked back down when something started sparking.

I smiled and layed down on the yellow-ish chairs. End up alone...huh. I closed my eyes and found myself in front of a door. A wooden door hidden between bookshelves. I was in the library. My library. A mental image yet I was there. I looked around me, shelves of books stretching into the darkness. I heard a click. The same click that I'd heard when we were fighting Lazarus. I looked in front of me, the door had opened a little. I pushed the door so that it was open all the way. Lights clicked on and the room was visible from the doorway. I didn't step in because of the tiny sticky note that the Doctor had written. 'Don't read all the books.' I thought about it, Technically, just reading this room doesn't mean that I've read all the books. So this should be fine. I nodded at myself and stepped inside.

It was a simple room, not full of books but rather discs. Movies, I guessed. Well, libraries do have movies sometimes. In the center of the room was a pile of blankets and bean bags and attached to the back wall was a projector and disc player. There were labels on the disc boxes ranging from 'C.J.H.' to 'K.G.' I pulled a disc labeled 'K.G.' out of the shelf and examined it. It looked like a regular DVD but it couldn't be, definitely not a normal disc. I opened the disc player and jumped onto a beanbag. The player silently came to life and the projector switched on. On the wall in front of me a white screen popped on and the lights dimmed.

"Bye-bye!" A small voice called out from a hidden speaker.

An image of a very tall man appeared on the screen. He was wearing a long, coffee coat with a business suit underneath. A plain business suit, not like the Doctor's but regular. A bright light covered his face. But he was a regular businessman on his way to do probably regular work.

"I'll be back after work." The man's hand reached towards me. I had put it together that this was my memory, something I'd experienced rather than read or heard. It must have been a memory from when I was young because I didn't remember ever being that short.

The man in the coat turned away and walked into a bright light. Then the video changed, similar to a slideshow, into a new image. The same man, wearing the same coat but different suit, stood in front of me again.

"Bye!" A voice, most likely my voice, said again.

The man patted my head again, shaking what would be the camera if this was really filmed.

I heard a smile in his voice, "I'll just be a few hours. Left some stuff at the office." He didn't seem to say that to me though, maybe someone standing behind me. I willed the video to turn around so I could see who he was talking to. It didn't work, of course, it was a memory that already happened so I couldn't change it.

The image changed again and again and again. Each time it was me saying goodbye to the businessman. I watched the video for about 10 minutes before realizing who the man was. I paused the video at an image that had as much of the man's face in it. A fuzzy image. He looked proper, at least that's what I thought. The blobby hair threw me off - if the picture was clearer then maybe he'd have fluffy curls. I played the video again and watched the whole thing. Whether it was 30 minutes or 3 hours I didn't know. I just watched as the man who I once called my dad said goodbye thousands and thousands of times.

The disc player light blinked red when the video finished. I snapped out of my gaze at the screen. I hadn't even noticed it was over. I rewinded to the last moment on the disc.

"Bye-ah." I heard myself say.

I watched as his mouth broke into a blurry smile, "I'll be back before you know it!"

He turned his back to me and walked away. 'Back before you know it' and there's no more goodbyes? What kind of a father are you? I thought angrily.

The player didn't blink, it wasn't over. I kept my eyes on the screen. The white light flickered as a few petals drifted past my vision. The old me looked up and to the right, I saw a pair of hands, clutching a small stick of blossoms. Beautiful cherry blossoms that didn't seem to match the world around us. The image flickered away and the player blinked.

"Cherry blossoms?" I muttered, "The woman was probably my mother, then. Cherry blossoms..."

I slid the disc into its box and placed it back on the shelf. There were thousands of these discs. I watched another and another. All of them had one thing in common. It was me, saying goodbye. Goodbyes to people I don't remember and people I do remember.

"There's nothing here but goodbyes…" I murmured.

The room shook suddenly, causing the shelves to rattle and boxes to fall onto the floor. The loud voice of the Doctor echoed in the library and my view of the library flashed into the ceiling of the TARDIS.

"Charls!" The Doctor's face came into view.

I sat up, rubbing my eyes, "What?"

The Doctor looked me over, "What were you doing?'

I tilted my head, "What'd you mean?"

The Doctor backed away, going back to the console, "You fell asleep. I just assumed that you were in your library."

I smiled, "You assumed right."

He met my eyes, "You were crying. In your sleep."

"Ah," I thought about what to say, "well, I was just looking at the new section that opened up."

His eyebrows raised, "New section?"

I nodded, "Yeah, something triggered and a door opened. Probably something you said."

"What was in this new section?" The Doctor fiddled with a spare part from the TARDIS.

"Well, it wasn't books this time. Just a bunch of videos of some memories of mine. Well, the other me." I corrected.

"Memories of what?"

I frowned, "I get why you want to know but that's my business."

"Oh, sorry, am I pushing a boundary?" The Doctor looked up at me and set down the part.

I snickered, "Yeah, sort of. It's fine though, just letting you know."

"So can I get an answer?" The Doctor pressed on.

"Sure, sure." I waved, "It was just videos of some version of me saying goodbye to people. Random people, really. Although, I did recognize one of the people as my father and at the end I think my mother was there."

The Doctor perked up, "Your father and mother? Like your father and mother who were also part human? Was there anything specific you noticed?"

I shrugged, "I couldn't really tell who they were. It was just a feeling that I had. There were some cherry blossoms that felt a little out of place."

"Well, what did you think?" The Doctor said cheerfully, "It's not everyday you get to see your father, right?"

"Doctor, that's rude!" I exclaimed jokingly.

He laughed, "Yup, that's me. Rude and not ginger."

I sighed, "It was just me saying goodbye. He wore a suit - not like yours - just a normal businessman suit."

"What do you mean not like mine? This suit is a perfect suit!" The Doctor patted down his suit.

I laughed then thought about it, "It ended with him saying 'I'll be back before you know it' then the petals floated in."

The Doctor looked up, "Well, goodbyes can be sad. And the blossoms might've been a gift to your mother from your father. Probably why you were crying. A symbol of love."

"Probably." I echoed, "Do you think they're alive - my mum and dad? You think that he just left for a job and got busy?"

The Doctor shrugged, "There's time and space for a species like yours. They could still be out there."

The TARDIS rattled and started to shake. I held fast to the seat while the Doctor circled the TARDIS console. The screen for the TARDIS blinked red and dinged. He flipped more switches then used his foot to press something on the other side of the console. Sandshoes. He really needs to wear something else because that does not match that suit. I watched, amused, as he tried to pilot the TARDIS by himself.

The Doctor jumped up, "Distress signal. Locking on! Might be a bit of-"

He was cut off by a rough landing that plummeted him to the floor, "Turbulence. Sorry."

"I'm good." I said unclamping my hands from around the chair.

"Well come on then, let's take a look." The Doctor ran over to the doors.

We stepped into a long corridor of what looked to be a boiler room or an engine room. Or maybe just a room with a lot of steam and piping.

"Whoa, now that is hot!" The Doctor exclaimed and looked around.

"Remind me to never wear jeans when I'm not in the TARDIS," I huffed and threw my jacket and waistcoat back into the TARDIS so that I was just wearing a plain black and white shirt I'd had when I first made this body.

The Doctor leaned forward and examined the machines around, "Venting systems. Working at full pelt, trying to cool down...um...wherever it is we are." The Doctor looked around again, "Well, if you can't stand the heat." The Doctor went towards a bulkhead door and pushed it open.

"I don't think they're succeeding much in cooling down." I joked and followed him.

"Oh, that's better." The Doctor murmured as he poked his head through the door.

It was a bit cooler, but didn't change much.

"Oi, you two!" A voice and some people ran towards us.

"Get out of there!" I hurriedly ran through the door as two men rushed to close it.

"Seal that door, now!"

A woman ran up to us, drenched in sweat, "Who are you? What are you doing on my ship?"

"Are you police?" One of the dudes who'd closed the door asked.

"Can police even get out here?" I asked the Doctor.

"We got your distress signal." The Doctor looked at everyone, "If this is a ship, why can't I hear any engines?"

"It went dead four minutes ago." The woman told us.

One of the men walked to us then away, "So maybe we should stop chatting and get to Engineering. Captain."

A computer generated voice announced, "Secure closure active."

Apparently that was a bad thing because the woman looked around for an issue, "What?"

"Ship's gone mad." I heard one of the men comment.

Another woman ran down the corridor towards us, the path she took was being closed up right after she ran through.

"Who activated secure closure? I nearly got locked into area twenty seven." She joined us, "Who are you?"

"I'm the Doctor and this is...um…my um..." The Doctor pointed at himself then at me.

"I'm Charls." I nodded my head at them then walked towards a glowy light on the wall. Very glowy. Also orange. Like a lava lamp. I peeked out the window, "Well, that's a sight you don't see everyday."

The computer spoke again, "Impact projection forty two minutes, twenty seven seconds."

The first woman tried to sound like she was in control of the situation by assuring us that we'd get out of this. Whatever 'this' was I wasn't really sure. It probably had to do with the sun being right outside the window.