A/N: Howdy all! This one is back to the main story, and I may be starting a new story soon that focuses on what happened to Charlie from LKH-TWoRS. Or maybe not. Depends on what you guys want. So get back to me on that, and for now we'll continue with the story.

Disclaimer: Seeing as Rose is still gone, obviously I don't own it. Just sayin'.

P.S.: Before you uber-hardcore Whovians go ninja on my ass with the whole studied in France thing, I only know it from the episode with Craig and the upstairs that doesn't exist. So, yeah, I'm just going off what I know from that.

Life had been good. There had been no huge catastrophes, no one had frantically called the Doctor with the news that their civilization was going to collapse if he didn't find their planet and save them with the leftover lint in his pockets. Charlie couldn't have asked for a better life. So things were a bit awkward between them. That was only to be expected, seeing as she was the long lost daughter he never knew existed until now.

"Hand me the screwdriver, will you? I need to connect this red-ish cable to that mildly green looking one if I want the TARDIS to land exactly where I want her too." Sparks erupted from behind them. Smirking inwardly, Charles knew that the TARDIS was going to land them exactly the way she wanted to land them and there wasn't a thing the Doctor could do about it. "Oh, so that's how it's going to be. Charlie! Screwdriver! NOW!"

This continued for a while, until the Doctor gave up. "Fine, don't take us there! It's not my day you're ruining!"

"It's fine, really Doctor. I've got things to do, so a lazy day sounds fantastic."

"You sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Go, do Doctor-y things!" He nodded and plodded off to the innards of the TADRIS, mumbling something about the chemical imbalance the fish in tennis court three are causing. She giggled at the absurdity of the comment. "I hope he knows I moved the fish tank to court four. Oh well, he'll figure something out." Sighing, she walked over to the steps. Passing the monitor, she noticed something strange. They had landed, on Earth, in 2011. To be exact, they were in a field, somewhere in England, on December 16th, 2011. "Doctor! You might want to look at this!"

*DW*

He had been standing there for nearly an hour, glaring at the monitor as if it would suddenly spill all its secrets if he looked at it long enough. Charlie stood in the background, watching her father with a look of pure confusion on her face

Giving up on the monitor, the Doctor had decided to risk it. Grabbing the screwdriver, he held it like a baseball bat as he cautiously crept out of the TARDIS. "Oh for God's sake!" Storming past him, she flung open the door. Walking past him, she instantly ran back into the TARDIS.

"What is it? What's wrong?"

"It's cold out there! I thought the monitor said England, not Antarctica!"

Laughing, he stepped away from the door. "Wardrobe is down those stairs to the left." Grumbling, she ran down the stairs.

"Thanks!" She entered the room, her eyes growing wide at the millions of racks. There were clothes from everywhere, every when. She quickly spotted the rack with warm clothes and grabbed a parka. "Ok Doctor, let's try this again."

*DW*

They reached the door again, and this time they strode confidently outside. The air was clean, and the lights of the town twinkled ahead of them. Racing forward, Charlie dropped to her hands and knees. "SNOW!" The Doctor laughed at his daughter's response. Slowly it dawned on him.

"You've never seen snow before, have you?"

She ducked her head, ashamed. "I've heard of it but, back when I was Patient 03618, I didn't get much outdoor time."

"Well then, I am honored to be your first."

"My first what?" The Doctor grabbed something from the ground and threw it at her. The snowball hit her square in the chest. She fell backwards, stunned. She slowly stood up, hell bent on vengeance. Before she could retaliate, a piercing scream filled the night. Charlie sprinted towards the sound, the Doctor not far behind. Skidding to a stop at the end of the woods, she turned back. "Maybe it was a false alarm? Maybe, we imagined it?" Before he could respond, a second scream echoed through the trees. Grabbing the flashlight he kept in his pocket, the Doctor flicked it on and strode forward.

The pair searched through the woods, fear eating away at Charlie's stomach. The wind picked up, the night air dropped 20 degrees. There was hint of something in the air, something Charlie couldn't quite place. Then it hit her. It hit her hard. Blood. There was blood in the air, and lots of it. She sprinted forward, ignoring the Doctor's yells for her to wait. The sight before her made her heart stop. A girl was laying there, her eyes open and glassy, her outfit torn and coated with her blood. "She's only been dead for a few minutes." She hadn't even heard him come up behind her.

"She's so young." Her shoulders dropped, her hair covering her eyes. He could feel her sadness; it was a tangible object filling the air between them. He wanted to wrap her in his arms and protect her from all the bad things in the world. "Why?" she asked, her voice cracking.

"I… I don't know." The answer frustrated him. He wished he could tell her, but he didn't know. "We should try and find any clues as to who did this."

"Yeah, you're right." Wiping her nose on her sleeve, she regained her composure. Quickly, she bent over and closed the girl's eyes. He pulled the sonic from his pocket and scanned the area.

"Now this is strange."

"What is it Doctor?"

"This area has recently seen activity. These readings, they can't be…"

"Can't be what?" She was getting frustrated. This girl had been wrongfully taken and she wanted, no, needed to find out why.

"This monitor say someone, well, something has been in this area recently. The only problem is that it is impossible! It just cannot happen!"

"Doctor! You are a nine-hundred something year old Timelord who travels around time and space in a flying blue box. I think we're past the point of impossible!"

"According to this, she was killed by herself."