Ohai. This is the actual thing. I may be a little slow getting chapters out. But what matter is that? I don't get many viewers. Oh well! For those of you who do read this, please R&R! Warning: This chapter isn't very long

Disclaimer: I don't own any PJO or Doctor Who characters.

Charlie's POV

I'm running. So fast. Holding a girl's hand. I didn't know her, but she was worth saving. Robots. They were everywhere. Chasing us. They wouldn't stop shooting at us. They said 'Delete!' with every shot. I didn't know what to do. I just kept running. I passed through many people who were walking forward aimlessly. They had these Bluetooth devices in their ears. I don't think they blinked either. They didn't respond to anything. To anyone. Not to me. Not to the girl. Not to the... The... What to call them? Cybermen. I didn't know why I chose that name. It just sounded right. I looked at the girl I was holding hands with. I still had no clue who she was, but I kissed her, told her I loved her, and told her to run. And she did. I ran back and fought the Cybermen. I somehow found a bazooka and began shooting. Explosion broke out. Then someone laid their cold, metal fingers on my shoulders. Wait, metal? Then I died.

Or so I thought. I woke up. My step mum was shaking my shoulders "Charlie? Oh Charlie thank god you're awake! I've been so worried that you'd slipped into a coma!" She pulled me into a hug.

"No mum, just a nightmare. A nightmare that I was rather interested in is all. Anyways, what's for breakfast?"

"Why just some bacon eggs and toast! Would you like to see what's on the tele?"

"I guess so. Not much else to do now is there?"

Mum got the tele remote for me and a laid in bed, watching as the prime minister, Harriet Jones, announced that there were ghosts all throughout the entire world. Every channel I flipped to, same thing. Ghosts. Friendly, apparently. But ghosts didn't have forms. Well maybe apparitions but this was a bit much.

I got up and looked out the window of my flat, seeing all the ghosts. Then they disappeared. If anything I'd seen before, the man-killing shop dummies, the monsters that would chase me, or the Sycorax, this was the most peculiar by far. These ghosts were much more complex. The almost looked like the robots from my dream if you looked sat them close enough. Then they actually turned into them. The Cybermen. My worst nightmare. Literally.

Before I knew it, my home was invaded. The kept calling me an enemy and threatened to delete me, like in my dream. They scanned me over and over, trying to recognize me as a... a time lord? Is that what they said? I didn't understand. I was just a sixteen year old bloke. I didn't understand. Then they took me away. Strange thing, they took me to Canary Wharf, or in other words, from their point of view, the Torchwood tower.

It was different on the inside, Canary Wharf. There were these robotic creatures, very familiar they were. I didn't know how I knew they were creatures, but I could see through the shells. There were these things with many long tentacles. It was utterly disturbing. I thought of a name for them as well- Daleks. I didn't know where the names were coming from, but it suited them. I then saw a blue box. It was most familiar. I'd seen it in my dreams. It had been so unreal. What was it called? A Tardis? What an odd name? Or as I liked to say using a creature from another dream- What an Ood name?

Why were all of my dreams coming true? Would I meet that pretty girl again too? What about the man in the trench coat that looked a bit like myself? Or the blonde who had seemed so attracted to the man? All of these thoughts swimming in my head drove me mad. They took me to a room that was glowing red. They almost sent me in when they brought up another man that they thought was apparently more important. It sort of offended me but I lived. They shoved me to the side, letting me go. They sent the man in as he screamed. I was already fifty feet down the hall.

I went back to the blue box and tried to get inside of it. Locked. I knew that glowing key that the trench coat bloke had was used for something. I ran around the tower, looking for some help. I then saw the man in the mysterious trench coat. I had traveled into a room where there was a lot of empty space, two large switches and a window. Standing there was the man, who was wearing a blue suit, a few men in black, the blonde from my dream who was wearing a lab coat, woman in a blue sweatshirt that looked as if it were her mum, and another man who could very well be her father. Everybody in the room left but the unnamed man from my dreams. "Hello" I said

He looked at me oddly as if he knew me "Charlie?" He said

"How do you know my name?"

"I- Don't ask. You need to leave though. I don't mean the room. I mean to America. Manhattan, New York to be exact. There's a hill. Find it. You'll be safe the-"

"What's your name?"

"Dad- Wait. No. I'm the doctor and I am most definitely not your dad. Nevermind that you need to leave the country!"

"Why?"

"You're not safe here!"

"I'm not safe anywhere!"

"Are you arguing? Why are you arguing?"

"Now you're asking questions!"

"Oh. Right. Anyway, go to this camp in America. You still have the stopwatch, don't you?"

"Yes"

"That'll explain everything now go!"

I did as he said. I left the room, left the building, and fled the country to camp half-blood.