Okay, guys! That chapter wasn't the best, but I think I can improve it! Who has faith in the less-than-average author? Anyone? Aww oh well, let's try this again. Take 2 for Time Travelers of Camp Half-Blood! Beware my chapters will be VERY short

Disclaimer: All Doctor who characters belong to the BBC and all PJO characters belong to Rick Riordan

Charlie's POV

You've heard the story of how I wound up here, now hear what happens next.

I arrived at camp at about 8:36 P.M.. I didn't see many campers around. They must have joined together for supper. I looked around at the few campers there, hoping I'd see the girl from my dream I had at the eve of the Battle of Canary Wharf. She was nowhere in sight. Maybe I'd see her tomorrow. I sniffed the air. I've always loved the smell of summer nights. I didn't ever have much time to appreciate the enchanting scent of the night sky mixed with the summer air. I took a moment to enjoy it. Then I remembered something- The pocket watch. The Doctor had mentioned the pocket watch. I didn't know why he brought it up. Or how he even knew about it. It's just a pocket watch. Nothing out of the ordinary. It never worked but for some reason I held onto it.

I brought it out of my pocket. I stared at it for a really long time. What did it have to do with anything? Just as I was about to open it, "Hey" a blonde girl, about my age, spoke to me, taking my attention off the watch and to her. I just realized she was there and quickly slid my watch back into my pocket. I guess I'd have to wait for an explanation.

"Um, hello." I said

"Who're you?" She asked

"Charlie..." I swallowed thickly "Charlie.. Um.. Taylor..."

Her eyes widened before grabbing my wrist and dragging me to this large, sky blue building while calling out for somebody named Chiron, a name that sounded quite familiar. The girl also looked kinda familiar. I now had quite a hunch about how all of these people knew my name and who I was. As we got to the porch, somebody came out the front door. Out came a man, just your ordinary bloke with a beard, then I looked down. All past his waist, he had the body or a horse! A bloody horse for Pete's sake! I stood there in shock as the centaur did the same towards me "Is it..." He said. "Yeah, it's Charlie..." The girl said. He gestured her and I toward the building as he walked in. We followed him but when I walked in, he was just a man in a wheelchair. It took me a minute to process everything I have been seeing. Even the Daleks seemed more realistic than this. "Charles, take a seat." He said. I sat on the sofa and looked around the room. The only thing not cozy about the place was the giant leopard head roaring at me on the wall. The blonde girl sat on the sofa beside me. The man observed "You've changed alot, Charles."

"Um, mind me, but who're you?"

"You haven't opened the watch?"

"No, I was planning to though..."

"Well then do it."

I did as he said. I pulled out the watch and stared at it for a long time before laying a finger on the button. I clicked it and out came a yellow mist that descended inside of me.

To be continued