Lost and Found

My Raggedy Man (1)

Something old,

Something new.

Something borrowed,

Something blue.

Charlie's POV:

Until she saw the disappearing blue box, Charlie thought she was prepared for anything.

"Ah crap." Charlie muttered from the bus stop at 31st and Maine. She stood on the edge of the sidewalk, her toes almost touching the street. Peering from side to side, she watched for the bus.

12 minutes late, just my luck! She thought.

It was twelve past seven on a cold Monday morning. A little bit windy.

Charlie chewed on her lower lip as she checked her clock again. She was going to be late. Again.

Maybe I'll run. It's not that far.. She debated in her mind.

Running had always been there for her. Sometimes she could feel as if she could run a thousand miles. She'd lace up her blue striped runners and head out. It always cleared her head and gave new ideas. Sometimes she'd be gone for hours, just exploring and seeing new sights.

Charlie wasn't much of a people person. To her, they were all so, boring. So plain. So she always tried to be bright and colourful. All they did was routine. Same thing over an over.

Boring.

The 77 bus turned down the street,

heading toward her. A block, maybe too away? She questioned.

Her fingers reached into her black Hello Kitty bag, feeling around for her bus pass. She quickly pulled it, accidentally grabbing papers with it.

Sighing she reached down picking the useless things up.

The bus slowed as it pulled up, in front of her. The wheels rolled to a stop. The bus was dirty with dust on the outside.

The bus driver was an older rounded man. Her mind whirled. 56 years old. Ronald Roy John. A wife, three kids. A Russian background. Charlie's mind automatically concluded. As if she already knew.. Something weird was going on in her head. It was like she already knew everyone.

From the corner of her eye, a tall lanky man runs towards the bus. He wears a brown suit that matches his floppy hair.

"Um, hold the bus." She awkwardly tells the bus driver. Pointing, she shows the man running.

He's there in a matter of seconds, hopping on. Literally. He jumped on with two feet. The man pays his fare and sits beside her in the front.

"Hello!" He cheerfully says, adjusting his used bowtie.

"Hi.." Charlie stared at his head.

"Are you, uh, wearing a fez?" She asked poking it.

"Yes, fez's are cool," He replied, continuing.

"I'm the--" He starts.

"The Doctor, I know, yes." Charlie interrupted.

Her mind clicked. 902 years old. The Doctor. Wife? Gallifreyan background. 11th regeneration. Time Lord.

Charlie's eyebrows furrowed. She didn't even know what she was thinking. Time Lord? Regeneration? Huh? She was always right. But this was weird.

"What's a TimeLord?" She asked, eyes squinting.

The Doctor froze.

"What's a TimeLord?" She asked again.

"I'm Charlie by the way." Charlie held out her hand.

The Doctors POV:

He grabbed his sonic screwdriver from his upper right pocket and scanned her.

The result came momentarily.

Human.

"You're human..? The Doctor trailed off.

"Well yeah I'm a bloody human! What else am I suppose to be?" She accused.

Charlie's red hair sat on her shoulders, green eyes staring at him.

The bus came to a sharp and quick stop. Charlie grabbed her messengers bag and started to walk away. Leaving the strange man.

The Doctor sat there for a moment, watching the girl walk away.

"Wait!" He called after her, jumping off the bus.

"How'd you know about me?" He questioned.

"I-I don't know. It's just something my brains been doing lately. But, I have to go." She paused, checking her watch.

"It's thirty past seven and I'm late. So it was nice meet you Doctor man. My boss is going to kill me! " She started to walk away.

Frowning, he followed.

They passed through one of the Thursday markets. Fresh fruit and vegetable stands lined up along the wall. Other crafts, art and even clothing stores lay in the midst of things. People flooded the streets, laughing and talking. Some carried babies, while others goods they had recently bought.

"Oi! Quit it! Goodbye." Charlie said turning out of sight.

The Doctor's eyes searched the crowd. The woman, Charlie, was no where in sight. People kept bumping into him, muttering apologies.

"Who are you..?" He stared at the sky, thinking about her.

Charlie's POV:

When she finally got rid of the strange man, she turned down the nearest alley, heading to work.

"Half an hour late." She complained to no one in particular.

Shaking her head she started to jog.

The building was only six more blocks away, what could happen?

Left, left, right. The words floated in her head as she turned corners.

A horrible screeching sound came from behind her. Turning, she tilted her head. Surely that couldn't have been there before..? She thought to herself.

It was, infact, a large blue, telephone box. Well a police box to be exact. The door opened and The Doctor stepped out.

"Found you!" He smiled.

"Oh God." Charlie faintly spoke before passing out.

Her head hit the ground beneath her.

The last thing she saw was the man running towards her.