This story is rated T. I do not own Doctor Who or any of its characters. This story is mine, but I don't own anything you think they own. I'm only writing for both of our entertainment. I know there was a Shakespearean episode, but this is NOT like that, I'm not trying to rip of Doctor Who in any way. Gimblymunjers are my own fantasy. Ummm... sorry, this is my first story, I don't know what I'm doing. If you guys could comment and tell me if I'm doing something horrendously wrong, that would be lovely. I only ask that you be polite, and try not to just say "YOU STINK!" At least tell me WHY I stink. I hope you enjoy!
"Doctor, where are we going?" Amy asks.
"We," says the Doctor, "are going to the Globe Theater in the 1600s, to see Romeo and Juliet. Are you familiar?"
"You mean like the real Globe Theater? Like Shakespeare?"
"Precisely like Shakespeare."
"So we're actually going to see an original performance of my absolute favorite play of all time?"
"That's what I just said."
"Doctor, you are-"
"No, wait, don't spoil it; wait until you see the Globe. Then you can spoil it."
"Um, spoil what? Exactly?"
"The only words that can describe my absolute coolness. Coolness. Is that a word? Well it is now."
"Actually, I think it is a word."
"Yes, because I just made it one."
"No, like really, it's been a word-"
"Ah! We're there. Or here, because you can't really be 'there', it's a paradox, once you're there it's called 'here' and you're never there, but you are 'there', except really you're here, and then you have to take point of view into account-"
"Let's go!"
The three leave the TARDIS and find themselves in a magical place full of ball gown and lace fans. Oil lamps hang from posts on street corners, and the roads are only paved with dirt. Laughter is heard from all directions, and a merry tune is being played on a flute, from a man on the street corner. There is a display of fancy hats in a nearby shop window as well.
"Okay, I'm going shopping. Right now. Rory, hold my purse," says Amy, staring unblinkingly at the shop.
"Hold on, I'm picking something up," says the Doctor, looking confused.
"What do you mean?" Amy says, sharing the Doctor's expression.
"On the sonic. There's something over there. Something… different. Behind that curtain. And it looks like-"
A strange golden glow and ripple flows over the crowd in the surrounding area.
"Okay, that… didn't seem to actually do anything," Rory says.
"Yes. That's when it's the worst," says the doctor, glancing around. "Anyway, let's get going. We don't want to miss the show."
"Why does he always pick something up?" mumbles Amy.
The crew walks into the Globe.
"This is absolutely amazing," breathes Amy. "I've never seen anything like it except in textbooks and things, but this is amazing!"
"This calls for a musical number," says Rory.
"Um, excuse me?" says Amy looking dumbstruck.
"A musical number!" Rory jumps onto the stage and starts to sing. "All your life you've waited for a chance to see these places all around."
"What's he doing?" asks Amy incredulously.
"Just as I thought," says the Doctor, and he pulls Amy onto the stage. He starts to sing. "Now I can show you everything, and help you get your feet off the ground."
"So Amy Pond, it's time for you to see," the Doctor and Rory sing together, "your favorite places throughout history!"
Amy starts to sing along.
"We're a time traveling trio, and we're traveling through time! We're a time traveling trio, and we'll sing and dance and rhyme! You can join us if you want to; just don't take all the fun! "Cause we're travelling through time and space, and everything under the sun!"
"And everything else, too!" the Doctor adds at the end of the little number. The three looked around. The whole theater had joined them, and had apparently thought nothing of it.
"What the hell…" says Amy.
A/N: So what did you think? It's only chapter one, I hope it's good enough to continue... ? I know I may have gotten some thing historically incorrect, but I did the best I could. Please comment and review and whatever, I'd really appreciate it! Thanks!