Madame de Pompadour didn't have to share her suspicions about the fireplace...
Disclaimer: I own neither William Shakespeare nor Doctor Who. Nor do I get anything from writing these stories - except wonderful, constructive reviews. Wink, wink; nudge, nudge ;)
Reinette found him by the window, gazing out at the night sky. "You know all their names, don't you?" she asked. "I saw that in your mind. The name of every star."
The Doctor turned to her. Casually, flippantly, he asked, "What's in a name?"
What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.
She had seen her in his mind, as well. Glowing more golden than anything in Versailles; the "child" she had at one time hoped to lift herself above in his esteem.
"It's a pity," she told him, with as much bravery as she could muster. "I think I would have enjoyed the slow path."
The end.
Anyone want to tell me that a Shakespeare geek like the Doctor wouldn't have known exactly what he was saying? :)
Man! It's been how many years, and I'm still writing myself GitF therapy fics...