Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Doctor Who, now do I? If I did this would be part of the show. The only thing I own is the Queen of the Centuries and the actor character you will find more about later. So read on!

The Queen of the Centuries

Chapter One

The Doctor raced down the street on his new motorbike. He figured, if he was going to be stuck in a world without Rose he might as well treat himself. He silently shook his head at the thought and felt it rattle against his helmet. Since he had lost Rose, he had been on a quest. A quest that he must speak to no one about. Not a soul. All he could say was that he had to find the ring. The Century Ring.

So, the Doctor did not speak a word as he stopped the bike and went into a festively decorated theatre called The Century Theatre. Ironic, he knew. But the Doctor had been faced with a lot of irony in his time and barely took note of it. He just hoped that somehow the theatre would lead him to the right place.

The theatre was extravagant inside! The entire stage was draped with velvety, burgundy curtains. The proscenium appeared to be made of gold and the actors beneath it seemed to be rehersing some sort of Shakespearian play. On stage now, a man and a woman seemed to be arguing in Shakespearian and to be frank, the Doctor had no idea what they were saying. He looked down at the seats which looked like some of the most comfortable he had ever seen. The Doctor was about to take a seat, when he heard a woman's voice snap, "Who are you?"

"Um…" the Doctor turned to face an elderly woman with gray hairs exploding out of every inch of her head. She was dressed in the average clothes a human might be wearing in the year 2006--a pair of khaki pants and a long-sleeved gray shirt which happened to perfectly blend with her hair. She was holding a clipboard against her hip and the Doctor assumed she was a stage manager or something. "Stage crew," he lied. "I should get back there, shouldn't I?"

"Oh, yes you should. Right away," her Londoner accent startled him as he thought the TARDIS had landed in Glasgow, Scotland.

The Doctor hurried to his feet and rushed backstage. Here, the lights were dimly lit and he almost ran into a young actor waiting for his cue in the wings. "Watch where you're going, idiot," the actor snapped.

The Doctor could barely see the young adult's face, but the desk light backstage lit up the man's fingers and the Doctor caught a glimpse of a ring he was wearing. "What's that?" the Doctor pointed down at the man's finger.

"It's a ring," the actor whispered irately. "Naff off, will yeh?"

"Wait, wait," the doctor picked up his soft hand and examined the ring. It looked just like the hologram the Queen of the Centuries had shown him. And after all, it was her that he was supposed to be helping. He slid the ring off the actor's finger, but not with out a yelp.

"Hey, stop that!" he whispered. He looked down at his enchanting costume complete with gold cuffs, a gold cape and white tights. "I need it for rehearsal. It's part of my costume!"

The Doctor looked down at the Scot after he thoroughly inspected the ring. "Where did you get this?" he held the ring up in the light so he could make sure it wasn't all just a hallucination. Had he really just seen the word Century engraved in the inside loop of the ring?

"Give it to me--that's my cue. Do you hear me? That's my cue?" the enraged actor hissed through gritted teeth.

The Doctor's eyebrows rose as he turned to the stage. He heard as well as the Scot did a shaky voice yelling for the third or fourth time, "Oh, MacBeth? Oh, dear MacBeth! It is only I, your lady calling!"

"MacBeth, eh?" the Doctor turned back to the ring. "Pretty big role for somebody like you. Maybe you should get out there."

"Not without that--" the actor tried to snatch the ring out of the doctor's hands but failed. He stumbled over his own feet and fell for the hard, wooden floor. "Gimme the bloody ring…" he mumbled from the ground.

The Doctor was about to push this brat on stage, but the Queen's voice popped into his head. He saw her sagging cheeks and her tired eyes begging him to do this one favor for her. "Please Doctor," she had said. "Just help me find the ring and it's owner." The Doctor smiled to himself. "C'mere, boy. You're comin' with me," he said as he yanked the boy up.

So, I'm watching Doctor Who from the US and I don't exactly know what happens to Rose yet. But I DO know that she is gone and there is going to be a new assistant like person. Well, I'm not exactly an 'old school' Doctor Who fan so I don't know if the assistant has ever been a guy, but I thought it would make an interesting twist. What do you guys think?

Please review the story! I accept critisim and... not critisim as well.

Or is it spelled critizim? Hmmm...

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