Disclaimer: I, the Doctor's Charlene, have no right to the amazing show called Doctor Who or any of the characters…unfortunately. But I do own the sassy but beautiful Scarlett Noble and any of characters that I make up.

Author's Note: Here's part one of the Shakesphere's Code! Who's ready to see if Scarlett gets her flirt on with Shakesphere? ;) Read to find out!

Scarlett's POV…

The TARDIS was still moving around wildly, making it difficult to stay on my feet, but I managed as I grasped onto the console tightly. Glancing at Martha, I could see her doing the exact same thing while the TARDIS jostled around.

"But how do you travel in time?!" Martha yelled over the loud noise of the TARDIS. "What makes it go?!"

The Doctor rolled his eyes slightly, turning a wheel control on the console. "Oh, let's take the fun and mystery out of everything!"

I managed to reach over and smacked the Doctor on the shoulder. "Oi, no need to be rude, Sky-Guy!"

He ignored me and went on, "Martha, you don't want to know. It just does. Hold on tight!" I watched in amusement as he practically climbed on the console to keep himself from falling.

The TARDIS made a sudden lunge, sending me tumbling down to the floor with a 'whoa!' escaping my lips as I did so.

Martha fell down as well as the Doctor, who landed right on top of me. I grunted at the extra weight. God, for someone so skinny, he weighted a ton!

"My God, Doctor, what have you been eating?" I grunted, pushing him off of me. "You weigh a ton!"

The Doctor didn't comment as he got to his feet, brushing himself off. I rolled my eyes and stood up, along with Martha.

"Blimey!" she exclaimed. "Do you have to pass a test to fly this thing?"

"Yes, and I failed it!" The Doctor grabbed his coat and slipped it on.

I snorted and raised my brows at him. "And you didn't think to tell us this before?"

He shrugged. "Didn't come up."

"Right."

Then the Doctor changed the subject. "Now, make the most of it!" He grinned as he handed Martha's jacket to her before he headed towards the TARDIS doors, a skip in his step. "I promised you one trip and one trip only. Outside this door…" He stopped at the doors and turned towards me and Martha, grinning. "Brand new world."

Martha and I shared a grin.

"Where are we?" we both asked at the same time, excitedly.

"Take a look." The Doctor smirked a little as he opened the doors and nodded outside. "After you, girls."

Sharing another grin with Martha, I was the first one out of the doors and was met with the sight of a busy Elizabethan street, at night. I looked around in amazement at all the people, dressed in period clothing. It was amazing to say the least!

From the corner of my eyes, I spotted Martha and the Doctor standing beside me. Martha's eyes were wide with amazement as she looked out onto the street.

"Oh, you are kidding me. You are so kidding me." She breathed out.

I laughed at her. "It's amazing, right?!" I grinned as I wrapped an around Martha's shoulders.

Martha grinned excitedly. "Oh, my God! We did it. We traveled in time. Where are we?" Then she put up a hand as the Doctor opened his mouth to answer. "No, sorry. I gotta get used to this whole new language. When are we?"

The Doctor looked up briefly, then grabbed our arms and pulled us back quickly just as a man dumped contents out of a bucket.

"Mind the loo!"

I made a face at those words. "Well, we're definitely in a place before the toilet was invented." I pointed out, giving the Doctor a look and he looked sheepish.

"Sorry about that."

"I've seen worse." Martha reassured him. "I've worked the late night at A & E."

My nose wrinkled. "Ugh, that sounds awful."

"Trust me, you have no idea." Martha told me as the Doctor started to walk away. She hurried after him and I followed behind them, making sure move over the yucky contents. "But are we safe? I mean, can we move around and stuff?"

The Doctor's eyebrows knitted together as he turned around to walk backwards while looking at us. "Of course we can. Why do you ask?"

"It's like in the films. You step on a butterfly; you can change the future of the human race."

"What movie have you seen like that?" I looked at Martha strangely.

The Doctor was looking at her strangely too, but shook it off. "Well, tell you what then, don't step on any butterflies. What have butterflies ever done to you?" He turned back around as we continued walking down the street.

"What if, I dunno, what if I kill my grandfather?" Martha suggested.

"You planning to?"

"No."

"That answers that question, doesn't it?" I said amused, my eyes taking in what I was seeing. This was definitely something I would be telling Donna about once I saw her again. Too bad I didn't bring a camera with me to take pictures of all of this. But there was probably some rule against bringing stuff from the future into the past that I didn't know about. I looked over at the Doctor. "So, is this supposed to be London?"

"I think so." The Doctor answered my question. "Right about 1599."

Martha stopped in place. "Oh, but hold on." She said and the Doctor turned around to look at her. "Am I all right? I'm not gonna get carted off as a slave now, am I?"

"Why would they do that?"

She pointed to her face. "Not exactly white, if you haven't noticed."

"I'm not even human. Just walk like you own the place. Works for me. Besides, you'll be surprised. Elizabethan England, not so different from your time. Look over there." He pointed. "They've got recycling."

We looked to see a man shoveling manure.

"Water color moment."

Two men were conversing at a water barrel. Then we walked past a man preaching about the end of the world.

"…and the world will consumed by flames!" he exclaimed.

"Global warming." The Doctor then grinned widely. "Oh, yes, and…entertainment! Popular entertainment for the masses. If I'm right, we're just down the river by Southwark right next to…" He grabbed our hands, something I made a face at, and we ran around a corner, revealing a large building. I had seen it somewhere before but I couldn't think of it. "Oh yes, the Globe Theater!" That's what it was! Cool! "Brand new. Just opened. Though, strictly speaking, it's not a globe; it's a tetradecagon – 14 sides – containing the man himself." The Doctor was grinning as he rocked on his heels in excitement.

Getting what he meant, my eyes widened. "Are you serious? Shakespeare's in there?"

"Oh yes!"

Though I wasn't exactly a big fan of his plays, it was pretty exciting that the real, actual Shakesphere was in the Globe Theater.

Still grinning, the Doctor held out both of his arms towards me and Martha. "Miss Jones, Miss Noble, will you lovely ladies accompany me to the theater?" he asked all gentleman like, which probably made all girls swoon at the sight but I thought he looked cheesy saying that.

I rolled my eyes as I linked my arm with his anyway. "Sure, why not?"

Martha slid her arm into his other one, grinning. "Yes, Mr. Smith, I will!" With that, we walked towards the Globe Theater.

"When you get home, you can tell everyone you've met Shakesphere." The Doctor told me and Martha.

"Then we could get sectioned." Martha joked.

I shook my head at her, not finding her joke all that funny, but I didn't comment about as I wondered what play Shakesphere was doing.

The Globe Theater was completely crowded, filled with all kinds of people. It was pretty amazing to see all these people in one place.

I stood in the middle of the Doctor and Martha, watching the play. I nearly fell asleep a couple times but I was always stopped by the Doctor nudging me in the side, which of course earned a smack from me. It wasn't my fault that I found this play boring. I had no idea what any of them were saying, so that didn't help me stay awake.

Finally, the play was over and I yawned as everyone around me clapped, yelling out in excitement, including Martha and the Doctor.

"That's just amazing!" Martha said enthusiastically. I wouldn't call it amazing, but that's because I really wasn't paying attention to what was going on. "Just amazing. It's worth putting up with the smell!" She laughed, then she titled her head to the slightly. "And those are men dressed as women, yeah?"

The Doctor smiled. "London never changes."

"Where Shakesphere? I wanna see Shakesphere." Martha started cheering out, pumping a fist in the air as she did, "Author! Author!"

I giggled as the Doctor looked over at her. "Nice, Martha." I said to her amused.

"Do people shout that? Do they shout, 'Author?'" Martha questioned.

As soon as she asked that, everyone else around started cheering the exact same thing.

"Author! Author! Author!"

The Doctor looked around. "Well…they do now." He commented and it made Martha grin.

I grinned over at her as I patted her on the shoulder, getting her attention. "Nice job, Martha. You started something in 1599. Now, who can say that?"

My friend giggled. "No one!"

"Exactly!"

Just then, a man stepped onto the stage and the cheering got louder as he bowed exaggeratedly and blew kisses at the crowd, which made the cheering and shouting grow even louder. This must be Shakesphere… I looked him over and liked what I saw. Mm, he was hot. He had that long hair which begged to be tussled with. He was fit too, well as fit as a writer could be. And he probably had pretty, deep brown eyes, but it was hard to tell where I stood with the Doctor and Martha.

"He's a bit different from his portraits…" Martha said, eyeing him just like I was.

I nodded. "He's actually hot." I noticed the Doctor frown but it was so brief that I thought it was imagination.

"Genius. He's a genius – THE genius." The Doctor sounded like a total fanboy and I stifled a laugh. "The most human Human that's ever been. Now, we're gonna hear him speak. Always, he chooses the best words. New, beautiful, brilliant words."

"Shut your big fat mouths!" Shakesphere bellowed with a wide grin.

The audience laughed and the Doctor's face fell.

"I see what you mean." I said sarcastically.

He sighed, disappointed. "Oh, well."

Martha shook her head. "You should never meet your heroes."

I nodded in agreement.

"You have excellent taste! I'll give you that!" Shakesphere called out to the crowd, still grinning. He pointed to a man in the crowd and said in a joking tone, "Oh, that's a wig!" The audience laughed again. "I know what you're all saying. 'Love Labour's Lost', that's a funny ending, isn't it? It just stops!" Everyone in the crowd nodded their heads. "Will the boys get the girls? Well, don't get your hose in a tangle, you'll find out soon." He laughed boastfully as the crowd clapped in excitement. "Yeah, yeah. All in good time. You don't rush a genius." He bowed to the crowd, causing them to clap all over again. Then all of the sudden, Shakesphere jerked upright and I raised a brow at him. That was weird. "When? Tomorrow night!"

The audience cheered again and the crew, who were on stage with Shakesphere, looked stunned, like this was the first time they had heard of this.

"The premiere of my brand new play. A sequel, no less, and I call it 'Loves Labour's Won'!"

Once again, the audience cheered but the Doctor was strangely quiet. Too quiet, I grew worried.

"Doctor, you okay?" I asked with concern.

He barely nodded, lost in thought.

"Okay…"

"I'm not an expert, but I've never heard of Love Labour's Won." Martha said as we left the Globe Theater with the rest of the crowd.

"Exactly, the lost play. It doesn't exists only in rumors." The Doctor explained with a concerned frown. No one wonder he was being so quiet after Shakespeare's announcement. "It's mentioned in his lists of plays but never ever turns up. No one knows why."

"That's weird." I commented.

"Very weird." The Doctor agreed.

"Have you got a mini disk or something?" Martha asked. "We could tape it. We could flog it. Sell it when we get home and make a mint."

The Doctor looked over at her, giving her a look. "No."

"That would be bad?"

He nodded. "Yeah. Yeah."

"Well, how come it disappeared in the first place?"

I crossed my arms. "That's a good question. Any idea, Doctor?"

The Doctor said nothing for a moment. "Well, I was gonna give a quick little trip in the TARDIS but I suppose we could stay a little longer."

When the Doctor wasn't looking, Martha and I gave each other a high five, grinning.

After finding out where Shakesphere was staying at, we went to his room and the Doctor knocked on the door, which was already open.

Shakesphere looked up at the knock, causing the Doctor to grin at him. Martha and I stood in the background but we could see what was going on.

My heart skipped a beat at seeing Shakesphere. He was even more gorgeous up close.

"Hello!" The Doctor greeted cheerfully. "I'm not interrupting, am I? Mr. Shakesphere, isn't it?"

Shakesphere groaned. "Oh, no, no, no, no. Who let you in? No autographs. No, you can't have yourself sketched with me." He rolled his eyes in exasperation. "And please don't ask where I get my ideas from. Thanks for the interest. Now, be a good boy and shove…" He trailed off as he spotted me standing behind the Doctor and I stared right back at him with an inviting smirk as I brushed back my bangs so they were out of my eyes. "Hey, nonny, nonny. Sit down right next to me."

"How nice of you." I told him flirtatiously causing him to grin, his brown eyes twinkling. Looks like I was right about him having deep brown eyes.

Then he turned to the other two men in the room. "You two get sewing on them costumes." He waved them off. "Off you go."

"Come on, lads." The only blonde in the room sighed. "I think our William's found his new muse."

His new muse? I loved the sound of that.

"Sweet lady." His voice growled a bit as I moved by the Doctor and Martha. I didn't notice the frown on the Doctor's face. I only noticed Shakesphere as I slid into the seat next to him. "Such unusual clothes. So…" His eyes trailed over my form. "Fitted."

I smirked as I leaned against my hand and stared at him. "You should see my other clothing. They're equally fitting." I purred seductively.

Shakesphere smirked back. "Is that a promise?"

"Maybe."

The Doctor cleared his throat rather loudly, getting Shakespeare's attention. He fished out a wallet and showed it to him.

"I'm Sir Doctor of TARDIS and these are my lovely companions, Miss Martha Jones and Miss Scarlett Noble." He introduced.

"Interesting, that bit of paper. It's blank." Shakesphere said, barely glancing at the paper.

The Doctor looked at him, clearly impressed. "Oh, that's very clever. That proves it. Absolute genius."

Martha peered at the paper. "No, it says so right there. Sir Doctor, Martha Jones, Scarlett Noble."

"Well, I say it's blank." Shakesphere challenged.

Now, I looked at the paper and I didn't see anything either. "Yep, that's definitely blank." I agreed, earning a surprised look from the Doctor. I noticed. "What?"

The Doctor shook out of it. "Nothing." Then to Martha, "Psychic paper. Um, long story." He rolled his eyes a bit. "Oh, I hate starting from scratch." Martha frowned as he put the psychic paper away.

"Psychic." Shakesphere tried the word out. "Never heard that word before and words are my trade. Who are you exactly? More to the point, who's your delicious prosocline lady?" He purred to me.

"Oh, I'm not his." I quickly set the record straight on that one. "Never in a million billion years."

"What about the blackamour lady?" Shakesphere asked, looking over at Martha.

She gave him a look of disbelief. "What did you say?"

"Oops. Isn't that a word we use nowadays? An Ethiop girl? A swarth? A Queen of Afric…"

"I can't believe I'm hearing this." Martha shook her head in disbelief.

The Doctor sighed heavily, rubbing his temples. "It's political correctness gone mad." He shook his head. "Um, Martha's from a far-off land. Freedonia."

I turned to him and lowered my voice. "That's the best you can come up with?"

He didn't have time to say anything as a loud bellowing voice interrupted him.

"Excuse me!" A rather large man entered the room and he looked angry. "Hold hard a moment. This is abdominal behavior! A new play with no warning! I demand to see a script, Mr. Shakesphere! As Master of the Revels, every new script must be registered at my office and examined by me before it can be performed!"

Shakesphere gave a sigh. "Tomorrow morning, first thing, I'll send it 'round."

"I don't work to your schedule, you work to mine!" he bellowed. "The script, now!"

"I can't."

"Then tomorrow's performance is cancelled!"

"It's all go, 'round here, isn't it?" Martha commented.

"Apparently." I agreed.

The man glared at Shakesphere. "I'm returning to my office for a banning order. If it's the last thing I do, 'Love's Labour's Won', will never be played!" He whirled around and left the room.

TBC...

In...

The Shakesphere Code, Part 2...

This part was so much fun to write, especially the flirting between Shakesphere and Scarlett. And you can decide if the Doctor was jealous or not because he may or may have not been. You be the judge ;) Anyway, until next time on All We Are! :D