Chapter 2: The Shakespeare Code

Hello my fabulous readers! I never really did an author's note on my first chapter so I'M DOING IT NOW WOO HOO XD So Hope ya like my story and READ UNTIL THE END OR I WILL SEND DALEKS TO EXTERMINATE YOU! X3

The TARDIS is still bucking, and Martha and Rachel are hanging on to the console. Martha asked the two Timelords, "But how do you travel in time? What makes it go?"

Rachel and the Doctor rolled their eyes. "Oh, let's take the fun and mystery out of everything. Martha, you don't want to know. It just does. Hold on tight." Rachel answered in her slurred Scottish accent.

The TARDIS comes to a halt, and Martha falls to the floor. She looked at the Doctor and asked, "Blimey. Do you have to pass a test to fly this thing?" The Doctor had a kind of guilty-pleasure look on his face and replied, "Yes, and I failed it. Now, make the most of it. I promised you one trip and one trip only. Outside this door, brave new world."

Martha asked, "Where are we?" Rachel smiled and replied, "Well let's take a look!" Rachel skipped over to the door.

The Doctor held out the door for her after Martha went outside and said, "After you." Rachel blushed and walked out the door, with a strand of hair in front of her face.

The Doctor noticed it and said, "Here let me get that for you." and pushed the hair behind her ear. She blushed a deeper red and replied, "Thanks." and perked up and look at Martha when she said, "Oh, you are kidding me. You are so kidding me. Oh, my God, we did it. We travelled in time. Where are we? No, sorry. I got to get used to this whole new language. When are we?"

The Doctor, instead of telling her where they were, he said, "Mind out." and pulled Rachel and Martha back as a man empties his slop bucket from an upstairs window. The man says, "Gardez l'eau!" Rachel stared in disgust at the slop in front of her, "EWW!"

The Doctor finally answered Martha's question, "Somewhere before the invention of the toilet. Sorry about that." Martha rolled her eyes and told him, "I've seen worse. I've worked the late night shift A+E. But are we safe? I mean, can we move around and stuff?"

The Doctor and Rachel looked at her confused, and then Rachel asked, "Of course we can. Why do you ask?"

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

"Tell you what then, don't step on any butterflies."

Then the Doctor added, "What have butterflies ever done to you?"

Martha thought about it, and then said, "What if, I don't know, what if I kill my grandfather?"

"Are you planning to?"

"No."

"Well then."

"And this is London?"

Rachel, giggled, and then replied, "I think so. Around about 1599."

Martha looked a bit scared and said, "Oh, but hold on. Am I all right? I'm not going to get carted off as a slave, am I?"

The Doctor asked her, "Why would they do that?"

"Not exactly white, in case you haven't noticed." and Martha gestured over to her own face.

Rachel answered, "We're not even human!" and gestured over to herself and the Doctor. The Doctor also added, "Just walk about like you own the place. Works for me. Besides, you'd be surprised. Elizabethan England, not so different from your time."

Rachel looked over to a man shoveling horse poop into a bucket and said, "Look over there. They've got recycling." while pointing to the scene.

"Water cooler moment," Rachel gestured over to two men talking at a water barrel, and hear one of them say, "…and the world will be consumed by flame!"

The Doctor finished the statement, "Global warming. Oh, yes, and entertainment. Popular entertainment for the masses. If I'm right, we're just down the river by Southwark, right next to-"

The Doctor gets Rachel and Martha to run along from the south end of old London Bridge, past St Mary Ovarie - Southwark Cathedral - to a view of.

The Doctor finishes his own sentence, "Oh, yes, the Globe Theatre! Brand new. Just opened. Through, strictly speaking, it's not a globe, it's a tetradecagon. Fourteen sides." Rachel said to Martha, "Containing the man himself." and smiled.

Martha asked, surprised, "Whoa, you don't mean, is Shakespeare in there?"

Rachel nodded and the Doctor said, "Oh yes,"

Martha asked Rachel, "Miss Parker, would you accompany the Doctor to the theatre?"

Rachel and the Doctor widened their eyes and said in unison, while blushing, "No!"

Martha laughed and said, "Too bad!" and pushed Rachel into the Doctor. They were both blushing really hard as they walked to the theatre.

Martha told them, "When I get home, I'll tell everyone I've seen Shakespeare, and then I could get sectioned!"

A few minutes later a performance has just finished, and the packed audience of about three thousand are applauding the actors. The Doctor, Rachel, and Martha have been watching with the rest of the ordinary folk in the pit. Martha tried to talk to the Doctor and Rachel by talking over the crowd, "That's amazing! Just amazing. It's worth putting up with the smell. And those are men dressed as women, yeah?"

Rachel laughed, "London never changes."

"Where's Shakespeare? I want to see Shakespeare. Author! Author! Do people shout that? Do they shout Author?"

Then they heard a man yell, "Author! Author!" Then the whole crowd take up the chant. The Doctor looked at the girls and said, "Well they do now!" Then Shakespeare comes onto the stage, very full of himself, to rapturous applause.

Martha looked at Shakespeare and says, "He's a bit different from his portraits."

The Doctor smiled and explained, "Genius. He's a genius. The genius. The most human human there's ever been. Now we're going to hear him speak. Always he chooses the best words. New, beautiful, brilliant words."

The applause died down as Shakespeare was about to speak, instead of wise words, he said, "Ah, shut your big fat mouths!" and an explode of laughter burst throughout the audience.

"Oh, well."

Rachel laughed, "You should never meet your heroes!"

Shakespeare spoke again, "You've got excellent taste, I'll give you that. Oh, that's a wig." and pointed to a man. "I know what you're all saying. Loves Labor's Lost, that's a funny ending, isn't it? It just stops. Will the boys get the girls? Well, don't get your hose in a tangle, you'll find out soon. Yeah, yeah. All in good time. You don't rush a genius."

Shakespeare suddenly goes rigid and blank. Then says, "When? Tomorrow night. The premiere of my brand new play. A sequel, no less, and I call it Loves Labor's Won!"

A short while later, everyone is filing out of the theatre. Martha spoke up, "I'm not an expert, but I've never heard of Loves Labor's Won!"

The Doctor explained, "Exactly. The lost play. It doesn't exist, only in rumors. It's mentioned in lists of his plays but never ever turns up. And no one knows why."

"Have you got a mini-disc or something? We can tape it. We can flog it. Sell it when we get home and make a mint."

Rachel looked at her, "Uh, no."

Martha thought about it, "That would be bad."

"Yeah, yeah."

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

The Doctor answered, "Well, I was just going to give you a quick little trip in the TARDIS, but I suppose we could stay a bit longer." and Rachel beamed.

A short while later, the Doctor burst into Shakespeare's room and said, "Hello! Excuse me, not interrupting, am I? Mister Shakespeare, isn't it?"

Shakespeare groaned, "Oh, no. No, no, no. Who let you in? No autographs. No, you can't have yourself sketched with me. And please don't ask where I get my ideas from. Thanks for the interest. Now be a good boy and shove." and spots Martha and Rachel.

Rachel noticed this and hid behind the Doctor grabbing on to the sleeve of his jacket. A second later Shakespeare said, "Hey, nonny nonny. Sit right down here next to me. You two get sewing on them costumes. Off you go."

A woman rolled her eyes and said, "Come on, lads. I think our William's found his new muses." and with that everyone left.

Shakespeare took a look at Martha, then at Rachel which made her grip tighter. The Doctor put an arm around her and rubbed her back.

Shakespeare finally said, "Sweet ladies. Such unusual clothes. So fitted. "

Martha looked flattered and said, "Uh, verily, forsooth, egads."

The Doctor looked weirded out and said to Martha, "No, no, don't do that. Don't." And the Doctor shows Shakespeare his psychic paper. The Doctor stated, "I'm Sir Doctor of TARDIS and these are my companions, Miss Rachel Parker and Miss Martha Jones."

Shakespeare laughed, "Interesting, that bit of paper. It's blank."

"Oh, that's very clever. That proves it. Absolute genius."

Martha took the paper and argued, "No, it says so right there. Sir Doctor, Martha Jones. It says so."

Shakespeare leaned towards Martha and argued back, "And I say it's blank."

The Doctor took back his paper and said, "Psychic paper. Uh, long story. Oh I hate starting from scratch!"

Shakespeare smiled and replied, "Psychic? Never heard that before and words are my trade. Who are you exactly? More's the point, who are your delicious blackamoor and creamy ladies?"

Rachel stared in horror at Shakespeare and buried her face in the Doctor's jacket, and the Doctor held her tighter. Martha had a sassy look on her face and said, "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."

"It's political correctness gone mad. Uh, Martha's from a far-off land. Freedonia."

Then a man in expensive clothes and wearing a gold chain of office enters. He is the official censor, from the Lord Chamberlain's office.

His name was Lynley, and he scolded, "Excuse me! Hold hard a moment. This is abominable behavior. A new play with no warning? I demand to see a script, Mister Shakespeare. As Master of the Revels, every new script must be registered at my office and examined by me before it can be performed."

Shakespeare looked pretty go-with-the-flow and said, "Tomorrow morning, first thing, I'll send it round."

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

"I can't."

"Then tomorrow's performance is cancelled."

Martha asked, "It's all go around here, isn't it?"

"I'm returning to my office for a banning order. If it's the last thing I do, Love's Labor's Won will never be played." Lynley leaves and goes down the stairs.

Martha sighed, "Well then, mystery solved. That's Love's Labor's won over and done with. Thought it might be something more, you know, more mysterious."

A man's scream comes from the street, then a woman's. The four rush out to investigate. Then a woman screams, "Help me!"

Lynley staggers back in, spewing copious amounts of water. Martha looked horrified and said, "It's that Lynley bloke."

The Doctor rushed to him and said, "What's wrong with him? Leave it to me I'm a doctor."

"So are we, near enough." and pulled Rachel and herself to where the Doctor is. Then Lynley collapses.

Martha explained to Lynley, "Got to get the heart going. Mister Lynley, come on. Can you hear me? You're going to be all right." Martha starts to clear Lynley's airways for CPR, and water gushes out. Martha looked horrified, "What the hell is that?"

Rachel looked at her and said, "I've never seen a death like it. His lungs are full of water. He drowned and then, I don't know, like a blow to the heart, an invisible blow."

The Doctor looked at the woman named Dolly, and said, "Good mistress, this poor fellow has died from a sudden imbalance of the humors. A natural if unfortunate demise. Call a constable and have him taken away."

Dolly replied, "Yes, sir."

A young woman named Lilith said to Dolly, "I'll do it, ma'am." and Lilith leaves, smiling

Martha asked the Doctor, "And why are you telling them that?"

The Doctor sighed, "This lot still have got one foot in the Dark Ages. If I tell them the truth, they'll panic and think it was witchcraft."

"Okay, what is it then?"

The Doctor and Rachel said in Unison, "Witchcraft."

They head back in Shakespeare's room and Dolly announces, "I got you a room, Sir Doctor. You, Miss Parker, and Miss Jones are just across the landing." and leaves.

Shakespeare sighs, "Poor Lynley. So many strange events. Not least of all, this land of Freedonia where a woman can be a doctor?"

Martha replied, "Where a woman can do what she likes."

"You, Sir Doctor. How can a man so young have eyes so old?"

The Doctor tensed up a bit and answered, "I do a lot of reading."

"And you Miss Parker, you seem to feel safe around this man but not be his partner. How so?"

Rachel tensed up and ran to the room the three were assigned, rushed to the bathroom, closed the door and locked it. She hears the conversation Martha and the Doctor are having.

Martha asks jokingly, "It's not exactly five star, is it?

The Doctor replied, "Oh, it'll do. I've seen worse."

"I haven't even got a toothbrush."

"Oh. Uh. Ah, here, contains Venusian spearmint."

"So, who's going where?"

"We'll manage, come on."

"So, magic and stuff. That's a surprise. It's all a little bit Harry Potter."

"Wait 'till you read book seven. Oh, I cried."

"But is it real, though? I mean witches, black magic and all that, it's real?"

"Of course it isn't!"

"Well, how am I supposed to know? I've only just started believing in time travel. Give me a break."

"Looks like witchcraft, but it isn't. Can't be. Are you going to stand there all night?"

"Budge up a bit, then. Sorry, there's not much room. Us two here, same bed. Tongues will wag."

"There's such a thing as psychic energy, but a human couldn't channel it like that. Not without a generator the size of Taunton and I think we'd have spotted that. No, there's something I'm missing, Martha. Something really close, staring me right in the face and I can't see it. Rose'd know. A friend of mine, Rose. Right now, she'd say exactly the right thing. Still, can't be helped. You're a novice, never mind. I'll take you back home tomorrow."

"Great."

When Rachel didn't hear anything she quietly came out of the bathroom. The Doctor was lying back-to-back with Martha on the bed, but he was still awake. On Martha's side there wasn't any space left. Rachel thought, Might as well sleep on the Doctor's side.

She went over to the Doctor's side and asked, "Can I come in? I'm pretty tired."

The Doctor nodded and made a bit of space, but not enough space that there was distance between them. So Rachel got in, and she was front-to-front with the Doctor, squished against him. They were both blushing very hard but the other didn't notice since Rachel's face was buried in the Doctor's jacket.

Rachel asked, "Doctor?"

The Doctor answered, "Yeah?"

"How am I a Timelord here but not in my parallel universe?"

"I don't know. This time, I really don't know."

"Okay, nighty night Doctor."

"Night."

The Doctor wrapped an arm around her and held her tightly, and Rachel cuddled against him and his scent lulled her to sleep.

A few hours later she heard an ear piercing shriek. The Doctor, Rachel, and Martha jump out of the bed and run to Shakespeare's room, and he's just waking up.

Shakespeare sleepily asked, "What? What was that?"

Dolly has collapsed. Rachel and Martha go to the window and see an archetypal witch on a broomstick silhouetted against the full moon.

The Doctor answered to Shakespeare, "Her heart gave out. She died of fright."

Rachel ran to the Doctor and tugged his sleeve and said, "Doctor."

"What did you see?"

"A witch."

Later, a cockerel crows and dogs start barking at the rising sun.

Shakespeare told them sadly, "Oh, sweet Dolly Bailey. She sat out three bouts of the plague in this place when we all ran like rats. But what could have scared her so? She had such enormous spirit."

The Doctor replied, "Rage, rage against the dying of the light."

"I might use that."

Rachel replied, "You can't. It's someone else's."

Martha explained, "But the thing is, Lynley drowned on dry land, Dolly died of fright, and they were both connected to you."

Shakespeare said, offended, "You're accusing me?"

"No, but I saw a witch, big as you like, flying, cackling away, and you've written about witches."

"I have? When was that?"

The Doctor told him, "Not, not quite yet."

"Peter Streete spoke of witches."

Martha asked, confused, "Who's Peter Streete?"

"Our builder. He sketched the plans to the globe."

Rachel realized something, "The architect. Hold on. The architect!"

The Doctor realized something too, and then said, "The architect! The Globe! Come on!"

And they all ran to the Globe Theatre.

The Doctor walked around and said, "The columns there, right? Fourteen sides. I've always wondered, but I never asked. Tell me, Will. Why fourteen sides?"

Shakespeare answered, "It was the shape Peter Streete thought best, that's all. Said it carried the sound well."

Rachel said, "Fourteen. Why does that ring a bell? Fourteen."

Martha suggested, "There's fourteen lines in a sonnet."

The Doctor said, "So there is. Good point. Words and shapes following the same design. Fourteen lines, fourteen sides, fourteen facets. Oh, my head. Tetradecagon. Think, think, think! Words, letters, numbers, lines!"

Shakespeare rolled his eyes and replied, "This is just a theatre."

"Oh yeah, but a theatre's magic, isn't it? You should know. Stand on this stage; say the right words with the right emphasis at the right time. Oh, you can make men weep, or cry with joy. Change them. You can change people's minds just with words in this place. But if you exaggerate that."

Rachel replied, "It's like the TARDIS. Small wooden box with all that power inside."

"Oh. Oh, Rachel Parker I like you. Tell you what, though. Peter Streete would know. Can I talk to him?"

Rachel blushed the deepest red in the world but covered it with her hair.

Shakespeare argued, "You won't get an answer. A month after finishing this place, lost his mind."

Martha asked, "Why? What happened?"

"Started raving about witches, hearing voices, babbling. His mind was addled."

The Doctor asked him, "Where is he now?"

"Bedlam."

Martha looked really confused, "What's Bedlam?"

"Bethlem Hospital. The madhouse."

The Doctor grabbed Rachel's hand and pulled her towards the direction he's going and said to all of them, "We're going to go there. Right now. Come on."

"Wait! I'm coming with you. I want to witness this at first hand."

Two young men enter and Shakespeare gives them a few sheets of paper and says, "Ralph, the last scene as promised. Copy it, hand it round, learn it, speak it. Back before curtain up. And remember, kid, project. Eyes and teeth. You never know, the Queen might turn up. As if. She never does."

They are walking in Southwark and Shakespeare asks Martha and Rachel, "So, tell me of Freedonia, where women can be doctors, writers, actors."

Martha simply said, "This country's ruled by a woman."

"Ah, she's royal. That's God's business. Though you ladies are royal beauties."

Rachel ran to the Doctor and swung her arms around him shuddering at the fact that Shakespeare was flirting with her. The Doctor wrapped an arm around her and held her tightly.

Martha rolled her eyes and replied, "Whoa, Nelly. I know for a fact you've got a wife in the country."

Shakespeare laughed, "But Martha, this is Town."

The Doctor rolled his eyes and told both of them, "Come on. We can all have a good flirt later."

"Is that a promise Doctor?"

Rachel told him, with sass, "Oh, fifty seven academics just punched the air. Now move!"

And they all ran to the Madhouse and Rachel was holding the Doctor's hand.

They arrived at the madhouse and the keeper asked, "Does my Lord Doctor wish some entertainment while he waits? I'd whip these madmen. They'll put on a good show for you. Mad dog in Bedlam."

The Doctor screamed, "No, I don't!" and seemed pretty mad. Rachel squeezed his hand and he calmed down.

"Well, wait here, my lords, while I make him decent for the ladies." The Keeper of the Hospital walks on down the corridor.

Martha looked annoyed, "So this is what you call a hospital, yeah? Where the patients are whipped to entertain the gentry? And you put your friend in here?"

Shakespeare sighed, "Oh, it's all so different in Freedonia."

Rachel got a bit mad and yelled, "But you're clever! Do you honestly think this place is any good?!"

The Doctor looked at her with eyes that said, Stop it, please, it'll make things worse if you keep going.

"I've been mad. I've lost my mind. Fear of this place set me right again. It serves its purpose."

Martha asked, "Mad in what way?"

Rachel told her, "He lost his son."

Shakespeare explained sadly, "My only boy. The Black Death took him. I wasn't even there."

Rachel hugged the Doctor tightly and said to Shakespeare, "I didn't know. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

"It made me question everything. The futility of this fleeting existence. To be or not to be. Oh, that's quite good."

The Doctor told him, "You should write that down."

"Maybe not. A bit pretentious?"

The keeper shouted to them, "This way, my lord!"

They arrive at Streete's cell and a hunched figure in rags has his back them. The Keeper told them, "They can be dangerous, my lord. Don't know their own strength."

Rachel sharply turned towards the keeper and looked at him with a soul piercing stare, and then said, "I think it helps if you don't whip them! Now get out!" The keeper was startled and leaved.

The Doctor asked, "Peter? Peter Streete?"

Shakespeare sighed, "He's the same as he was. You'll get nothing out of him."

"Peter?" The Doctor touches Streete's shoulder and Streete raises his head, staring.

The Doctor puts his fingers on Streete's temples. Ooh! It's mind meld time! Rachel thought. The Doctor explained, "Peter, I'm the Doctor. Go into the past. One year ago. Let your mind go back. Back to when everything was fine and shining. Everything that happened in this year since happened to somebody else. It was just a story. A Winter's Tale. Let go. That's it. That's it, just let go."

He lies Streete down on his cot, and Streete looked a bit startled. Rachel came over, touched his shoulder, and whispered, "Shhh, calm down." and surprisingly, it calmed him down.

"Tell me the story, Peter. Tell me about the witches."

Streete explained, "Witches spoke to Peter. In the night, they whispered. They whispered. Psst. Psst. Got Peter to build the Globe to their design. Their design! The fourteen walls. Always fourteen. When the work was done they snapped poor Peter's wits."

"Where did Peter see the witches? Where in the city? Peter, tell me. You've got to tell me where were they?"

"All Hallows Street."

A 'Witch' named Doomfinger suddenly came and said, "Too many words."

Martha screams, "What the hell?"

"Just one touch of the heart."

The Doctor yelled, "NO!"

Rachel ran over to the Doctor, hugged him tightly and buried her face into his jacket, she couldn't see anything but hear the ear piercing shriek of Peter Streete dying.

Shakespeare said almost happily, "Witch! I'm seeing a witch!"

Doomfinger asked, "Now, who would be next, hmm? Just one touch. Oh, oh, I'll stop your frantic hearts. Poor, fragile mortals."

Martha yelled, "Let us out! Let us out!"

The Doctor answered Martha, "That's not going to work. The whole building's shouting that."

Doomfinger asked again, "Who will die first, hmm?"

"Well, if you're looking for volunteers."

Martha told him, "No! Don't!"

Shakespeare asked, "Doctor can you stop her?"

Doomfinger asked, "No mortal has power over me."

Rachel looked at her and said, "Oh, but there's a power in words. If I can find the right one. If I can just know you."

"None on Earth has knowledge of us."

The Doctor answered, "Then it's a good thing I'm here. Now think, think, think. Humanoid female, uses shapes and words to channel energy. Ah! Fourteen! That's it! Fourteen! The fourteen stars of the Rexel planetary configuration! Creature, I name you Carrionite!"

Doomfinger screams and vanishes in a slow flash of light. Martha asked, "What did you do?"

" I named her. The power of a name. That's old magic."

"But there's no such thing as magic."

"Well, it's just a different sort of science. You lot, you chose mathematics. Given the right string of numbers, the right equation, you can split the atom. Carrionites use words instead."

Shakespeare asked, "Use them for what?"

Rachel answered, "The end of the world."

They got back to Shakespeare's room and the Doctor stated, "The Carrionites disappeared way back at the dawn of the universe. Nobody was sure if they were real or legend."'

Shakespeare answered, "Well, I'm going for real."

Martha asked, "But what do they want?"

The Doctor answered, "A new empire on Earth. A world of bones and blood and witchcraft."

"But how?"

"I'm looking at the man with the words."

Shakespeare said, "Me? But I've done nothing"

Martha asked Shakespeare, "Hold on, though. What were you doing last night, when that Carrionite was in the room?"

"Finishing the play."

Rachel asked him next, "What happens on the last page?"

"The boys get the girls. They have a bit of a dance. It's all as funny and thought provoking as usual. Except those last few lines. Funny thing is, I don't actually remember writing them."

The Doctor told him, "That's it. They used you. They gave you the final words like a spell, like a code. Love's Labors Won. It's a weapon. The right combination of words, spoken at the right place, with the shape of the Globe as an energy converter! The play's the thing! And yes, you can have that." Shakespeare seemed very happy about that.

The Doctor looks at a hopelessly inaccurate map, and points to one of the three marked streets. The Doctor explained, "All Hallows Street. There it is. Rachel, Martha, we'll track them down. Will, you get to the Globe. Whatever you do, stop that play."

Shakespeare answered, "I'll do it. All these years I've been the cleverest man around. Next to you, I know nothing."

Martha rolled her eyes, "Oh, don't complain."

"I'm not. It's marvelous. Good luck Doctor."

The Doctor replied, "Good luck, Shakespeare. Once more unto the breach."

"I like that. Wait a minute, that's one of mine!"

Rachel turned to him and said, "Oh, just shift!" while following the Doctor out the door.

They arrive at All Hallows Street and the Doctor says, "All Hallows Street, but which house?"

Martha asked, "The thing is, though am I missing something here? The world didn't end in 1599. It just didn't. Look at me. I'm living proof."

" Oh, how to explain the mechanics of the infinite temporal flux? I know. Back to the Future. It's like Back to the Future."

"The film?"

Rachel replied, "No, the novelization. Yes, the film. Marty McFly goes back and changes history."

"And he starts fading away. Oh my God, am I going to fade?"

The Doctor answered, "You and the entire future of the human race. It ends right now in 1599 if we don't stop it."

Rachel looked at him and asked, "What about me?"

"You'll just go back to your own parallel universe."

Rachel replied, choking on tears, "B-but I don't want to go." and she hugged the Doctor tightly and he hugged back and kissed her forehead.

"I know. But come on, which house is it?" A door creaks open invitingly. The Doctor said again, "Ah. Make that witch house."

They went inside the house and they see Lilith standing in the middle of the room. The Doctor said to Lilith, "I take it we're expected."

Lilith laughed, "Oh, I think Death has been waiting for you a very long time."

Martha told Rachel and the Doctor, "Right then, it's my turn. I know how to do this. I name thee Carrionite! What did I do wrong? Was it the finger?"

"The power of a name works only once. Observe. I gaze upon this bag of bones and now I name thee Martha Jones."

Martha falls backwards into Rachel and the Doctor's arms. Rachel asked Lilith a bit harshly, "What have you done?"

"Only sleeping, alas. It's curious. The name has less impact. She's somehow out of her time. And as for you, Rachel."

Rachel had a surge of pain, grabbed onto the Doctor and then it stopped immediately . Lilith laughed, "The name has more impact on her when not in contact with the man. But the name has only a little less impact. She is somehow out of her time and world yet it seems she belongs here. And as for you Sir Doctor." but nothing happened.

Lilith sarcastically acted surprised and said, "Fascinating. There is no name. Why would a man hide his title in such despair? Oh, but look. There's still one word with the power that aches."

The Doctor said to Lilith, "The naming won't work for me."

"But your heart grows cold. The north wind blows and carries down the distant Rose."

"Oh, big mistake. Because that name keeps me fighting. The Carrionites vanished. Where did you go?"

"The Eternals found the right word to banish us into deep darkness."

"And how did you escape?"

"New words. Glittering, from a mind like no other."

"Shakespeare."

"His son perished. The grief of a genius. Grief without measure. Madness enough to allow us entrance."

"How many of you?"

"Just the three. But the play tonight shall restore the rest. Then the human race will be purged as pestilence. And from this world we will lead the universe back into the old ways of blood and magic."

"Hmm. Busy schedule. But first you've got to get past me."

"Oh, that should be a pleasure, considering my enemy has such a handsome shape."

"Now, that's one form of magic that's definitely not going to work on me."

"Oh we'll see." and with that she plucked some hairs from his head.

"What did you do?"

"Souvenir."

Rachel told her, "Well give it back."

"Behold, Doctor. Men to Carrionites are nothing but puppets." Lilith wraps his hair round a wooden doll, while Martha wakes up slowly.

"Now, you might call that magic. I'd call that a DNA replication module."

"What use is your science now?" Lilith stabs the doll, The Doctor screams and falls. Lilith flies away.

Martha ran over to the Doctor and Rachel, "Oh my God, Doctor. Don't worry, I've got you. Hold on, mister. Two hearts?"

The Doctor told Martha, "You're making a habit of this. Ah! I've only got one heart working. How do you people cope? I've got to get the other one started. Hit me! Hit me on the chest!" Martha hit him on the chest.

The Doctor told Rachel, "Dah! Other side." Rachel hit him on the other side.

The Doctor added, "Now, on the back, on the back." Rachel hit him on the back, then the Doctor added again, "Left a bit." Rachel hit him again, then the Doctor stood up stretching and saying, "Dah, lovely. There we go. Badda booma! Well, what are you standing there for? Come on! The Globe!" and they ran out.

Rachel told the Doctor, "We're going the wrong way, dummy!"

The Doctor argued, "No we're not!"

The Doctor turned around and ran the other direction and said, "We're going the wrong way!"

They see a red glow hang over the Globe. Rachel screamed, "Stage door!"

A storm rages over the building. The audience panic and run, but the witches slam the doors shut to stop them. The Doctor, Rachel, and Martha arrive backstage and find Shakespeare waking up.

The Doctor looked at him with a 'WTF' face and said to him, "Stop the play. I think that was it. Yeah, I said, stop the play!"

Shakespeare complained, "I hit my head."

"Yeah, don't rub it, you'll go bald. I think that's my cue!"

The Carrionites exclaimed, "Now begins the millennium of blood!"

The Doctor runs out onto the stage, followed by Rachel, Martha, and Shakespeare.

Lilith spoke to the other two Carrionites, "The Doctor. He lives. Then watch this world become a blasted heath! They come. They come!" Lilith holds the crystal out into the red light and bat-like creatures fly into the theatre. They circle a bit then fly up into the sky.

The Doctor turned to Shakespeare, "Come on, Will! History needs you!"

Shakespeare asked, "But what can I do?"

"Reverse it!"

"How am I supposed to do that?"

"The shape of the Globe gives words power, but you're the wordsmith, the one true genius. The only man clever enough to do it."

"But what words? I have none ready!"

Rachel screamed at him, "You're William Shakespeare!"

"But these Carrionite phrases, the need such precision."

The Doctor explained to him, "Trust yourself. When you're locked away in your room, the words just come, don't they, like magic. Words of the right sound, the right shape, the right rhythm. Words that last forever. That's what you do, Will. You choose perfect words. Do it. Improvise."

"Close up this din of hateful, dire decay, decomposition of your witches' plot. You thieve my brains, consider me your toy. My doting Doctor tells me I am not!"

Lilith screamed, "No! Words of power!"

"Foul Carrionite specters, cease your show! Between the points-" and looks to the Doctor for help.

The Doctor tells him, "Seven six one three nine oh!"

"Seven six one three nine oh! Banished like a tinker's cuss, I say to thee-" Then he looks at Rachel for help.

Rachel tells him, "Expelliarmus!"

"Expelliarmus!"

The Doctor laughs, "Good old JK!"

The Carrionites scream and Lilith says, "The deep darkness! They are consumed!" The Carrionites are sucked into a tornado, along with all the extant pages of the play.

"Love's Labors Won. There it goes."

The sky clears with a flash and bang. After a few moments, someone starts clapping, then all the audience joins in.

Martha asked, "They think it was all special effects?"

Shakespeare replied, "Your effect is special indeed."

"It's not your best line."

Shakespeare and Martha take their bows. Meanwhile, the Doctor and Rachel go up to the now empty box and pick up the crystal. Lilith and her mothers are inside, scratching to get at him.

The next morning, they are at the Globe and Shakespeare is talking to Martha, and he says, "And I say, a heart for a hart and a dear for a deer."

Martha laughed, "I don't get it."

"Then give me a joke from Freedonia."

"Okay, Shakespeare walks into a pub and the landlord says, Oi mate, you're Bard."

"That's brilliant. Doesn't make sense, mind you, but never mind that. Now come here." Shakespeare puts his arm around Martha's waist and pulls her towards him.

"I've only just met you."

"The Doctor may never kiss you. Why not entertain a man who will?"

"I don't know how to tell you this, oh great genius, but your breath doesn't half stink."

Shakespeare is reaching for Rachel, but she runs to the Doctor and clings to him. The Doctor's wearing a small stiff ruff and carrying an animal skull. He looks at Rachel and says, "Good props store back there. I'm not sure about this though. Reminds me of a Sycorax. Don't you think?" And Rachel nods.

Shakespeare said to the Doctor, "Sycorax. Nice word. I'll have that off you as well."

"I should be on ten percent. How's your head?"

"Still aching."

"Here, I got you this." The Doctor takes off the ruff and puts it on Shakespeare. The Doctor explains, "Neck brace. Wear that for a few days till it's better, although you might want to keep it. It suits you."

Martha asked him, "What about the play?"

"Gone. I looked all over. Every single copy of Love's Labors Won went up in the sky."

Shakespeare added sadly, "My lost masterpiece."

Martha suggested, "You could write it up again."

The Doctor argued, "Yeah, better not, Will. There's still power in those words. Maybe it should best stay forgotten."

Shakespeare laughed, "Oh, but I've got new ideas. Perhaps it's time I wrote about fathers and sons, in memory of my boy, my precious Hamnet."

Martha looked at Shakespeare with a face that said 'Seriously?' and she asked, "Hamnet?"

"That's him."

"Hamnet?"

"What's wrong with that?"

The Doctor rolled his eyes and said, "Anyway, time we were off. I've got a nice attic in the TARDIS where this lot can scream for all eternity, and I've got to take Martha back to Freedonia."

"You mean travel on through time and space."

Rachel looked surprised and said, "You what?"

"You and Rachel are from another world like the Carrionites, and Martha is from the future. It's not hard to work out."

The Doctor smiled, "That's incredible. You are incredible."

"We're alike in many ways, Doctor. Martha, let me say goodbye to you in a new verse. A sonnet for my Dark Lady. Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate."

The two young men from before run in, the younger one screams, "Will!" The older one screams after that, "Will, you'll never believe it. She's here! She's turned up!"

Martha asked, "Who?"

The younger man replied, "Her Majesty. She's here."

Fanfare and the elderly Elizabeth enters with two pikemen. The Doctor smiles, "Queen Elizabeth the First!"

The queen spoke, "Doctor? Rachel?"

The Doctor and Rachel said in unison, "What?"

"My sworn enemies."

In unison again, "what?"

"Off with their heads!"

In unison AGAIN, "WHAT?!"

Martha screamed, "Never mind what, just run! See you, Will, and thanks."

The queen ordered, "Stop that pernicious Doctor."

Shakespeare laughs as the pikemen chase the Doctor and Martha out and into the streets of Southwark.

They are still running and they are at Southwark. The pikemen say, "Stop in the name of the queen!"

Martha asked, "What have you two done to upset her?"

The Doctor answers, "How should we know? Haven't even met her yet. That's time travel for you. Still, can't wait to find out." They get to the TARDIS and he lets Martha and Rachel in. Martha goes in first but then Rachel says, "That's something to look forward to. Ooo! "

Rachel pulls the Doctor inside the TARDIS and shuts the door as they hear an arrow thud into the door.

Hello my readers! I know this is very much like another story if you have read it. But I want to see more of these kids of stories and I said, 'Hey why not do one of my own?' and BAM here it is! Also I'm gonna do a fanfic of like in the real world with the SHOW not the real thing. Like a real thing like with Matt Smith, Arthur Darvill, Karen Gillan, James Corden, etc.! YOU KNOW WHAT

SCREW IT

IT'S 10:44 PM AND I HAVE SCHOOL TOMORROW

I'M GONNA START ON THE FANFIC I JUST TALKED ABOUT RIGHT NOW SO UNTIL NEXT TIME! BYE! :D