Emma goes on her first official trip on the Tardis. And she'll be more then a little excited to meet William Shakespeare!!.

"But how do you travel in time?. What makes it go?."

"And why is it so damn...rough?," I asked loudly, trying to hold onto the nearest thing I could get my hands on which happens to be the main control station of the Tardis, the ship rocking around like crazy, making me feel more then a little nauseous having always gotten travel sick in the past back home especially on water which is kind of what this feels like.

"Oh, let's take the fun and the mystery out of everything. Martha, Emma, you don't want to know. It just is and it does. Hold on tight!," the Doctor shouted, busy working the still mysterious controls, choosing to throw his foot up onto the console making me smirk slightly, unable to stop myself.

And me and Martha both end up on the floor on both our arses, my hand moving to cover my mouth, swallowing a giggle, trying to disguise it as a cough, feeling a little less nauseous, getting up onto my feet, swaying a little again feeling like I was on a very rockety boat on the ocean.

"Blimey!. Do you have to pass a test to fly this thing?," Martha asked, getting helped up by my hand grasping hers, looking just as shakey as I am.

"Yes, and I failed. Now, make the most of it. I promised you both one trip and one trip only. Outside this door...brave new world," he said, moving to the doors to the Tardis, standing with his back to them, looking at us.

"Where are we?."

"When are we?," I grinned, walking over to him fast, unable to make my grin drop, feeling that rush of adrenalin course through my veins, butterflies replacing the waves in my stomach.

"Take a look. After you."

My grin only widens the moment I step through those doors, looking out at a strange and unfamiliar place, proving what I already know, that it had worked and we were suddenly someplace completely different to 21st century London and definitely nothing like my own universe.

"Wow," I whispered, my eyes widening knowing I probably look like a deer caught in headlights or a gaping fish, staring out at the sight before me, loads of people milling about dressed very, very differently to the three of us.

I was always a lover of history particularly medieval times and the reign of the Tudors especially Queen Elizabeth I and obviously her father, Henry VIII. From how the people were dressed and the style of the buildings, it looks to be around the 16th Century meaning we'd travelled back about 500 years. And it's both terrifying and wonderful.

"Oh, you're kidding me. You're so kidding me. Oh, my God, we did it!. We travelled in time!. Where are we?. No, sorry. Got to get used to this whole new language. When are we?," Martha asked.

"Mind out," the Doctor said, pulling me and Martha back, just missing a bucket of something being thrown out of a window making me screw my nose up, knowing it was probably somebody's waste products, toilets obviously not being a thing in Tudor England.

"Somewhere before the invention of the toilet. Sorry about that."

"I've seen worse. I worked the late-night shift, AE. But are we safe?. I mean, can we move around and stuff?."

"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."

"Best try to avoid any butterflies then, Martha," I snorted, patting her shoulder.

"Anyway, what have butterflies ever done to you?," the Doctor asked, starting to walk, me and Martha following him.

"What if...I don't know. What if I kill my grandfather?," Martha asked.

"Are you planning to?."

"No."

"Well, then."

"And this is London?," I asked, my eyes darting around me, still taking in everything laid out before me.

"Think so. Round about, um, ooh, 1599."

"Oh, but hold on. Am I all right?. I'm not gonna get carted off as a slave, am I?," Martha asked, making me look at her, automatically feeling a little concerned.

"Why would they do that?."

"Not exactly white, in case you haven't noticed."

"I'm not even human. Just walk about like you own the place. Works for me. Besides, you'd be surprised. Elizabethan England, not so different from your time. Look over there. They've got recycling. A water cooler moment. And Global warming. Oh, yes, and entertainment. Popular entertainment for the masses. If I'm right, we're just down the river by Southwark."

"Southwark?. So that means...?," I asked, starting to grin, feeling my hand get grabbed in the Doctor's, getting pulled along with him, starting to run.

"Oh, yes!. The Globe Theatre."

"Wow, it's beautiful," I whispered, staring up at it, it looking brand new, like it's only been erected a few months.

"Brand new, just opened. Though, strictly speaking..."

"It's not a globe. It's actually a tetradecagon, 14 sides. What?. I love history," I shrugged, finding I'm being stared at by two pairs of eyes, feeling my face burn a little.

"Containing...the man himself."

"Whoa, you don't mean...Shakespeare?. THE Shakespeare?."

"Shakespeare's in there?," Martha asked.

"Oh, yes. Miss Jones, Miss West, will you both accompany me to the theatre?," the Doctor asked, offering his arms to us.

"Mr Smith, I will," Martha smiled.

"I'd be honoured, sir," I grinned, slipping my arm through his, Martha taking his other one, the three of us starting to make our way to the theatre.

"When you get home, you can tell everyone you've seen Shakespeare."

"Then we could get sectioned."

-x-

The inside of the Globe Theatre is even more beautiful then the outside, it being packed with people who are all applauding the cast on the quite large stage, them all bowing. My whole life, I've wanted to see an actual Shakespeare play performed live having always loved his work; the language, the tragedy, the comedy and the characters he so brilliantly created.

Being finally able to do so is even better then I fantasised it would be, us watching one in the actual time of William Shakespeare, one of the true geniuses who ever lived. And to know he's actually here, in this theatre right now is the cherry on a very large cake.

"This is freaking amazing," I shouted, grinning wildly, applauding just as hard as everyone else is.

"It's worth putting up with the smell. And those are men dressed as women, yeah?," Martha asked.

"London never changes," the Doctor said, making me snort.

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

"Looks like they do now!. AUTHOR!," I shouted, joining in with everybody else.

I automatically clap louder the second I see the man who is obviously Shakespeare walk onto the stage, finding he looks a lot younger then what I was expecting. He also looks absolutely nothing like I always imagined, his face quite handsome. But his eyes are what I would call clever eyes, something I've always picked up in people for some reason.

"He's a bit different to his portraits," Martha said.

"He's an absolute genius," I beamed.

"He's the genius. The most human human there's ever been. Now, we're gonna hear him speak. Always, he chooses the best words. New, beautiful, brilliant words," the Doctor said, making me glance at him briefly.

"OH, SHUT YOUR BIG FAT MOUTHS!."

"Oh, well."

"You should never meet your heroes," Martha muttered.

"You've got excellent taste, I'll give you that. Oh, that's a wig!. I know what you're all saying, "Love's labours 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. When?. Tomorrow night. The premier of my new play, a sequel, no less. And I call it Love's labours won."

"Oh, this isn't good," I muttered under my breath, knowing there was no such play as Love's labours won, it being the lost play.

Something very bad is beginning to brew and it involves Shakespeare.

bored411- The Doctor will discover the truth about her predicament pretty soon. As for Martha, she just had a feeling as to where Emma had gone.

savethemadscientist- I am actually planning on doing that. Obviously, the Face of Boe's final message is very important so it will be something that pops up a few times before Utopia.

I am especially excited to write Emma's interactions with Captain Jack as I'm a pretty big fan of that character and John Barrowman.

Until the next time!!.