Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who, but I do own Charlene (The Protector) and any other characters I make up!
Author's Note: Since I haven't been updating, I decided to give you a sneak peek to show you what I'm working on and to tell you something...
My best friend, RippahGoneWolf, is writing a fanfic featuring her OC character and her OC is being inserted into this fanfic to give her own little twist on it ;) So check it out, its called Crimson. Leave reviews and tell her what you think about it! :D Enjoy the sneak peek! :D
"Sweet lady," he said to her as she sat down in the chair next to him. "Such unusual clothes. So … fitted."
"Um, verity, forsooth, egads."
Charlene made a face while the Doctor gave Martha a pointed look. "No, no, don't do that. Don't." He pulled out the physhic paper and opened it up before holding it out towards Shakesphere, "I'm Sir Doctor of TARDIS and this is my lovely fiancé, Charlene, and our companion, Miss Martha Jones."
"Interesting that bit of paper," Shakesphere said, staring at it blankly. "It's blank."
The Doctor, despite the fact not liking the way Shakesphere had been looking at Charlene, couldn't help but be impressed. "Oh, that's… very clever. That proves it. Absolute genius."
Martha peered at the paper, "No, it says so right there." She pointed at the paper, "Sir Doctor, Martha Jones, fiancé Charlene. It says so."
"And I say it's blank," Shakesphere retorted.
"Physhic paper," The Doctor went to explain to Martha, but then stopped. "Long story." Martha scowled at him slightly but he pretended not to notice. "Oh, I hate starting from scratch." He put the physhic paper away.
"Physhic," Shakesphere repeated. "Never heard that before and words are my trade. Who are you exactly? More to the point, who is your blackamoor lady?" He gave a flirty smile to Martha but she only gaped at him as the Doctor winced, sharing a look with Charlene.
"What did you say?" Martha asked, clearly thinking she heard wrong.
"Oops. Isn't that a word we use now-a-days? An Ethiop girl? A swarth? A Queen of Afric."
Martha shook her head in disbelief, "I can't believe I'm hearing this."
"It's political madness gone wrong," The Doctor said. "Um, Martha's from a far-off land. Freedonia."
"Really?" Charlene whispered in his ear amused and he just shrugged.
"Excuse me!"
They all turned towards the door where a rather large man stood. He looked angry and his anger seemed to be directed towards Shakesphere.
"Hold hard a moment. This is abominable 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 preformed."
Shakesphere rubbed his eyes tiredly, "Tomorrow first thing. I'll send it round."
"I don't work to your schedule, you work to mine! The script now!" The man's face was beat red by now, earning a quiet snort from Charlene and the Doctor hid a smile.
"I can't," Shakesphere told him.
"Then tomorrow's performance is canceled."
"It's all go, 'round here, isn't it?" Martha commented.
"Apparently," Charlene said, nodding in agreement.
"I'm returning to my office for a banning order. If it's the last thing I do, 'Love's Labours Won will never be played!" The man stormed off.
"Well, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning," Charlene said sarcastically, earning a chuckle from Shakesphere and she winked at him cheekily before leaning forward with a grin, "So William." The Doctor knew that she had purposely purred his name out from the way she glanced over at him with that sexy little smirk of hers. Oh she was going to pay for that later. "This play of yours … what's it about?"
"Oh that I can't tell you, my dear, you'll have to see for yourself." Shakesphere leaned forward, grinning.
"No worries there, I will," Charlene said, fluttering her eyelashes.
The Doctor glowered as he tugged his Charlene in his lap, glaring at Shakesphere, who leaned back in his chair, chuckling.
Charlene patted the Doctor on the cheek. "Calm down, love. I'm only playing around."
"You think you're so clever," he whispered in her ear and she shivered as she turned her head to whisper back cheekily, her lips practically pressing against his.
"I know I am."
"So!" Martha exclaimed loudly and they looked at her. "How about we have drinks?"
Shakesphere grinned. "I'll drink to that."
