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Brief Recap: Artimes landed in Elizabethan London and spent some quality time with a certain genius British playwright that just loved to flirt with her.

Now on with the show!

Chapter Thirty Eight: Birth of the Globe

It had been almost two years since the crimson haired time/space jumper had arrived in Elizabethan London and it was also the first time that she hadn't seen a certain genius playwright for several days. Normally when Will left for an extended period of time, he would get Dolly or one of the stage hands, Dick or Kempe, to check up on her or spend time with her so she wouldn't feel lonely. Seeing how this had not happened, she was starting to get very worried about her friend.

She double checked her calendar, realizing that it was almost mid August of the year fifteen ninety six. That seemed to ring a bell in her mind. Something about this period of time was important in regards to Will's personal time line, but what was it exactly? Curse her for not reading up more and doing more extensive research into Shakespeare and the Globe theatre, which had yet to be built.

The ginger slipped out of her room and meandered down the hallway to the playwright's room. She opened the door as quietly as she could, not wanting to disturb him if he was sleeping or in the middle of writing. Her eyes widened as she caught sight of her dear friend, sitting behind his desk with eyes so full of grief and crying silently.

She had never seen Will so torn up before and it honestly hurt her to see him like this. She did the only thing she could think of and that was to fully enter the room, closing the door behind her. She crossed over to him and touched his shoulder gently. He looked up at her, his eyes swirling with loss and intense sorrow.

"My son." He whispered and she immediately understood what was happening.

August eleventh of the year fifteen ninety six was the day that Will's son, Hamnet, had died and been buried. The Black Death had spirited away the playwright's only child and Artimes couldn't begin to understand what that felt like, but she knew she had to do something to help her friend. She sat down on his lap and held him close, bringing his head to rest on her chest. He instantly wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly, his tears never stopping.

"I'm here, Will. Your angel is here. Don't hold it in, don't hold back…just let it come, release it." She whispered her fingers brushing through his hair in a soothing manner.

They stayed that for many hours, the crimson haired woman comforting the playwright as he cried out his sorrow and loss. It was a grief without a measure and the Carrionites would use it to the escape their banishment, but none of that mattered in this single instance of time. All that mattered was the broken man clinging so fiercely to his beloved angel.

It had taken the genius playwright several months to get back to his usual flirtatious ways and his friendship with the time/space jumper had deepened a great deal. It was now almost a year and a half after that day that Will was approached by Cuthbert and Richard Burbage to see if he wanted to buy a share in the new theatre they were building, designed by Peter Streete.

The genius playwright was initially uncertain about the proposal because it would require a great deal of money and was quite the gamble in his eyes. He asked Artimes what her thoughts were for such a venture and she convinced him that it was the right call to make. She even put up half the money for the share, she was that adamant about it.

Shortly after the shares had been bought, construction for the Globe theatre began and she and Will watched as it was slowly built over time. During that time, their friendship deepened once again and she never left his side. The crimson haired time/space jumper spent many a day at the Curtain playhouse, watching the genius playwright perform or seeing his plays being performed by the other actors of The King's Men troupe, formerly known as the Chamberlain's.

During rehearsals and after hours, Artimes and Will would act out his plays together, many of the other actors would join in or become a very willing and attentive audience. After much deliberation, The King's Men troupe eventually made the time/space jumper an honorary member of their thespian group and she even starred in minor roles of their mainstream plays, on the down low of course since women were not normally permitted to perform on stage.

The genius playwright, often times, had to spirit the ginger haired beauty away from his fellow thespians because they were all rather taken with her. In their eyes, she was completely and utterly unique and very alluring with her passion and love for the theatrical arts. One member had gone too far and attempted to take the ginger against her will, but Will had seen to his dismissal from the troupe and to his incarceration.

Artimes and Will spent many hours in London Town and the playwright would show her around, pointing out interesting facts and information. He also had a habit of taking her to special restaurants, attempting to expand her culinary pallet. One of their favorite pass times was to walk along the Thames, observing and deducting the many people milling about. The ginger was particularly favorable to the times when the genius playwright would teach her how to dance and in such a wide variety of styles and fashions too.

Will loved making her smile and laugh. He loved his wife, of course, but he loved his crimson haired angel a great deal more. He knew there would come a time that his beloved angel would leave. He had long since worked that out, but he was going to cherish every last moment he had with his beautiful angelic maiden. He certainly did hope that he fiancé could one day see how truly incredible and remarkable the ginger haired woman was and come to appreciate her wonderful and kind heart.

Another year passed and soon the fated year was upon her, fifteen ninety nine. This would be the year that the Doctor would turn up and she would have to say goodbye to her amazing and kind William. He had made these last few years some of the best in her life and she would forever treasure her time with the genius playwright. She had learned so much about herself in the last five years by being with him for so long. She finally understood why she had landed so early in this time period.

The time/space jumper needed to be with Will to truly comprehend just how brilliant she was in her own right. She needed to see that she was incredibly clever, highly creative, and had an imagination that a certain playwright deemed as greater than his own. Spending so much time with The King's Men troupe had revealed not only her severe lack of self-confidence, but her highly disturbing lack of self-worth. Through her experiences with the genius playwright and his troupe, she had discovered a new boldness to herself. In modern terms, she had found her swagger or her mojo as some would call it.

During her travels with a certain Timelord, she had lost sight of one of the many things that made her who she was; the ability to enjoy a single moment of time to its absolute fullest. Will had helped her remember that and so much more. She would admit it to herself…there was a small part of her that had fallen head over heels in love with the genius playwright, but they had both come to the same conclusion that it was something that could never be and they were both alright with that.

Once it had hit fifteen ninety nine, Artimes had packed away all of her things into her messenger bag, constantly going back through the room to make certain she had everything. She never knew when it would be her last day in this time period and she didn't want to leave anything behind. Upon the Globe's completion, she was granted her own private box at Will's insistence considering he believed her to be a co holder of the share she had helped him purchase and day after day, she watched as countless plays were being performed.

The ginger haired woman observed the Carrionite known as Lilith quite often; both at the Globe and at a distance in the Elephant Inn. The time/space jumper loathed how the witch always looked so gleeful and wicked every time she would gaze at the genius playwright. Artimes made a vow to herself that she would make absolutely certain that their plans would end in failure and stop them from using her Will like a puppet.

It was the night before Loves Labour's Lost was meant to be performed for the first time in the Globe. Artimes and Will were having dinner with one another, something that had been occurring every night since Hamnet's death, but the genius playwright could tell something was wrong. His beloved angel seemed so sad, but at the same time, bubbling with anticipation and excitement. It soon clicked in his mind that the time was nearing for him to have to say goodbye to the crimson haired woman that had stolen his heart so completely.

"There is no need for such sadness, my angel." Will stated making her look up at him quickly, "We will see each other again. I have no doubt that your soon-to-be husband would not deny you anything you request, so I will be expecting many a visit from my beloved angel."

The ginger smiled at that, her eyes becoming bright and happy once again. The sadness was still there but it was not nearly as pronounced as it was before.

"I will visit as often as I can, dear Will. Someone has to keep that ego of yours reigned in." The time/space jumper teased a smirk on her lips.

The playwright chuckled heartily, enjoying his angel's playful banter as always.

"An epic task of ever-increasing difficulty, but there is no challenge you will not overcome, my beloved angel. You are far too stubborn to admit defeat." He replied lifting his goblet and sipping the wine appreciatively.

"I have to be this stubborn to keep my fiancé from doing something he shouldn't and to keep you from bedding every woman in London Town." She countered her smirk widening a bit.

"I only bed so many women because my beloved angel will not allow to sample her forbidden fruit and savor the taste of her divine splendor." He charmed giving her a seductive smile.

The time/space jumper, having spent years with the flirt that was Will, simply shrugged off his flamboyant charm and his attempt to romance her into his bed.

"As I have said before, you handsome fool, I will not succumb to your wily ways and flowery words. Let thy actions speak for thee instead of thy over abundant lips that have stolen kisses from far too many innocent beauties." She replied her sapphire orbs dancing with a wicked amusement.

The genius playwright was going to miss his beloved angel dearly. No other could match his creative mind and quick wit like she could. His life was going to be a much darker and lonelier place without his angelic maiden.

Lady A: There you have it! Chapter Thirty Eight: Birth of the Globe is over and done with! Yes, yes, I know. You're wondering when the Doctor is going to show up. Well, don't get your hose in a tangle, he'll be in the next chapter, I promise. Now leave tons and tons of reviews and be on the lookout for Chapter Thirty Nine: The Right Question! Stay Tuned!

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Artimes walked into the playwright's room and took notice of the Carrionite known as Lilith looming over her sleeping friend.

"Get away from him!" The ginger ordered her eyes fierce.

The young witch hissed at the time/space jumper, not very happy at being discovered by another. Lilith gazed at the ginger a moment before a flash of fear flitted across her eyes.

"To seek battle with you would not aid my plight, so for now, I shall avoid this fight." Lilith stated flicking her wrist.

Artimes screamed as she was flung into the back wall, slumping to the floor out cold.

Lady A: Oh ho! What did Lilith see when she looked at our favorite time/space jumper? Something obviously scared that witch enough to send her running, but what was it? You'll just have to wait and see, now won't you? *smiles a wicked smile* See you there, dearies. *disappears in a cloud of blue smoke*