Tyra was leaning against the console next to the Doctor, Martha hanging on for dear life. After almost two years on the Tardis, she had gotten used to the bucking and the shaking for the most part. It had been a bit harsher when they took off but now the Tardis had somewhat stabilized. Enough for Tyra not to need any support in any case.

Martha looked at the Doctor "But how do you travel in time? What makes it go?"

"Oh, let's take the fun and mystery out of everything," the Doctor sighed in annoyance "Martha, you don't want to know. It just does. Hold on tight." The Tardis came to a halt and Martha fell to the ground, while Tyra just wobbled dangerously.

"Blimey," she gasped "Do you have to pass a test to fly this thing?"

The Doctor nodded "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."

Tyra grinned excitedly "You're kidding. Are we really seeing him?" The Doctor had just quoted Shakespeare's Tempest. She had been on his case for ages to go see the Bard since she had been locked in a coffin during those years. Now he finally brought her here. Now, the only thing that was missing was Barcelona.

"Yup," he smiled and Tyra threw her arms around him happily.

"Where are we?" Martha questioned confused.

The Doctor gestured to the doors "Take a look. After you."

"Oh, you are kidding me," Martha exclaimed, head whipping from side to side to take everything in as best as she could "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 quickly pulled her back, shielding Tyra at the same time "Mind out."

A man emptied his slop bucket from an upstairs window "Gardez l'eau."

"Somewhere before the invention of the toilet," the Doctor sighed "Sorry about that."

Tyra held up her hands "Don't look at me. I've lived through this. It's nothing I'm not used to."

Martha shrugged "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?"

"Of course, we can. Why would you ask that?"

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

The Doctor stopped, blinking at her weirdly "Tell you what then, don't step on any butterflies. What have butterflies ever done to you?"

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

Tyra coughed into her hand, trying desperately to hide her amusement. The Doctor looked down at Tyra with a smile before turning back to Martha "Are you planning to?"

"No?" Martha murmured.

The Doctor shrugged "Well, then."

"And this is London?" she questioned.

"I think so," the Doctor nodded "Round about 1599. Come on."

The three of them ran along from the south end of old London Bridge past what would become Southwark Cathedral. That gave them the perfect view of the… Tyra's head whipped to face the Doctor "You made it. You actually got the right year." She bounced on the balls of her feet for a moment "I really want to see Shakespeare… Was in a coffin," she mumbled under her breath.

"Oh, yes," the Doctor grinned, holding out his arm to Tyra "Miss Mikaelson, Miss Jones, will you accompany me to the theatre?"

"Mister Smith, I will," Martha proclaimed, while Tyra just took his arm with a smile.

They walked over to the Globe Theatre "When you get home, you can tell everyone you've seen Shakespeare."

"Then I could get sanctioned," Martha pointed out sarcastically.


About an hour or so later, the performance had just finished and the audience was applauding the actors. Tyra was standing in front of the Doctor, while they watched the play from the pit like everyone else "That's amazing," Martha smiled "Just amazing. It's worth putting up with the smell. And those are men dressed as women, yeah?"

"London never changes," the Doctor grinned, looking down at Tyra who just shrugged.

Martha looked over the heads of the crowd "Where's Shakespeare? I want to see Shakespeare. Author! Author!" She stopped and turned to the Doctor and Tyra sheepishly "Do people shout that? Do they shout Author?"

"Author! Author," a man started and soon the crowd were all shouting for Shakespeare.

Tyra snorted "Well, now they do."

The Bard himself jumped out from behind the door to rapturous applause. Martha blinked in surprise "He's a bit different from his portraits."

"Genius," the Doctor shook his head "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."

"Ah, shut your big fat mouths," Shakespeare shouted at that moment.

The Doctor's shoulders slumped "Oh, well." Tyra laughed at his face, patting his shoulder reassuringly. For some reason, it didn't surprise her that Shakespeare would go for comedy over deep meaning. In his words right now, that was.

"You should never meet your heroes," Martha pointed out with a grin.

"You've got excellent taste," the Bard nodded "I'll give you that. Oh, that's a wig." He pointed at a person in the front of the crowd "I know what you're all saying. Loves Labour'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." Suddenly, the man went rigid and his face blanked "When? Tomorrow night. The première of my brand-new play. A sequel, no less, and I call it Loves Labour's Won."

Tyra inhaled sharply and turned to look up at the Doctor "Loves Labour's Won… That's the lost play, Doctor. I have a bad feeling about this."

"So do I, Ty. So do I," he murmured and herded Martha and her out of the theatre.

"I'm not an expert," Martha pointed out when they were almost back on the street "But I've never heard of Loves Labour's Won."

The Doctor sighed, running a hand through his unruly hair "Exactly. The lost play. It doesn't exist, only in rumours. It's mentioned in lists of his plays but never ever turns up. And no one knows why."

"Haven't you got a mini-disc or something? We can tape it," Martha remarked "We can flog it. Sell it when we get home and make a mint." The Doctor glared at her silently, making Martha cringe "That would be bad."

The Doctor nodded "Yeah."

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

Tyra looked back at the Globe "No one knows. Can we stay? This is something I'd really love to see."

The Doctor debated for a moment "Well, I was just going to give Martha a quick little trip in the Tardis but I suppose we could stay a bit longer."

"Yes," Tyra cheered, grabbing the Doctor's hand "Come on."

"Well, you seem happy," the Doctor murmured.

She raised one shoulder in a shrug "I always am when we go somewhere I haven't been yet. I love seeing what I missed in the past."

Martha frowned in confusion "What are you talking about? 'What you missed'?"

"It doesn't matter," Tyra waved off, stopping in front of the Elephant when the Doctor pulled at her hand "He's in there?"

"Yup." He pulled us into the tavern and up the stairs when Tyra pointed out that Shakespeare was in one of the rooms upstairs "Hello," he grinned, peaking into the doorway "Excuse me, not interrupting, am I? Mister Shakespeare, isn't it?"

Shakespeare groaned "Oh, no. No, no, no. Who let you in? No autographs," he rambled "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…" He stopped when his gaze fell on Martha and Tyra's partially hidden form "Hey, nonny nonny. Sit right down here next to me."

It was only when the Doctor moved that Tyra noticed a familiar figure sitting between Shakespeare and one of his actors "Kol?" she breathed, staring at her brother with wide eyes. She hadn't even known that her brother was awake or met Shakespeare. She always thought that he was daggered as well. Apparently, she had been wrong.

His head snapped to her "Ty?"

"Kol," Tyra smiled, rushing over to him. He caught her easily and pulled her into a crushing hug "Missed you," she breathed into his ear.

When he let her go, Tyra saw that they held the room's attention. The actors and the two women from before were gone, leaving only Shakespeare, the Doctor, Martha, Kol and Tyra "How do you know someone from 1599," Martha frowned, staring at Tyra weirdly.

Tyra bit her lip "Er… Does it matter?"

"Ashamed of me, darling sister?" Kol teased, his arms still wrapped around her shoulders from behind.

Tyra smirked, leaning her head against his chest to look up at him – or rather at his chin "Well, one can hardly be proud of you, brother dearest."

"Good to see you're still as cheeky as ever," he laughed, ruffling her hair "When did Nik let you go?"

Her smirk fell as she glanced at the Doctor nervously "That… is a long story. Can I – Can I tell him?" The last part was aimed at the Doctor.

The Doctor nodded "Sure. If that's what you want."

"Tell me what?" Kol frowned "Who is that and why are you with him?"

"Can we talk in private?" Tyra asked in their mother tongue. It had been a long time since she had last spoken it but it felt nice. When she was travelling with Kol a few centuries ago, they had spoken it often. It was something that reminded them of where they came from, of when they were Human. The two of them were the only two of all their siblings to still speak it occasionally. The others had long since decided to forget their roots.

Kol stared at Tyra for a moment "Alright. But you'll tell me?"

"I promise. No matter how complicated it actually is."

Kol lead her to a room across from the one Shakespeare was in and closed the door behind him "So? How did you get away from Nik?"

"That's when it gets complicated." Tyra shifted around on the bed in Kol's room "Technically, I'm still in a coffin somewhere…" At her brother's confused look, she shrugged "The man you just met – the Doctor – he… I met him in 2005."

"What?"

"See? Complicated," Tyra winced, scratching the back of her head "It's… The Doctor is an alien and he has this machine called the Tardis. It allows us to go anywhere, anytime."

Kol raised an eyebrow at her in disbelief "Are you serious?"

"Look, I know you don't believe me but you've seen my clothes and you've seen Martha's… Just listen to the Doctor's heartbeat. He has two hearts," she trailed off, not sure if there was anything else she could say to convince him. Hell, if she hadn't been there, she probably wouldn't believe it either "You know what? Just… forget about…"

Tyra was cut off by a man's scream from the street, quickly followed by a moment "Help me."

"Really? Again?" she rolled her eyes, running out of the room with Kol following closely behind her "I swear, we can barely go a day without anything happening…" In the courtyard, a man was staggering around, spewing huge amounts of water as Tyra joined Martha and the Doctor "Who is that?"

"It's that Lynley bloke," Martha murmured, staring at the man in horror.

Tyra tilted her head "And who is that Lynley bloke?"

"He's the official censor," Kol murmured into her ear "Every new script goes through him."

The Doctor frowned "What's wrong with him? Leave it to me. I'm a doctor."

He ran forward with Martha hot on his heels "So am I, near enough." As suddenly as this had all begun, it stopped and Lynley collapsed "Got to get the heart going. Mister Lynley, come on. Can you hear me? You're going to be alright." Martha started to clear the dead man's airways, only to get water gushing out.

"Correct me if I'm wrong," Kol whispered into her ear "But that looked suspiciously like magic."

Tyra ran a hand through her hair "On one hand, yeah. But then again… Even the voodoo the witches can do, it isn't this sophisticated. Not yet at least."

"True," he murmured, nodding his head thoughtfully "But… What else could it be?" Tyra shot him a look that practically screamed 'We just talked about it' "Alright, alright. I'll believe you for now, sister. After all... We're vampires who were witches. We have seen weirder things than aliens, right?" Kol murmured when they had walked over to Lynley's body. They had seen enough death to be at least somewhat knowledgeable in that area.

She hugged his arm and squeaked when he picked her up, twirling Tyra around for a moment "Thank you, thank you, thank you," Tyra laughed

"Speaking of aliens. What's the weirdest thing you've seen so far?" Kol asked her.

Tyra stopped for a moment and hummed "Hm. That's difficult... Let me think. Well, there was the Devil... And I was on a parallel Earth once where all of you were human and I didn't exist and Henrik was still alive. I'd have to tell you about the rest some other time. When you'd understand the references and the science of it."

"The what?" Kol snorted.

"Devil," she repeated "Well, it wasn't as much the Devil as it was… a Beast, a Demon that was imprisoned in the centre of a planet called Krop Tor. The thing claimed to be the Devil. It was fascinating really… Krop Tor was in orbit around a black hole which shouldn't be possible at all." At Kol's blank look, she groaned "You know what? Never mind. You'll understand that someday."

Martha blinked at Tyra in confusion, narrowing her eyes "Wait a moment. I can't understand what you're saying…" She turned back to the Doctor "I thought the Tardis translates anything?"

"She should," the Doctor murmured, staring at Tyra with a raised eyebrow. Of course, he would have still understood what Kol and she were saying. While she hadn't told him about witches before, Tyra knew that the Doctor was aware that they were real. Werewolves more so than witches but he definitely knew about those. It was only vampires that didn't really care too much and relied heavily on compulsion to keep their secret.

Tyra's lips twitched "I might have asked her to keep my mother tongue from being translated. Well, only if we don't end up anywhere we're going to have to speak it."

"You –" the Doctor pointed to her accusingly "You turned my Tardis against me?"

"It's not my fault she likes me better," Tyra smirked "Maybe she would like you more if you didn't hit her with a hammer all the time."

Kol frowned down at his little sister "What the hell are you talking about?"

"A sentient ship that travels through time and space," Tyra explained under her breath, aware that there were humans all around them.

The Doctor shook his head and turned to the owner of the Elephant Inn "Good mistress, this poor fellow has died from a sudden imbalance of the humours. A natural if unfortunate demise. Call a constable and have him taken away."

Dolly nodded "Yes, sir."

The maid from earlier stopped Dolly from leaving "I'll do it, ma'am." With that, she left.

"Why are you telling him that?" Martha frowned, looking at the Doctor in confusion.

The Doctor shrugged, glancing at Shakespeare who had been standing a little to the side "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," Martha shrugged "What was it then?"

"Witchcraft."

Tyra scoffed "That's not witchcraft," she mumbled, sounding slightly annoyed.

Kol shrugged "I mean, it still could be, right?"

"But our kind of magic would have a different aura," Tyra pointed out "We would be able to tell." As vampires Kol and Tyra might not be able to use magic anymore, they still spent enough time around them to know when someone was using it nearby. The sensitivity to magic was still there for the most part even if it wasn't always reliable. That was also what helped Tyra when she had been trying to find some members for the Alpha Coven. If a witch used their magic anywhere nearby, Tyra normally would have been able to tell. She wasn't sure whether all former witches-warlocks had that ability but… It was a possibility.


As soon as they reached Shakespeare's room, the owner of the Inn turned to the Doctor "I got you a room, Sir Doctor. You and Miss Jones are just across the landing. I assumed Lady Mikaelson would stay with her brother?"

Tyra looked from the Doctor to Kol and back before she shrugged "I… I guess so?"

"I don't mind either way," the Doctor told her.

Shakespeare, meanwhile, had sunken down behind his desk, hiding his face in his hands "Poor Lynley. So many strange events. Not least of all, this land of Freedonia where a woman can be a doctor?"

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

"And you, Sir Doctor," the Bard murmured, turning to face the Doctor "How can a man so young have eyes so old?"

The Doctor looked at the man seriously "I do a lot of reading."

"A trite reply," Shakespeare complimented "Yeah, that's what I'd do. And you?" He turned his head back to Martha "You look at him like you're surprised he exists. He's as much of a puzzle to you as he is to me."

Martha blushed, staring at everything but the Doctor or Tyra "I think we should say goodnight." With that said, she walked out.

"Then there's you… and your brother," the author murmured, looking at Tyra "There is something about you."

"Maybe there is maybe there isn't," she shrugged dismissively.

"I must work," the playwright waved his hand "I have a play to complete. But I'll get my answers tomorrow, Doctor, and I'll discover more about you and why this constant performance of yours."

"All the world's a stage," the Doctor threw out carelessly.

Shakespeare raised his eyebrow "Hmm. I might use that. Goodnight, Doctor."

"Nighty night, Shakespeare," the Doctor said before turning. He threw Tyra a silent look that told her to come to their room before retiring.

Tyra was about to follow him when Kol grabbed her arm "I'll be right there, Kol. I just need to talk to the Doctor and Martha for a moment."

"If you're sure," Kol sighed, pressing a kiss to her forehead before opening the door to his room "Just come in when you're done."

Tyra rolled her eyes "Like you won't be listening in…"

"Hush, brat," Kol huffed, waving her off. Tyra grinned at him cheekily before slipping into the room Martha and the Doctor were in.

"So, magic and stuff," Martha licked her lips uncomfortably "That's a surprise. It's all a little bit Harry Potter."

The Doctor grinned from the bed "Wait till you read book seven. Oh, I cried."

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

"Course it is," Tyra cut in, nudging the Doctor's head up to sit on the head of the bed "This isn't magic magic though."

Martha raised her eyebrow "Magic magic?" She shook her head "Magic, aliens… I've only just started to believe in time travel. What else is out there?"

"Vampires," Tyra shrugged "Werewolves… There's more but I'm guessing those are the main species on Earth along with humans."

"Vampires?" Martha snorted "You mean like Miss Finnegan?"

Tyra hissed in agitation "That again. I'm talking fangs, not straws."

The Doctor placed his head on her lap, his neck muscles protesting against him trying to hold his head up for this long "This might look like witchcraft but it isn't." He glanced up at Martha who was watching them with slightly narrowed eyes "Are you going to stand there all night?"

"Budge up a bit, then," she shot back before closing her eyes for a moment "Sorry, there's not much room…"

"There's such a thing as psychic energy," the Doctor muttered, while Tyra ran her hand through his hair absent-mindedly "But a human couldn't channel it like that."

Tyra nodded "Not even the witches are able to do something quite as complex as this. I mean, there's Voodoo but… At this time, it wasn't as much of a trend as in the early 21st century."

The Doctor hummed "They'd need a generator the size of Taunton and I think we'd have spotted that. No… I'm missing something." He turned to his side, looking at Martha with his head still resting on Tyra's upper thigh "Something really close, staring me right in the eyes and I can't see it. Rose'd know… A friend of ours, Rose."

Tyra sighed a little as he mentioned Rose and closed her eyes. Of course, he missed her… There was nothing she could say or do against it and she shouldn't mind. Rose had been around for as long as she had "I think Kol is waiting for me. Can you let me get up?" The Doctor shifted a little, moving closer to Martha by accident "Thanks." Tyra ruffled his hair before leaving the room as quickly as she could.

Once outside, she sank to the ground, burying her face in her hands. Why did she keep reacting like this? It's like she was jealous and she didn't like it. The Doctor had feelings for her, so there was no need for her to get jealous over someone else or even Rose. Especially since she had always been closer to the Doctor than Rose.

Tyra looked up when footsteps came up the stairs and smiled lightly when Dolly came into view "Lady Tyra… Is everything alright?" the woman asked when her gaze caught hers.

"Yes, yes," she murmured, getting up from the floor "Have a good night." She opened Kol's door and quickly closed it behind her.

"You look like someone killed your favourite toy," Kol remarked, looking up from the grimoire he had on his lap.

Tyra huffed and crawled over to him, snuggling into his side comfortably "I missed you, Kol."

"I'm here now, Ty," he murmured, wrapping his arms around her tightly "I have a question though. Who is Rose?"

"So, you did eavesdrop," Tyra snorted, not remotely surprised "She travelled with the Doctor. I think we actually met him around the same time. She recently got… lost."

Kol tilted his head "Lost…? Lost how?"

"I didn't kill her if that's what you're asking," she mumbled "She's trapped in the parallel Earth that… The one where you guys were all human."

"And how –" The rest of his question was cut off by a shrill scream. Kol raised his eyebrow "Again?"

Tyra shrugged, reluctantly letting go of him to run out of the door "Apparently."

In Shakespeare's room, the Doctor was kneeling next to Dolly "Her heart gave out," he blinked owlishly "She died of fright."

"Doctor?" Martha called from the window, staring out in shock.

The Doctor jumped up "What did you see?"

"A witch."


An hour or two later, Tyra was curled up on Kol's lap, her head resting on his shoulder comfortably. By then, the constables had collected Dolly's body and taken her away. Will let out a shaky sigh "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 stared at the wall "Rage, rage against the dying of the light."

"I might use that," Will nodded in appreciation.

"You can't," the Doctor shrugged "It's someone else's."

"But the thing is," Martha spoke up suddenly, causing Tyra to raise her head for a moment "Lynley drowned on dry land, Dolly died of fright and they were both connected to you."

Will frowned at her "You're accusing me?"

"That's not what she's saying," Tyra pointed out, hiding a yawn behind her hand. The more or less sleepless nights were slowly catching up with her. Well, either that or Kol was too comfortable. Maybe both.

"Yeah," Martha nodded "I saw a witch, big as you like, flying, cackling away and you've written about witches."

Kol tilted his head "He has?"

"I have?" Will asked at the same time "When was that?"

The Doctor winced "Not… Not quite yet."

"Hey, didn't that guy speak about witches?" Kol asked "The one… Erm…"

"Peter Streete," Shakespeare nodded in agreement.

Martha blinked "Who's Peter Streete?"

"Our builder," Will explained "He sketched the plans to the Globe."

The Doctor shot up from his chair "The architect. Hold on… The architect! The architect. The Globe. Come on."

Tyra yelped when Kol stood up, keeping her in his arms "Kol," she exclaimed "Put me down."

"If you insist," he shrugged, dropping her to the ground unceremoniously.

She glared up at him and was about to get up and charge at him when Will held out his hand for Tyra to take "Thanks," she smiled lightly, blushing when Will leaned down to press a small kiss to her hand. As soon as he let go of me, Tyra whirled around to face Kol "You're dead, brother."

"Go ahead," Kol goaded, spreading his arms. He ducked to the side when Tyra charged at him "Is that all you got?"

The Doctor cleared his throat "Are you two done?"

"Not quite yet," Tyra mumbled and quickly darted around Kol, bringing him to his knees, an arm around his throat "Don't try me, Kol."

"Sorry," he chocked, pulling at her arm. Tyra let him go, ruffling his hair as he got up, rubbing at his throat "How are you this strong?"

Tyra smiled sweetly "You remember what I told you yesterday?"

"Oh," Kol realized "I… forgot."

They continued on our way to the Globe, Will falling back a bit to walk next to Tyra "You and your brother are very close, aren't you?"

"Yeah," Tyra nodded, tugging at her sleeve a little "We've always been really. Closer than we are to most of our other siblings. We just hadn't had a lot of time together…"

"Most?"

Tyra shrugged "It doesn't matter."


Inside the Globe, the Doctor jumped onto the stage, looking around "The columns there, right? Fourteen sides," he murmured "I've always wondered but I never asked. Tell me, Will. Why fourteen sides?"

"It was the shape Peter Streete thought best," Will shrugged, sitting down at the edge of the stage "That's all. Said it carried the sound well."

The Doctor frowned "Fourteen. Why does that ring a bell? Fourteen."

Martha looked over at him "There's fourteen lines in a sonnet."

"So there is," the Doctor hummed "Good point. Words and shapes following the same design." He was pacing up and down in front of the stage "Fourteen lines, fourteen sides, fourteen facets. Oh, my head… Tetradecagon. Think, think, think. Words, letters, numbers, lines."

Martha leaned over, her eyes staying on the Doctor who was currently trying to beat something into his head… or out of his head "Is he always like this?"

"You have no idea," Tyra grinned "Or maybe you have an idea… Trust me, what you've seen the other day was nothing new."

"This is just a theatre," Will pointed out, his eyes betraying his confusion.

The Doctor sighed "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 with words in this place. But if you exaggerate that… "

"It's like your police box," Martha cried out "Small wooden box with all that power inside."

"Oh." The Doctor turned his eyes onto Martha "Oh, Martha Jones, I like you. Tell you what, though. Peter Streete would know. Can I talk to him?"

Will shook his head, running a hand through his hair "You won't get an answer. A month after finishing this place, lost his mind."

"Why?" Martha questioned "What happened?"

"Started raving about witches," Will murmured "Hearing voices, babbling. His mind was addled."

The Doctor looked at the playwright unwaveringly "Where is he now?"

"Bedlam."

Martha looked very confused "What's Bedlam?"

"Bethlem Hospital," Tyra told her without looking up "It's a madhouse."

"How do you know that?" Kol raised his eyebrow.

She shrugged "It's been around since the… the 13th century, I think. It was a Priory before becoming a hospital in the 14th century. I know a few people who were brought there…"

"We're going to go there," the Doctor demanded "Right now. Come on." Martha and I followed him immediately with Kol quickly joining us as well.

"Wait," Will called out "I'm coming with you. I want to witness this at first hand." Two men entered at the same time as we walked out "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." He walked after us, shaking his head "As if. She never does."

Tyra grinned at him over her shoulder "You never know," she repeated.

Will snorted, shaking his head "So, Martha, tell me of Freedonia," he called out, making the other girl slow down a little "Where women can be doctors, writers, actors…"

"This country's ruled by a woman," Martha pointed out.

"Ah, she's royal," Will gave back "That's God's business." He wrapped his arm around Tyra's shoulders "Though you, Tyra, are a royal beauty."

Tyra coughed, almost stumbling over her own feet "Aren't you married?"

"But this is town," Will grinned.

Kol glanced over his shoulder with a grin, winking at his sister "I told you, Ty."

"Huh?" she blinked.

"Well, you were the one who told me that 'no man could possibly be interested in me'. I told you that it was all Nik's fault. Well, and Rebekah's," Kol shrugged "Maybe even Elijah's. Face it, Tyra. You're the baby of the family. None of us wanted you anywhere near the noblemen that we associated with."

Tyra pressed her eyes closed, trying to shrug Will's arm off but the playwright held fast "I'm not a baby, Kol. I haven't been for a long time. And I'm not Henrik either. I have never been."

"I know that, sister," Kol murmured "That doesn't mean that we don't want to protect you."

Tyra scoffed, shoving down the emotions "Yeah, we all know how Nik chooses to 'protect' me. I want to live my own life, Kol… Make my own mistakes. You're the only one who ever allowed me to be myself out of our siblings. Well, you and Finn but he…" She trailed off, shaking her head harshly "Doesn't matter. Let's go."

"Ty…" the Doctor spoke up when Tyra was about to storm past him.

She avoided him, just walking through the streets towards where she knew Bedlam was. Behind her, she could feel the stares burning into her back but none of them said or did anything… Except for Kol who caught up with her easily "I'm sorry," he whispered, pulling Tyra to a halt.

"Not your fault," Tyra shook her head, looking at the ground "I shouldn't have said that. I haven't been too… No, it doesn't matter. I shouldn't have snapped."

Kol looked down at her for a moment before he pulled Tyra into a rough embrace "I love you, sissy."

"Love you too, Kol." Kol pressed a kiss to the top of her head before ruffling Tyra's hair, making it messier than it has to be "I take it back," she huffed, trying to pat down her hair again "You're a menace."

"And you aren't?" Kol laughed, shoving her lightly.

The Doctor shook his head "Are you two always like this? You haven't been nearly this bad when we met Niklaus."

"You should know," Tyra pointed out with a small grin "After all, I told you about… a lot. Kol and I have always been an… interesting mix. Drove Elijah to distraction, I believe."

Kol coughed into his hand, hiding the grin "Messing with him is always fun. He's too serious."

"He is. But then again. He had to mature quickly especially when it came to Mikael. I mean, we can say what we want but Elijah is more of a father to all of us than Mikael has ever been," she mumbled.

"Might be because he's not…" Kol trailed off, wrapping his arm around Tyra's shoulders again "I can see your point."


As they entered the hospital together, Will grabbed Tyra's arm lightly "Are you well?"

Tyra blinked up at him in surprise "Yes," she nodded "I'm sorry about my outburst. I shouldn't have said what I did…"

"No," Will shook his head, while the Doctor was talking to the keeper "I might not have known you for long, Tyra but I know that you meant every word. Speaking up for yourself is something you haven't done often, did you?"

Tyra shrugged "I ran away a while back… But no, I never got the chance with my other brothers."

"Then you should take it," the playwright told her, pulling her along by her hand. When had he taken that? Tyra couldn't even remember that…

The Keeper looked over his shoulder "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."

"No," the Doctor snapped, his eyes lingering on Will and Tyra's interlocked hands for a moment, shaking himself out of it "I don't."

"Well, wait here, my lords," the Keeper sighed "While I make him decent for the ladies." He walked off down the corridor that held cells on either side.

As soon as he was gone, Martha whirled around to glare at Shakespeare "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?"

"Oh, it's all so different in Freedonia," Will scoffed with an eye-roll.

"But you're clever," Martha murmured "Do you honestly think this place is any good?"

Will's hand tightened around Tyra's "I've been mad," he declared "I've lost my mind. Fear of this place set me right again. It serves its purpose."

"Mad in what way?" Martha frowned, biting her lip.

"You lost your son." The Doctor's eyes showed sorrow and Tyra knew he had felt the same pain that Will had.

Will looked down "My only boy. The Black Death took him and I wasn't even there."

"I don't know," Martha whispered "I'm sorry."

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

Tyra nudged his side with a grin "Write that down. I like it."

"Maybe not," the playwright sighed "A bit pretentious?"

The Doctor raised his shoulder "Eh?"

"Don't listen to him," Tyra shook her head, throwing the Doctor a look "He's just being an ass."

Kol snorted "You tell him, Ty."

"Oh, shut up, Kol," she grumbled.

The Keeper appeared at the end of the corridor "This way, my lord."

"I know how you feel," Tyra murmured to Will while they followed the Keeper through the corridors to where Peter was "I lost my twin brother and it felt like the whole world just turned dark…" She could see Kol raise his head in front of her and could imagine his eyes narrowing at nothing in particular. He never did like it when she talked about Henrik because it made her feel worse most of the time "I was there, you know? I saw him being killed but I couldn't do anything… It still haunts me today. What if I could have done something? What if I had interfered?" She shook her head "There was nothing I could have done and I know that. I think you know that too."

"It doesn't make it better," Will pointed out quietly.

Tyra smiled up at him, her head lightly resting on his shoulder "Doesn't make it worse either."

"They can be dangerous, my lord," the Keeper called out "Don't know their own strength."

The Doctor let out a noise of annoyance "I think it helps if you don't whip them. Now get out." He shooed the man away, turning to look at Peter cowering on the ground "Peter? Peter Streete?"

"He's the same as he was," Will shook his head "You'll get nothing out of him."

"Peter?" The Doctor crouched down, touching the man's shoulder gently. When Peter looked up at him, staring, the Doctor raised his fingers Peter's temples "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." When Peter started to relax, the Doctor smiled "That's it. That's it, just let go." He lies him down on his cot "Tell me the story, Peter. Tell me about the witches."

Kol frowned "What is he doing?"

Tyra shrugged "I think this is similar to compulsion. Just not quite as…"

"Witches spoke to Peter," Peter breathed, his eyes wide and unseeing "In the night, they whispered. They whispered. 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."

The Doctor tilted his head "Where did Peter see the witches? Where in the city? Peter, tell me. You've got to tell me where were they?" he demanded urgently.

"All Hallows Street."

A witch – in the loosest sense of the word – appeared across the cell from the Doctor, close to Peter "Too many words," she cackled. Tyra blinked at the cackling… thing and turned to Kol with a confused expression. Alien witches were the kind of witches from the story apparently… What the hell? Human witches were one thing but this? Kol stared at the hideous figure, his mouth opening and closing before he gave up and just continued staring.

Martha was in a similar state as Tyra and Kol "What the hell?"

"Just one touch of the heart," the witch cried out, leaning forward to get even closer to Peter.

The Doctor was about to lunge forward but Tyra kept a tight grip on his arm, ignoring his protest "No."

"Witch," Will breathed as the witch put her hand on Peter's chest, causing his heart to stop "I'm seeing a witch."

The witch looked up with a smirk "Now, who would be next, hmm? Just one touch. Oh, oh, I'll stop your frantic heart. Poor, fragile mortals."

"Let us out," Martha screamed, banging against the bars of the cell "Let us out."

"That's not going to work," the Doctor muttered, not taking his eyes from the figure across the room "The whole building's shouting that."

Kol tugged at Tyra's hair from behind "Why don't we just kill them?"

"I'm on a bit of a break," she told him "The Doctor doesn't like it. He prefers… his pacifistic ways."

"And you just go along?" Kol questioned.

Tyra shrugged "Normally? Not really but I'm at least trying not to go off and kill anyone for a while."

"If you say so," Kol mumbled.

The witch stared at each of them in turn "Who will die first, hmm?"

"Well, if you're looking for volunteers," the Doctor shrugged, going to step forward.

Tyra tightened her grip on his arm "Don't."

"Doctor, can you stop her?" Shakespeare questioned.

The witch laughed "No mortal has power over me."

"Oh, but there's power in words," the Doctor told her, taking a step back and closer to Tyra "If I can find the right one. If I can just know you…"

"None on Earth has knowledge of us," the witch pointed out.

The Doctor hummed "Then it's a good thing I'm here. Now think, think, think," he squinted at the figure "Humanoid female, uses shapes and words to channel energy. Ah!" He let out a victorious sound "Fourteen. That's it… Fourteen. The fourteen stars of the Rexel planetary configuration." The witch's smile fell from her face, shock colouring her features. The Doctor pointed at her "Creature, I name you Carrionite."

The witch screamed, vanishing in a slow flash of light. Martha walked forward hesitantly "What did you do?"

"I named her," the Doctor explained "The power of a name. That's old magic."

"I thought…"

The Doctor shook his head, knowing what she was about to say "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."

"What's an atom?" Kol furrowed his brow.

"Use them for what?" Will asked at the same time. For some reason, the two of them seemed to talk at the same time relatively often.

The Doctor wrapped his arms around Tyra from behind, shooting a light glare at Shakespeare when he thought she wasn't looking. Well, Tyra guessed he was glaring since Will's eyes lit up in amusement and he winked at her "The end of the world."

"That turned dark quickly," Kol snorted "Can you two stop glaring at each other and figure out a way to get this done with?"


The Doctor started pacing up and down Shakespeare's room "The Carrionites disappeared way back at the dawn of the universe. Nobody was sure if they were real or legend."

"Well, I'm going for real," Will snorted.

Martha tilted her head, still not over the fact that she met an alien witch "But what do they want?"

"A new empire on Earth," the Doctor pointed out "A word of bones and blood and witchcraft."

Kol leaned against the wall "I really don't think they would be able to do it. There are a lot of people who would definitely want a word with them…"

"And win, most likely," Tyra threw in.

"But how?"

The Doctor's gaze caught Shakespeare's "I'm looking at the man with the words."

"Me?" Will asked "But I've done nothing."

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

Will furrowed his brow "Finishing the play."

The Doctor leaned forward, glancing at the pages "What happens on the last page?"

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

"That's it," the Doctor exclaimed "They used you. They gave you the final words like a spell, like a code. Love's Labour's Won. It's a weapon." He ran a hand through his hair in agitation "The right combination of words, spoke at the right place, with the shake of the Globe as an energy converter. The play's the thing." Will opened his mouth but the Time Lord cut him off "And yes, you can have that."

"At least you weren't quoting Dickens when we met him," Tyra snorted, shaking my head at him.

The Doctor crossed his arms, looking mock affronted "I'm making these up, thank you very much."

"Dream on," Tyra shook her head "You're just using your knowledge to your advantage."

"Isn't that the whole idea of knowing something?" he challenged. Tyra opened her mouth to argue before closing it again and huffed "That's answer enough." The Doctor nodded smugly before pulling out a very inaccurate map that Will handed him after asking for it "All Hallows Street. There it is… Ty, Martha, we'll track them down. Will, you get to the Globe. Whatever you do, stop that play. Kol?"

"I'm coming with you," Kol said immediately "Will can manage, right?"

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

"Oh, don't complain," Martha shook her head.

Will grinned "I'm not," he denied "It's marvellous. Good luck, Doctor." He bowed to me lightly "Tyra."

"Good luck, Shakespeare," the Doctor said, prodding Tyra to move "Once more onto the breach."

Will hummed as we left the room "I like that. Wait a minute, that's one of mine."

Tyra laughed from outside "You're just noticing that now?"

"Oh, just shift," the Doctor huffed with a smile, poking his head back into Will's room. The four of them moved through the streets quickly, trying to find the house as fast as we could "All Hallows Street," the Doctor exclaimed, stopping to look around "But which house?"

Martha just looked at the Doctor in confusion "The thing is, though am I missing something here? The world didn't end in 1599. It just didn't. Look at me, look at Tyra. We're living proof."

Tyra looked around in surprise "Curious. Didn't Rose ask the exact same thing in that dungeon in Cardiff?"

"She did… More or less," the Doctor agreed before turning back to look at the other girl "Oh, how to explain the mechanics of the infinite temporal flux? I know." He snapped his fingers "Back to the Future. It's like Back to the Future."

"The film?"

The Doctor rolled his eyes in exasperation "No, the novelisation. Yes, the film. Marty McFly goes back and changes history."

"What is he talking about?" Kol whispered.

"You'll find out in a few centuries," Tyra told him "The movies are actually pretty cool."

Kol grumbled "I don't think I like this…"

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

"You and the entire future of the human race. It ends right now in 1599 if we don't stop it. But which house?" The Doctor looked around again, freezing when a door creaked open invitingly "Make that witch house…"

They walked over cautiously, Kol and Tyra slightly behind the Doctor and Martha. Just after They entered, Kol stopped just outside "What are you doing?" Martha frowned, looking at Tyra's brother.

"How can you just walk in?" Kol frowned, glancing at Tyra.

She looked over her shoulder, the Doctor already looking further into the house "Martha, look after him. I think there's something I need to speak to Kol about… Again."

"Sure," Martha shrugged, turning to follow the Time Lord.

Tyra ran her hand through her hair before walking back out of the door, joining Kol in the street. He glanced at her curiously "How did you do that? Entering a house without invitation?"

"I don't actually know," Tyra mumbled "I honestly forgot about it… I imagine it has something to do with the Tardis, although she refuses to tell me how she does half the stuff she does…" She rubbed her hand over her face in realization "I don't know how or why but it has to be but I guess it's like her frequent flier's privilege for vampires."

Kol blinked "You mentioned the Tardis… Spaceship? Is that what you said earlier?"

"Yes," Tyra nodded "It's complicated and I will explain this to you sometime… Just not now, alright? There are a few concepts that you won't understand. And even more that I don't even understand."

"So, this spaceship somehow makes you able to enter people's houses without permission? Is it just you?"

Tyra frowned "No. A friend of mine travelled with us for a little and he was able to enter as well." She thought back about Damon's lack of reaction.

Kol was about to say something else when they heard the Doctor's pained scream from inside. So far Tyra hadn't really paid attention to anything happening inside the house but this made her worry. She threw herself against the door, tumbling into the house.

"Oh, my God, Doctor," Martha breathed, stumbling over to where the Doctor was lying "Don't worry. I've got you…"

Tyra tilted her head "What did she do?"

"Stopped his heart," Martha whispered "I'm sorry… I…"

"That's exactly it," Tyra pointed out, nudging the Doctor's side with my boot "You can get up now."

Realisation dawned on Martha's features "Two hearts…"

"You're making a habit out of this," the Doctor grinned, making to get up. Tyra steadied him when he pitched forward, clutching at his chest "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 did as he asked, hitting him on the right side "Dah! Other side. Now, on the back, on the back. Left a bit. Dah, lovely. There we go. Badda booma!" He freed himself from Tyra's grasp and ran off "Well, what are you standing there for? Come one! The Globe!"

"Doctor," Tyra called out, seeing him run to the right. When he stopped, she pointed the way they had come from "It's that way."

He shook his head "No, it's not…"

"Yes, it is," Kol agreed with his sister, patting the Time Lord's back "If nothing else, Ty at least has a good sense of direction."

Tyra glared at her older brother "'If nothing else…'" she sighed and looked at Martha "Do you think I can exchange my brother for a dog? At least that one wouldn't make fun of me all the time."

Martha laughed "I know what you mean," she nodded "But I doubt it…"

"Pity," she commented, dodging Kol's attempt to grab at her.

"You two really are like children," the Doctor shook his head "You know, I don't think I ever saw you quite this relaxed, Tyra." She shrugged lightly, not looking at any of them.


The closer they got to the Globe, the stronger the wind blew around them. A bad storm raged over the building as the audience panicked, trampling each other in their quest to get out of the theatre. They didn't have much luck though because just after they entered through the stage door, the witches magicked the door close.

"Stop the play," the Doctor ranted, seeing Shakespeare waking up backstage "I think that was it. Yeah, I said, stop the play."

Will rubbed at his head in pain "I hit my head."

"Yeah, don't rub it," the Doctor commented "You'll go bald." The screaming outside picked up and the Doctor straightened "I think that's my cue." He ran out onto the stage with all of them following behind. Tyra blinked at the creatures that were hovering in a whirlwind above the area for the common folk.

Lilith gasped, her eyes widening from her place in the private box "The Doctor. He lives… Then watch this world become a blasted heath. They come. They come." She held the crystal out into the red light, causing several bat-like creatures fly into the theatre. They circled around, scaring the humans even more before flying up into the sky.

The Doctor whirled around and grabbed Will's arm "Come on, Will. History needs you."

"But what can I do?" the playwright cried over the wind.

"Reverse it."

Shakespeare looked at him with a deadpan stare "How am I supposed to do that?"

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

"But what words?" Will demanded "I have none ready."

Tyra grabbed his shoulders "You're William Shakespeare. If anyone can do it, it's you, Will."

Will still didn't look convinced, so the Doctor continued "Trust yourself, Will. 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."

Will closed his eyes for a moment before he took a deep breath "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."

"No," Lilith screamed in horror "Words of power."

"Foul Carrionite spectres, cease your show," the playwright continued "Between the points…" He glanced at the Doctor for the answer.

"Seven six one three nine oh."

Shakespeare repeated the numbers "Banished like a tinker's cuss, I say to thee…"

They all looked at each other for a moment before Martha's head snapped up "Expelliarmus."

"Expelliarmus," Will finished, pointing in the direction of the whirlwind.

As the Carrionites started to get sucked back into the tornado, the Doctor grinned "Good old JK…" One after the other, the other aliens were sucked back towards the crystal that Lilith was holding, pages flying into the storm as well. The backstage door opened, allowing them to be sucked in "Love's Labour's Won… There it goes."

The skies cleared with a flash and a bang. After a few moments, someone started clapping and then the whole audience joined in "They think it was all special effects?" Will bowed to the applauding crowd with the actors, while the Doctor wandered off and up to the private box the Carrionites had been in before, grabbing the crystal.


The next morning, Tyra was leaning against Kol's chest comfortably watching Shakespeare and Martha talk "And I say, a heart for a hart and a dear for a deer."

"I don't get it," Martha shook her head with a puzzled frown.

"A hart is a deer," Tyra told her.

Martha shook her head "Still don't get it."

Tyra rolled her eyes "I'm not explaining it." Her gaze drifted to the Bard "You have a dirty mind, by the way."

"Why thank you," Shakespeare grinned.

"That wasn't… Oh, never mind," she sighed, giving up on him.

The man turned back to Martha "Tell me a joke from Freedonia then."

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

Shakespeare chuckled "That's brilliant. Doesn't make sense, mind you, but never mind that."

"I don't get it either," Kol huffed, his chin on Tyra's shoulder.

It was then that the Doctor walked through the door that lead backstage with a small stiff ruff around his neck and an animal head in hand "Good props store back there. I'm not sure about this though. Reminds you of a Sycorax, Ty?"

"It kinda does, doesn't it?" she blinked, looking at the skull.

"Sycorax," Shakespeare murmured "Nice word. I'll have that off you as well."

Tyra's head shot up "I thought I knew the word… Not in the same context but… The Tempest."

The Doctor looked at Tyra with exasperation in his eyes, realising that it had been him who gave Shakespeare more than one of his signature phrases "I should be on ten percent… How's your head?"

"Still aching," the Bard answered, rubbing at the back of his head.

"Here," the Time Lord took off the ruff and put it on Shakespeare "I got you this. Neck brace. Wear that for a few days till it's better, although you might want to keep it. It suits you."

Martha tilted her head "What about the play?"

"Gone," the Doctor shook his head "I looked all over. Every single copy of Love's Labour's Won went up in the sky."

Shakespeare sighed sadly "My lost masterpiece."

"You could write it up again," Martha pointed out.

Tyra shook her head "I don't think that's a good idea. I mean, it is known as the lost play after all."

"Is it?" Kol asked.

Tyra shrugged "It will be."

"Oh, but I've got new ideas," Shakespeare smiled, his eyes dragging from Tyra to the Doctor "Perhaps it's time I wrote about fathers and sons, in memory of my boy, my precious Hamnet."

"Hamnet?" Martha blinked in surprise.

Tyra coughed, trying to hide the amusement at the look the Bard shot her "That's him," he nodded.

"Hamnet?"

"What's wrong with that?" Shakespeare asked, sounding slightly affronted.

The Doctor shook his head "Anyway, time we were off. I've got a nice attic in the Tardis where this lot can scream for all eternity."

"Attic?" Tyra questioned, getting up from the ground "Since when do you have an attic?"

"Fine," he sighed "A suitcase underneath the grating by the console."

Tyra smirked "That sounds about right."

"I have to get Martha back to Freedonia," the Doctor continued.

Shakespeare looked up, mirth shining in his eyes "You mean travel on through time and space."

"You what?" the Time Lord gaped.

The Bard smirked "You're from another world like the Carrionites and Martha is from the future. Tyra though… She's complicated."

"Aw," Tyra cooed playfully "Thanks."

"That's incredible," the Doctor breathed in surprise "You are incredible."

Shakespeare smiled "We're alike in many ways, Doctor. Martha, Tyra, let me say goodbye to you in a new verse. A sonnet for two beautiful ladies. I compare thee to a summer's day. Thou art more lovely and more temperate."

"Will," Burbage called, coming in with Kempe. They were two of the actors that Will had introduced us to last night after the drama with the Carrionites was over and done with.

Kempe took over, sounding out of breath "Will, you'll never believe it. She's here. She's turned up."

"We're the talk of the town. She heard about last night," Burbage nodded "She wants us to perform it again."

Martha tilted her head in confusion "Who?"

"Her Majesty," Burbage answered "She's here."

A fanfare sounded and the elderly Queen Elizabeth entered with two pikemen flanking her. The Doctor grinned in delight "Queen Elizabeth the First."

"Doctor?" the Queen breathed, her eyes narrowing in anger.

The Doctor's smile fell in shock "What?"

"My sworn enemy," the royal continued, glaring at the man.

"What?"

The Queen gestured to her people "Off with his head."

"What?" Shakespeare laughed at the Doctor in the background and Tyra couldn't help the small snort that escaped her. She really wasn't surprised that the Doctor had pissed off another monarch. He seemed to have a knack for that.

Martha shoved the Doctor "Never mind what, just run. See you, Will, and thanks."

"Stop that pernicious Doctor," the Queen shouted as the pikemen chased the Doctor and Martha out and into the streets.

"Well, I guess it's my time to say my goodbyes as well," Tyra spoke up, looking at Will "It was nice to meet you, Will."

The Bard drew her closer and without missing a beat pressed his lips to hers "Farewell."

"What did I do to earn that?" Tyra questioned quietly, leaning her head to the side as Shakespeare's hands caressed her face.

"Will I ever see you again?" he asked.

Tyra bit my lip "I don't know," she shook her head "I would like that but it's up to the Doctor."

"You love him, don't you?" the Bard asked knowingly "It is clear in your eyes."

"What?" Tyra frowned "Is it really that obvious? How come everyone knows about this crap and I had to be told by the Doctor to notice?"

Kol made a noise in the back of his throat "It's kind of hard to miss, sissy. Especially with how jealous the Doctor was. I would have expected that the two of you were lovers already."

"Oh, come off it, Kol," Tyra rolled her eyes "We're not, by the way."

"I don't think that he wishes to merely be your friend," Will pointed out "Every time we were close, he was trying very hard not to interfere. You did not notice?"

Tyra shook her head and sighed "I did but it isn't important right now. You know why I don't want to have anything to do with love, Kol."

Kol pulled her from Will's arms and into his own "When will I see you again?"

"Not too long now," she smiled "I would tell you where he stashed us but I honestly don't know."

"I'll miss you, Ty," Kol murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead "Now go and find your man."

Tyra scoffed "Why do I like you again?"

"You love me," Kol shot back cheekily.

"Sometimes I wonder," she shook her head, hugging Will one last time "Thank you. It was really nice to meet you and write that story about your son, alright?" It was then that she remembered that the Queen was still in the theatre "Your Majesty," Tyra bowed her head "It has been too long."

"Lady Tyra," Queen Elizabeth smiled "I see you still haven't left the Doctor."

Tyra raised her shoulder in a shrug "It certainly seems so. I should go now. Goodbye." With those words, she jogged out of the theatre and used her vampire speed as soon as she was outside, sticking to the shadows to make sure no one saw her.

"Stop in the name of the Queen," she heard one of the Pikemen call out as the Doctor and Martha reached the Tardis.

Martha looked over her shoulder, her eyes widening as she saw Tyra directly behind the Doctor "What have you done to upset her?"

"How should I know?" the Doctor shrugged "Haven't even met her yet. That's time travel for you. Still, can't wait to find out."

"Well," Tyra spoke up as he opened the door to the Tardis "You have a knack of pissing off monarchs. I'm not surprised."

The Doctor rolled his eyes "Oh, hush you. But it is something to look forward to." Tyra passed him, walking up to the console as he got in behind her, shutting the door quickly "That was fun."

"I never thought there would be… Erm… Alien witchy creatures," Tyra spoke up "Although… If there's human witches then I really shouldn't be surprised."

Martha stared at Tyra "Human witches? You said that before but I don't believe you."

"There is," she shrugged "Same as there are werewolves and vampires."

"Yeah, right," the other girl snorted.

Tyra looked at her "Then explain to me how my brother was here. In 1599."

"He's a time traveller too."

"He didn't even know until I told him," Tyra smirked "Face it. I'm a vampire."

Martha shook her head "No way."

Tyra sighed and looked at the Doctor. He sighed and shrugged "Your choice."

"Alright then." Tyra sped towards the other girl, her vampire features on display "I really am a vampire."

"But that's…" she broke off, fear in her eyes. Tyra had no idea how she didn't put together one and one but then again… She was still getting used to the time travel part, so no one could really blame her.

Tyra rolled her eyes and let Martha go "Relax. I don't bite… Most of the time. I'm a good vampire… Well, kind of."

"Try not to scare her away, Tyra," the Doctor remarked, looking up from the console "You look tired… Both of you. Why don't you show Martha to a room?"

"Sure," Tyra shrugged, getting his subtle message. He wanted Martha to come along for at least one more trip and Tyra didn't have anything against that. Martha was actually pretty nice "Come on."

Martha followed Tyra out of the console room, keeping her distance from her "I – I have a question."

Tyra turned, looking at her "Shoot."

"Are you and the Doctor… You know?" Martha asked curiously "I mean, you seem so close but then you're not all of a sudden."

"I… We're complicated," Tyra told her quietly "That is actually a very good way of explaining it. We have gotten so much closer over the past years… The two of us have always been closer to each other than Rose."

Martha nodded, her eyes moving to the floor "I guess that makes sense. What's the deal with Rose? I mean, I understand that he misses her but he just goes on and on about her."

"We've known each other for two years. I actually met him shortly after Rose did," Tyra shrugged "What you have to understand is that the Doctor lost a lot of people and he doesn't always think about what people are feeling."

Martha bit her lip "Speaking of Rose… There's one more thing I wanted to ask you… You don't have to answer or anything but… You didn't seem too happy when the Doctor mentioned her last night but now you're speaking of her as if you were friends."

Tyra ran a hand through her hair "This doesn't get to the Doctor. Understood? He doesn't know." When Martha nodded, Tyra sighed "Rose and I didn't really get along. I mean, we were friends in the beginning and were actually getting along pretty well but things changed when she found out about me being a vampire. She was jealous of how close the Doctor and I were and… She actually wanted to be a vampire. Kept harassing me and one of my friends about it until he got so fed up that he snapped and compelled her to shut up about it and to not bother me with it anymore. Honestly, I should have done that from the beginning." Tyra stopped talking when she realised just how much she had said and grimaced sheepishly.

"Oh," Martha nodded "I'm sorry, I don't know what to say to that…"

"It's fine," Tyra told her "Not your fault, is it?" She stopped by a door "You can sleep here. If you want anything else in the room, decoration wise or anything… Just close your eyes and picture it. The Tardis will do the rest. Remember, not a word to the Doctor." Before Martha could question Tyra more, she turned and walked away.

Just around the corner, she ran into a wall that certainly wasn't supposed to be there. Tyra rubbed at her head and looked up "What are you doing here?"

The Doctor shrugged sheepishly "I wanted to talk to you about something."

"You heard what I told Martha, didn't you?" Tyra sighed, running her hand down her face "You do like your eavesdropping…"

"Did Rose really ask you to turn her?" he asked. When Tyra nodded silently, he tilted his head, wrapping an arm around her shoulder to pull her along "Why?"

Tyra let out an amused snort "Why do you think?" She stopped, turning to face him "The first time she asked was just before we said goodbye to Sarah Jane. She wanted to stay with you forever."

The Doctor closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose "Oh, that was a disaster. I'm not sure who was worse… Rose or Sarah Jane."

"Sarah Jane only really started when Rose was starting to make her comments," Tyra pointed out "She was perfectly civil to me."

"I'm dreading to ask but… Exactly how often did Rose ask you to turn her?" the Doctor asked.

Tyra inhaled before shaking her head "I didn't keep a tally," she shrugged "But it was more than enough to be annoying. Enough, that Damon compelled her in the end. Look, what she was planning was dangerous. I don't know how much you know about our transformation but Rose would have…"

"Been dangerous," the Doctor nodded knowingly "Her emotions were overwhelming even as a Human. I can't imagine how much worse she would have been as a vampire. I did like her. She was my friend but I believe that the two of you brought out the worst in each other on occasion."

"I would be insulted if I didn't know you were right," Tyra laughed lightly, not at all taking the Doctor's words to heart "She threatened to tell you, you know? What she was planning on telling you, though… I have absolutely no idea. Or why she thought that was a good idea. I told her that you would have most likely kicked both of us out if I had turned her."

"Yeah, I guess you're right," the Doctor sighed, knowing that he probably would have. One vampire on board was more than enough. Having a newborn on board would equal to taking a timebomb along to travel with him. He shook his head, pulling Tyra into her room. It had become a bit of a habit since the Christmas with Donna. The Doctor routinely stayed in Tyra's room or – occasionally the two of them would stay in the Doctor's room. The later was rare though, since the room was normally messy enough to not be able to get to the bed comfortably.

Tyra sighed and dropped face down on her bed "What did you want to talk about?" she asked, her voice muffled.

The Doctor shifted "I just thought that… You know, since…" He broke off, causing Tyra to turn around to look at him "I wanted to tell you about something that I haven't told anyone before. At least not outside of my family."

"You don't…"

"I know I don't have to," the Doctor cut her off "But I want to. I want you to know things about me. I want us to be able to share things that we couldn't share before."

Tyra raised herself to her knees and caught the Doctor by the sleeve, pulling him onto the bed with her "Then I would be happy to hear your story, Doctor."

He smiled at her as they got more comfortable "I told you that I had children, right? My former wife and I… It was an arranged marriage and while I didn't love her the way I should have, she was one of my best friends…"

Omake

Kol sighed, thinking over the events of the past couple of days. He had enjoyed seeing Tyra again… Especially, since she had seemed a lot happier than she had been in ages from his point of view. There still had been the same weight on her shoulders that he associated with Mikael but other than that, she seemed fine. The Doctor had been someone that Kol hadn't expected.

"You are thinking of her again, are you not?" Will asked, setting down a tankard of beer in front of the other man.

Kol looked up at him with a wry grin "What gave it away?"

"You shouldn't worry too much," Will pointed out.

"Isn't it my duty, though? I am her older brother," Kol sighed, running a hand through his hair "I love her so much and while I'm happy that she is finally overcoming some of her problems, I don't know what to think about it. Especially, since…"

Will nodded when Kol trailed off "Especially, since she seemed to be happy with the Doctor."

"Yeah," Kol breathed "That."

"I believe that you should trust her," Will shrugged "The way she has been talking, she has never been in love… Or at least hasn't realised it. The Doctor is a curious man and you saw that way they acted around each other."

Kol took a gulp from the tankard "Doesn't make me feel any better. She is my baby sister and now…"

"Now, she is in love," Will finished once again "I believe they will be good for each other. But, of course, that is only my observation."

"No, no," Kol smiled lightly "You're right. It is just a change I haven't expected. Especially not from Tyra." He tilted his head, looking at Will in consideration before a slow smile crept onto his face "So… We've seen alien witches. Do you want to see Human ones?"

Will's eyes widened "There are witches among us? Truly?"

"You seem surprised and yet you figured out that the Doctor is an alien?" Kol asked, sounding more amused than anything else.

Will shrugged "They were not very subtle. But you and Miss Tyra… I have trouble figuring you out completely."

Kol held out his hand "I believe that I can help you with that. If you let me."