Close Encounters of the Fictional Kind

Chapter 7: The Shakespeare Paper

Another collaborative chapter brought to you by Ismira Daugene & Queenoftheslayers. Please view chapter 1 for more detail on the purpose of these short stories.

Doctor Who (c) BBC & BBC America

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"God I hate doing Shakespeare papers!" Marie heard the outburst from the room next to her.

"Is everything okay over there?" she asked.

"Does it sound like everything is okay?" Elise retorted poking her head in Marie's room.

"Not particularly, but I have hope."

"Really… you gonna do my paper for me?"

"No, but I know someone we could talk to for help."

Elise gave Marie a glare, "Who?"

"I'll give you a hint, his nickname's Bill."

"Compton?"
"No Elise, we are not going to see Bill Compton. He's a jackass."

Elise pouted a little, crossing her arms. "I don't suppose it's Bill Turner either?"

"No, but I wouldn't mind seeing Captain Sparrow…" Marie said, a glazed look over her eyes. She shook her head, "No, I was thinking more along the lines of Bill Shakespeare."

Elise raised an eyebrow. "You do realize he's dead?"

Marie smiled, "Doctor Who, series three, episode two."

Elise thought for a moment about what Marie was referencing. Suddenly her eyebrows shot up and her mouth made a small 'o'. Marie's smile grew larger and she nodded as the light bulb above Elise's head turned on. "But how do we contact the Doctor?" Elise asked.

Marie pulled out her cell phone. "I might have stolen his number from Donna's cell phone when we went for that ride in the Tardis," Marie said rapidly.

Elise grinned…

Ten minutes later, an angry man in a trench coat came storming up the stairs. He reached for the door to room 203 and yanked it open without knocking. One startled looking girl peered out of her room. "Sorry, I'm here for the other two," the angry man said marching down the hall to confront his quarry. "What the bloody hell do you want?" he asked his arms akimbo. He continued though, without giving the two girls in the room a chance to answer, "You do realize I might have been doing something important?"

"Were you?" Elise asked.

"No, but that doesn't matter! I could have been!"

"So… we're not supposed to ever call you?" Marie asked.

"That's not what I said. How did you even get my number?"

"Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies," Marie answered cryptically.

"What do you want?" he asked again.

"Elise needs help writing a Shakespeare paper," Marie said.

"And just what am I suppose to do about it?"

"We were thinking that you could take us back in time to visit him?" Elise said in one breath.

"No."

"Aw, come on! You took Martha!"

"That was different!"

"PLEASE?" both girls pleaded.

The Doctor put a hand to his head and let out a long exhale. "If I take you will you stop bothering me?" he asked thinking of the forty-two ignored calls on his cell phone.

"Can't promise anything…" Marie said.

"BUT! We can stop bothering you for a little while at least!" Elise cut her off seeing that Marie was about to spoil the deal.

The Doctor looked up, peering over his hand at the two young women before him. Finally he groaned and nodded. Marie and Elise cheered and happily followed him out to the Tardis parked behind the building.

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When Elise and Marie returned later that day, they found a note on the door from their other roommate. It read:

You two need a new hobby… I'm tired of weird people showing up and freaky shit happening, not to mention the glitter blizzards.

Signed,

Turtle

A small picture of a turtle followed the signature. Elise and Marie smirked and entered their room, Elise confidant that she was going to get an A on this paper.