Author's Note: Two updates in one day! Aren't you all a bunch of lucky little companions?! As usual, I own nothing in this story, that is why I am still a poor university student who is procrastinating from her Chinese assignment.
Martha was sound asleep while The Doctor lay in the moonlight, thinking about how something, someone could be manipulating the psychic energy to kill people in Elizabethan England and what did that someone want with Love's Labour's Won.
"It's alien, right?" Asked Rose, appearing beside the window. The moonlight illuminated her silhouette as she looked over at The Doctor.
"Yes. The only human who I can think that would be able to use the psychic energy is Mr. Shakespeare, but I do not think he is behind this." He replied. He leapt off the bed and towards the window where Rose was standing.
"You do realise that if I was really here I wouldn't have any clue about what to say, don't you?" She asked, however, he sensed that it was more of a statement.
"But it's hard because I have to explain everything to her! You know everything, so it would be easier with you here." The Doctor whined at Rose. "And I don't see the point of explaining everything to her when I am just going to be taking her home at the end of this."
"You need someone with you." She whispered, placing her hand on his arm, trying to sooth him.
"I need you!" He barked back, shaking her hand from him. Rose appeared shaken and startled. The Doctor looked over to the bed to make sure he hadn't woken Martha. Not even a whimper. "Who are you?"
"There are more important things pressing at the present." She replied. She turned away from him and looked back out at the moon.
"I will find out why you are here, Rose, I sware." He left her side and started to walk back over to the bed where Martha was asleep. He joined her on the bed.
"Be patient with Martha Jones. You need her, more than you realise." Rose's words echoed through The Doctor's mind. He looked up at her and she was gone in the blink of an eye. A scream came from across the corridor and he jumped into action. Martha awoke from her slumber and raced across the hall after him, into the Bard's room.
A short one today. The Shakespeare Code is a lot of action, not so much room of imaginary Roses. Review and subscribe! xx