Disclaimer: If we own these things then we are bunnies that now how to type. (leaves to get carrot)
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Chapter Two
Shakespeare went to Rowling's aide and began fanning her. Martha was quickly growing tired of this queer soap opera and scooted over to the Doctor who was pointing his sonic screwdriver and muttering through this whole ordeal. Her accuser followed.
"How is this happening, Doctor?" she inquired.
"Doctor?" Harry rudely butted between the pair suspiciously eyeing the strange man with the weird light stick. "Doctor who?"
To avoid the curious teenager, the Doctor turned towards J.K. and Shakespeare and acted like he was really interested in what the sonic screwdriver was reading. He knew where this conversation was leading to, and this was not the time to poke fun at his name. "Nothing, it's just the Doctor," he growled through his teeth.
Sadly, Harry did not have the brains to be placed in Ravenclaw, or he would have noticed that this line of questioning greatly peeved the Doctor, and with the blunt stupidity the Gryffindor are notorious for, he continued to interrogate. "But doctors have last names."
As Harry's appearance was Martha's breaking point, this statement was the Doctor's. For centuries, he had to face the embarrassment of explaining to fools and geniuses that his name was just the Doctor. He wasn't going to let this need of an explanation just slide. People needed to accept the fact that he wanted to be called "the Doctor".
"Well, I did not get my medical license. OK! Does that satisfy your ignorant ape mind? My name is the Doctor! It is just the Doctor! Now can we please get back on topic?!"
His enraged voice echoed across the theater, yet J.K. was still unconscious. The rant made the Doctor momentarily exhausted. He drew in deep breaths and willed his hearts to slow down while Martha and Harry cautiously stepped away. They didn't want to be in his crosshairs.
"Ok, Doctor. Let's do get back on topic. Explain what is going on, "warily replied Martha.
"All right, let me first put on my smartical glasses. They make me look clever." The Doctor paused for a moment to put his glasses on. "Splendid! Now it's elementary my dear Martha. What we did, no no…" He paused once again to turn towards Martha and shoved his finger accusingly in her face, "You and Shakespeare created this literary catastrophe. The dimensional fabric of this place was already weakened by the Carrionites' arrival, and when you said that literary term, a tear in the fabric of time and space was created. Your literary term then pulled Harry out of his world and into ours via poofing."
This explanation seemed to satisfy the rookie companion, but there was still one thing that didn't make sense to Martha. "So, how did J.K. get here?"
The Time Lord gave her a look of conceited pity and rolled his eyes,"Duh! Harry has magic. He poofed her here."
"Oh. Ok."
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AN:
Nadie: Must delete the word smartical. (Reaching towards delete button.)
CM: Don't even think about.
Nadie: But I must stop the madness
CM: But it's my word. And I thought you loved me. (Said with puppy dog eyes)
Nadie: Sorry guys it got to stay.
CM: Sorry the chapter was so short, but we make up for it in Chapter 3. Please review, if you do, you won't have to suffer the puppy dog eyes I give.
Nadie: Fear the all-powerful puppy dog eyes.