A/N: Not my best chapter, sorry guys, the next one will be better.

I stepped out into the bright sunlight and the Doctor cam out after me. We were in a bustling marketplace.

"Whoever invented corseting must've slept on a bed of nails," I said, "I can hardly breathe." I was in a gorgeous period costume, a lovely green dress that supposedly brought out my eyes.

"Well, at least you look the part. It's easier to fit in if you're dressed properly," he said apologetically.

"So where's Da Vinci then?" I asked.

"Give me a moment. I've only met him once before, and he was about 9 or 10 then. And you shouldn't call him Da Vinci. That's like calling you 'From Rochester," because Da Vinci means from Vinci," he said. He dug around in his pocket and finally pulled out a little devicey thingie. He pointed the sonic screwdriver at it and… whirred it. The device flared to life.

"Welcome to ATMOS Global Positioning System," a warm female voice said.

"Shut up," he said quietly as a few people looked up. He whirred the sonic screwdriver again and she stopped talking.

"So, is that actually a GPS or is that just a clever disguise?"I asked.

"Just a clever disguise," he said, "It's really a Famous People Detector. I can plug in any name- provided they're famous- and it'll find them."

"Really?" I asked eyes wide.

"No. I was just messing with you. But I do happen to know where he is right now, seeing as there's a painter over there sitting with a very recognizable woman," he said, and pointed. There was a guy and an easel over in the field next to the market, and I could just recognize the painting that was beginning.

"Shut up! That isn't-" I said but he cut me off.

"It is," he said, smiling.

"Can I go see?" I asked.

"Only if you take me with you," he said.

"Well of course. You brought me here, stupid. Come on!" I yelled, grabbing him by the hand like a little kid at a circus and dragging him as best as I could in the dress I was wearing. We wove through the busy marketplace, bumping into several people on the way. Finally we reached the field and I stopped.

"I'm nervous," I said quietly.

"It's okay. Don't be," the Doctor replied, "Go on." And I walked up to one of the greatest painters of all time. He looked up.

"Hello, sir," I said.

"Hello, madam. What brings you here on this fine spring day?" he asked.

"Just admiring your artwork. What are you painting today?" I asked, even though I knew exactly what painting it was.

"It will be one of my greatest works of all time! It shall be called… the Mona Lisa!" he said.

"Really? That's and interesting name," I said, "How long have you been working on it?"

"Several hours now. I was just about to break for my midday meal when you two came, Mr. and Mrs…" he said.

"Smith. And we're not married. She is my niece," the Doctor said quickly.

"Ah. Would you two like to join me? No harm in making new friends, right?" he said. Omigod. Leonardo Da Vinci had just asked us to join him for lunch.

"Um, sure, I guess," I said.

"Wonderful! We'll just go over to the market over there and get something. If that's alright with you, Mr. Smith," Leonardo said.

"Yes, that's alright with me," the Doctor replied. Leonardo started walking. We followed. We had a pleasant lunch under a lovely gazebo-y thing and talked for what seemed like hours. But I evaded the underlying truth- Leonardo Da Vinci was brilliant, but not the best conversationalist. In other words, when he talked, he just didn't make sense. Sometimes he even sounded… dumb. AS we finished up, we bid him goodbye.

"Goodbye!" I said.

"I hope I shall see you two again… or just Mr. Smith. That would be alright, too," he said, making me, in that moment, hate him. He had just went out to lunch with us (and made us pay, every 15th century man knows the lady never pays), and now he was trying to flirt with the Doctor as we're leaving. The nerve of him! I mean, I'm fine with people being gay and all that, but you can't just do that. So I walked off without any further attempt at conversation and left him in our dust. The Doctor followed, even after only knowing me for a short while knowing better than to argue when I'm mad. As we came up to the TARDIS, I sat down on the little sort of step at the bottom. The Doctor sat down next to me.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"Why?" I asked.

"I'm sorry because he didn't live up to your expectations. The history books are rather glorified after all, and I should have warned you," he explained.

"Oh. That's okay. I just thought he would be more… you know," I said.

"I understand," he said, and as we stood up and stepped into the magical blue box that contained everything that ever was, I felt a little better knowing that one person, just one other person knew what I was talking about.

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