Disclaimer: I do not own the Doctor/Martha Jones/Ect. I only own my OC, Lyra Blu
A/N: I'M SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING THIS SOONER! DON'T THROW UMBRELLAS AT ME!
Lyra stepped towards the console after her shower.
She was wearing a pair of tight, blue jeans. A unzipped, cyan sweater, a show with one word on it; "it". On her feet were her blue converse and around her neck was her light green scarf. Upon her nose was her brown, wire-rimmed glasses. Behind her ear was her very own sonic screwdriver she had always kept with her. Her butt-length, brown hair rolled down her back.
The Doctor and Martha stood next to the console.
"We've just landed." The Doctor informed Lyra.
"I could tell. All that tumbling around." Lyra grumbled, sitting on the jump seat.
"Whats wrong?" Martha asked, sitting next to her.
"I almost cracked my head open, that's what. Doctor. You need to fly this thing a little...less bumpy." I spat, angrily.
"Oh, I'm sorry." The Doctor apologized, sincerely.
"Well! Like I said! We've landed! Outside this door-" The Doctor paused for a second. "Brave new world." His smile was like no other. Idiotic.
"Where are we?" Martha asked, nervously smiling.
"Take a look." The Doctor opened the TARDIS doors as Lyra and Martha approached him.
"After you."
The Doctor, Lyra, and Martha step out of the TARDIS in 1599. Elizabethan Street. People are walking around the TARDIS, ignoring it's presence.
"Oh, you are kidding me. You are so kidding me. Oh, my God! We did it. We travelled in time!" Martha gasped at the sight of the old town.
"Where are we? No, sorry. I gotta get used to this whole new language. When are we?"
"GARDZELOO!" A man in a window shouts, pouring a bucket out of it.
The Doctor grabs onto Lyra and pulls her back.
The contents of the bucket land where she was standing.
"Somewhere before the invention of the toilet. Sorry about that." The Doctor apologized to Lyra.
"I've seen worse. I've worked the late night shift at A&E." Martha added.
The Doctor walks ahead with Lyra a bit.
"But are we safe? I mean, can we move around and stuff?" Martha asked, worried.
"Of course we can. Why do you ask?" The Doctor asked with his reply, making a strange face at Martha.
"It's like in the films. You step on a butterfly; you change the future of the human race." Martha sounded a little serious.
"Well, tell you what then, don't step on any butterflies. What have butterflies ever done to you?"
I snorted, chuckling at how funny the question was.
The Doctor and Martha looked at me strangely.
I stopped laughing and put my serious face on. "Inside joke." I replied.
"What if, I dunno, what if I kill my grandfather?" Martha asks as the trio walk along the road,
"Are you planning to? I know a guy who could help you." Lyra looked at Martha, almost awestruck by her question.
The Doctor nudged Lyra's side.
"No." Martha replied to Lyra.
"Well then." Lyra bites her lip to continue walking.
"This is London?" Martha asked.
Geez. How many questions does she ask? I thought to myself, rather rudely.
"I think so. Right about...oooh... 1599." The Doctor answered.
"Oh, but hold on. Am I all right? I'm not gonna get carted off as a slave, am I?"
"Why would they do that?"
"Not exactly white, in case you haven't noticed."
"We're not even human." The Doctor looks at me. "Just walk about like you own the place. Works for me. Besides, you'd be surprised. Elizabethan England, not so different from your time. Look over there." He points to a man who was shoveling manure into a bucket.
"They've got recycling." The Doctor continues
He then points to a couple of guys around a water barrel, talking.
"Water cooler movement."
The trio walk past a preaching man.
"... and the world will be consumed by flame!" The preaching man tells.
"Global warming." The Doctor runs a little ahead, turning to Lyra and Martha.
"Aaand...entertainment!" He turned around to look for something.
"Popular entertainment for the masses. If I'm right, we're just down the river by Southwark right next to..." He runs around a corner and stops.
Lyra and Martha run after him.
"Oh, yes, the Globe Theatre! Brand new. Just opened. Through, strictly speaking, it's not a globe; it's a tetra-decagon — 14 sides — containing the man himself." The Doctor smiled at the two awestruck girls who were following him.
"Whoa, you don't mean... is Shakespeare in there?" Martha asked, gasping slightly.
"Oh, yes!"
The Doctor turned back to the globe and extended his arms for his companions to grab on.
"Miss Blu and Miss Jones, will you two accompany me to the theatre?"
"Mr. Smith, we will!" Lyra and Martha said in union.
"When you get home, you can tell everyone you've seen Shakespeare." The trio walked off towards the theatre.
"Then I could get sectioned!" Martha said, sarcastically.
-Inside the Theatre-
The whole room is packed with people who are applauding, laughing, and cheering for the actors on stage.
"That's amazing! Just amazing. It's worth putting up with the smell. And those are men dressed as women, yeah?" Martha pointed to the actors on stage, smiling.
"London never changes." The Doctor replied.
I snorted to myself a little.
"Where's Shakespeare? I wanna see Shakespeare!" Martha raised her fist to cheer.
Lyra followed her actions.
In union they shouted.
"AUTHOR! AUTHOR!"
They both suddenly stopped.
"Do people shout that? Do they shout "Author"?" Lyra asked, embarrassed.
A man behind Martha starts shouting the same thing.
Soon, the entire theatre was shouting "Author", summoning Shakespeare onto the stage.
Shakespeare dashed out from behind the set and takes a bow, blowing kisses to the crowd in the most ridiculous outfit ever.
The audience goes absolutely bonkers.
Lyra glances around, happily, but her eyes stop on a woman alone in a box, dressing in expensive clothing. She looked almost royal.
"Genius. He's a genius - THE genius. The most human Human that's ever been. Now we're gonna hear him speak. Always, he chooses the best words. New, beautiful, brilliant words." The Doctor was fanboying over Shakespeare.
"Ah, shut your big fat mouths!" Shakespeare shouted to the crowed, who was laughing like crazy.
"Oh, well..." The Doctor lowers his arm, disappointed.
"You should never meet your heroes." Martha smiled.
"You have excellent taste! I'll give you that." Shakespeare said, but suddenly pointed to a man in the audience. "Oh, that's a wig!"
The people around the man look at him and begin laughing again.
The woman in the box takes a small voodoo doll out of her pocket and twirls her fingers in the hair attached to it, chanting something.
"Wind the craft of ancient harm. The time approaches for our charm."
Lyra's eyes are trained on her, not paying any attention to the play.
The woman glances at Lyra, who quickly looks back at the set, nonchalantly.
"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." Shakespeare announced, sarcastically.
Lyra glances back at the lone woman who was now kissing the top of the doll, looking straight at Shakespeare.
Shakespeare suddenly straightens up.
The crowed murmurs a few things, nervously.
"When?" He began. "Tomorrow night!"
The crowed went wild once again.
Lyra looks back at the stage, trying to push the thoughts about the woman away.
The cast on the stage look stunned at Shakespeare's announcement.
"The première of my brand new play. A sequel, no less, and I call it 'Loves Labour's Won'!" He announces.
The crowed. Goes. Insane. With. Cheering.
The Doctor and Lyra remain silent as Martha cheers along with the audience.
-Elizabethan Street-
The crowed of people are murmuring to each other about the play. The Doctor, Lyra, and Martha swim through the crowded street, staying together.
"I'm not an expert, but I've never heard of 'Loves Labour's Won'." Martha wondered out loud.
"It's the lost play. It shows up in a list of Shakespeare's plays but never turns up. No one knows why." Lyra explained, rather suddenly.
The Doctor seems impressed.
"Have you got a mini-disk or something?" Martha asked.
I reached my arm out to her.
"I'm just going to stop you there, hun, because it's never going to happen."
Martha turned away, grumbling something to herself as she continued to walk.
"Well, how come it disappeared in the first place?" Martha asked, curious.
"Well, I was just gonna give you a quick little trip in the TARDIS but I suppose we could stay a bit longer." The Doctor said, ignoring Martha's question.
-The Elephant Inn-
The trio of time travelers walk into the doorway in which Shakespeare was in, chatting about his new play with him comrades.
The Doctor knocks on the wooden frame.
"Excuse me! We're not interrupting, are we? Mr. Shakespeare, isn't it?" The Doctor asked, with his goofy-yet-cute smile.
"Oh no, no, no, no. Who let you in? No autographs. 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—-" Shakespeare began, annoyed.
His eyes laid on Martha.
"Hey, nonny nonny. Sit right down here next to me." He pointed to the chairs next to him. "You two get sewing on them costumes. Off you go." He waved his friends away.
"Come on, lads. I think our Will's found his new muse." Dolly Bailey said, picking up the cups on the table.
The trio sits down with Shakespeare.
"Sweet lady." Shakespeare said to Martha. "Such unusual cloths. So...fitted."
"Um, verily, forsooth, egads." Martha blurts.
The Doctor and Lyra look at her.
"No, no, don't do that. Don't."
He then unfolds the psychic paper out to Shakespeare who looks at it strangely.
"I'm Sir Doctor of TARDIS and these are my companions. Lyra Blu and Martha Jones." The introduces himself and his companions.
"Interesting, that bit of paper. It's blank." Shakespeare points to the paper.
The Doctor's face turns into his goofy smile as he lowers the paper. Martha leans towards it to get a good look.
"Oh, that's... very clever. That proves it. Absolute genius."
"No, it says so right there. Sir Doctor, Lyra Blu, Martha Jones. It says so." Martha points to the paper.
"And I say it's blank." Shakespeare said, rather rudely.
"Psychic paper. Um, long story. Oh, I hate starting from scratch." The Doctor groans as he puts the paper away.
"Psychic. Never heard that before and words are my trade. Who are you exactly? Whats the point? Who is your delicious blackamoor lady?" Shakespeare looks at Martha with a stupid look.
"What did you say?" Martha scoffed at Shakespeare.
"Oops. Isn't that a word we use nowadays? An Ethiop girl? A swarth? A Queen of Afric..." Shakespeare backs up.
"I can't believe I'm hearing this." Martha gaped.
"It's political correctness gone mad. Um, Lyra and Martha from a far-off land. Freedonia." The Doctor replied suddenly.
A large man suddenly enters the room, rudely.
"Excuse me. Hold hard a moment." Lynley ordered.
"This is abominable behavior A new play with no warning? I demand to see a script, Mr Shakespeare. As Master of the Revels, every new script must be registered at my office and examined by me before it can be performed." Lynley babbled on.
"Tomorrow morning, first thing, I'll send it 'round." Shakespeare promised, looking annoyed.
"I don't work to your schedule, you work to mine. The script, now!" Lynley ordered, loudly.
"I can't." Shakespeare replied, exaggeration his "t".
"Then tomorrow's performance is cancelled."
A young maid girl who was standing by the door looked alarmed as she left the room in haste.
"It's all go, 'round here, isn't it?" Martha mumbles.
"I'm returning to my office for a banning order. If it's the last thing I do, 'Love's Labours Won' will never be played." And with that, Lynley left the room.
"Well, then... mystery solved. That's 'Love's Labours Won' over and done with. Thought it might be something more, you know... more mysterious." Martha wanted mysterious. She's going to get mysterious.
The group of four hear Lynley suddenly gag from outside.
They all quickly race out of the building to where Lynley had spun around, spitting water from his mouth.
"It's that Lynley bloke." Lyra pointed out.
"What's wrong with him? Leave it to me— I'm a doctor." The Doctor rushed to Lynley, holding him up.
"So am I...Near enough." Martha aids the Doctor.
Lyra's ears perk up as she hears whispering from inside the Inn. Her Reshiannan senses picked up the soft sounds.
She went inside and snuck around a corner to find the young maid girl holding a doll in a bucket of water.
She suddenly pulls the doll up.
"And stop the heart." The young girl stabs a sharp piece of metal into the heart of the doll.
Lyra hears Lynley screaming.
"Eternal sleep is thine." The maid said, smiling.
Lyra raced back out to see Lynley laying on the ground, Martha was trying to get Lynley going. The Doctor dashed to Dolly Bailey.
"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." The Doctor told Dolly.
Lyra walked up next to Martha.
"Yes, sir." Dolly turned to call the constable but was stopped by the maid.
Lyra's head snapped in the maid's direction.
"I'll do it, ma'am." The maid says.
Lyra rushed up to Dolly.
"I think best an adult calls." She pointed out.
Dolly agrees with me and rushes past the maid.
Lyra looked over at the maid and smirked before turning back to the Doctor and Martha.
"Witchcraft." The Doctor finished saying before he turned to get Lyra.
There you have it. The Doctor, Lyra, and Martha went to see Shakespeare but their fun turned to suspicion after the announcement of "Loves Labour's Won."
Next Chapter: Shakespeare Code: Part 2
The trio are determined to discover the truth behind "Love Labour's Won". While doing so, they meet the Carrionites who are bent on destroying the world. What will happen? You'll find out. You can't rush a genius.
-DoubleHeartedHuman