Disclaimer: I do not own the Doctor/Martha Jones/Ect. I only own my OC, Lyra Blu
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-Shakespeare's Room-
"I got you a room, Sir Doctor. You, Miss Blu, and Miss Jones are just across the landing." Dolly informed the Doctor and his companions.
Then she leaves.
"Poor Lynley. So many strange events. Not least of all, this land of Freedonia where a woman can be a doctor?" Shakespeare said, looking at Lyra and Martha.
"Where a woman can do what she likes." Martha said, smiling slightly.
"And you, Sir Doctor. How can a man so young have eyes so old?" Shakespeare asked the Doctor.
"I do a lot of reading." The Doctor simply replied.
"And Miss Lyra. You have old eyes as well."
Lyra rubs her arm nervously.
"I love reading just as the Doctor does." She smiled, hoping that was enough to hop off topic.
"A trite reply. Yeah, that's what I'd do." Shakespeare said, then looks at Martha.
"And you, you look at him like you're surprised they exist. They're as much of a puzzle to you as they are to me."
"I think we should say good night." Martha said, walking out of the room.
"I must work. I have a play to complete. But I'll get my answers tomorrow, Doctor, Lyra, and I'll discover more about you two and why this constant performance of yours." Shakespeare waved his hand at his table before looking back the two aliens in the doorway.
"All the world's a stage." The Doctor said in unison with Lyra. He glanced at her, annoyed by her mimicking.
"Hm, I might use that. Good night, Doctor, Lyra."
"Nighty-night Shakespeare." The Doctor walked out of the room with Lyra behind him.
-Bedroom-
Martha closed the cupboard as the Doctor and Lyra walked into the tiny room.
"It's not exactly five-star, is it?" She said, sheepishly laughing.
"Oh, it'll do. I've seen worse." The Doctor smiled a bit.
"Oh, have you?" Lyra asked, smirking.
The Doctor nodded to her. "Yep."
"I haven't even got a toothbrush." Martha laughed a little again.
"Ooh." The Doctor patted around the pockets of his shirt, finally pulling out a toothbrush for Martha.
"Contains Venusian spearmint."
"Where the bloody hell did you pull that out of?" Lyra asked, confused as dirt.
"My pocket." The Doctor replied, patting his right suit pocket.
"Oh. So they're bigger on the inside, huh?"
"Yep,"
"So, who's going where? I mean, there's only one bed." Martha asked, interrupting.
"We'll manage. C'mon." The Doctor said, laying down onto the bed, looking straight forward.
Lyra immediately lays next to him, eagerly.
He glanced at her, confused and surprised.
"So, magic and stuff. That's a surprise. It's a little bit 'Harry Potter'." Martha spat, standing next to the bed.
"Wait till you read Book Seven. Oh, I cried." The Doctor chuckled.
Lyra stifled a giggle.
"But is it real, though? I mean, witches, black magic and all that, it's real?" Martha asked, still standing.
"'Course it isn't!" The Doctor answered.
"Well, how am I supposed to know? I've only just started believing in time travel. Give me a break."
"Looks like witchcraft, but it isn't. Can't be. Are you gonna stand there all night?" The Doctor finally said, looking at Martha with a confused face.
Lyra stood up, sighing, allowing Martha to lay on the bed.
The Doctor and Martha looked at her, confused.
"I-I can sleep sitting on the chair." Lyra said, looking down, embarrassed.
Martha gave her a soft smile as she went to lay on the bed.
Lyra sat down on the chair next to the bed, watching Martha.
"Budge up a bit, then." Martha told the Doctor.
He shifted over a little, enough for Martha to lay.
"Sorry, there's not much room. Us two here, same bed. Tongues will wag." She smiled, sheepishly.
Lyra cringed a little, finding the thought disturbing.
She decided to try to get some sleep before you-know-what.
"There's such a thing as psychic energy but a human couldn't channel it like that. Not without a generator the size of Taunton and I think we'd have spotted that." The Doctor babbled on.
"No. There's something I'm missing, Martha." He turns on his side to look directly at Martha.
She turns to look at him as well.
"Something really close, staring me right in the face and I can't see it. Rose would know. A friend of mine, Rose. Right now, she'd say exactly the right thing." With that said, the Doctor turned back onto his back.
"Still, can't be helped. You're a novice, never mind. I'll take you back home tomorrow."
Lyra bit her lip, thinking about how Martha was feeling at the moment. Hurt, probably. Sad? Neglected?
"Great!" Martha shouted/not-shouted, turning on her opposite side to blow out the candle.
-A Couple Minutes Later-
Dolly's scream echoed through the inn.
The Doctor bolts up. Martha does too, soon after.
Lyra is still asleep though, breathing calmly as her head was layed back on the desk behind her.
Her green scarf was drapped along her arm which rested on the edge of the desk.
The Doctor looked at her affectionately before leaving the bedroom.
"Shouldn't we wake her?" Martha asked, following the Doctor across the landing.
"Nah. She'll wake eventually." The Doctor replied, continuing to walk.
-More Minutes Later-
Lyra woke softly as the smell of brew became present to her nose.
The smell snapped her awake.
"Wha-" She started but began to gawk at her surroundings.
She was in a house with a cauldron in the middle, blue brew bubbling in it.
Behind the cauldron were two witches who were glaring at Lyra with they're ugly, old eyes.
"Where am I?" Lyra shrieked, standing up.
Her arms were tied behind her back with ropes.
"Oh. So your finally awake, then?" Bloodtide asked, tilting her head.
"Y-Your. The witches. The three witches! Where's Lilith?" Lyra asked, looking around with wide, scared eyes.
"Oh. She knows about us. She probably knows what we are." Doomfinger whispered to her sister.
Lyra's Reshiannan senses picked up their whispers.
"Yeah. I know what you are." She informed, sitting back down on her chair which had been brough to the house with her.
The two witches looked at Lyra with surprised eyes.
"How did you hear us?" Bloodtide asked, confused.
"Oh, I have the hearing of a rabbit." Lyra smirked.
"Your...not human...are you?" Doomfinger asked, pointing her finger at the Reshiannan girl before her.
"I'm human. I'm human." Lyra lied, hoping it would convince them.
"Hmm. Well. Good hearing is common among humans. No need to worry." Bloodtide said to her sister, calming down.
Lilith walked into the room to see Lyra and her sisters.
"Ah. The girl is awake." She confirmed, nodding.
"Yes." Doomfinger replied.
"It was a statement." Lilith looked at her old sister.
She then puts a hand to her head.
"What is this? I must see." She walked over to the cauldron. The cauldron's blue water showed the image of Peter Street and the Doctor.
"That stranger, he was at the inn with Shakespeare. I thought then he smelt of something new." Lilith confirmed, sneering.
"Now he visits the madhouse. The architect!" Bloodtide announced, alarmed.
"Peter, I'm the Doctor. Go into the past, one year ago. Let your mind go back, back to when everything was fine and shining. Everything that happened in this year since happened to somebody else. It was just a story. A winter's tale. Let go. Listen. That's it, just let go." The Doctor said, placing his hands on Peter's temple, then laying Peter down.
"Tell me the story, Peter. Tell me about the witches."
"Who is this Doctor? Why does he come now at our time of glory?" Lilith asked, then turned to Doomfinger.
"Doomfinger, transport yourself. Doom the Doctor. Doom his hide." Lilith ordered.
"Hiiieeeede." Doomfinger repeated before walking into the other room.
The conversation going on inside the asylum is not understandable for a bit due to the cackling of the two witches that remained behind.
"Shush! I'm trying to listen!" Lyra shouted, trying to use her Reshiannan hearing. The words were still blocked out by the cackling.
"We do not take orders from someone as weak as you!" Lilith and her sister continued to cackle louder.
The cackling subsides and the words are clear.
"Witch! I'm seeing a witch!" Shakespeare said, alarmed.
"Who would be next, hmm? Just one touch." Doomfinger taunted, waving her finger around.
Lilith and Bloodtide cackle just a little bit more.
"Oh, oh, I'll stop your frantic hearts. Poor, fragile mortals." Doomfinger taunts more.
Martha races to the gates, screaming. "Let us out! LET US OUT!"
"That's not gonna work. The whole building's shouting that." The Doctor informed her.
"Who will die first, hmm?" Doomfinger asked, looking around.
"Well, if you're looking for volunteers." The Doctor volunteered, walking forward.
Lyra scoffed, looking through the water.
The Doctor's face seemed to light us as if he remembered something.
He probably had forgotten about leaving Lyra in the inn. He was wondering if she had awoke yet.
"Doctor, can you stop her?" Shakespeare asked, scared.
"No mortal has power over me." Doomfinger informed, laughing a bit.
"Oh, but there's a power in words. If I can find the right one — if I can just know you..." The Doctor said, eagerly bouncing.
"None on Earth has knowledge of us." Doomfinger smiled, enjoying the Doctor's efforts.
"Carrionites. Carrionites. Carrionites." Lyra whispered, not letting Lilith and Bloodtide hear her, bouncing eagerly as the Doctor was.
"Then it's a good thing I'm here. Now think, think, think... Humanoid female, uses shapes and words to channel energy... ah, 14! That's it! 14! The 14 stars of the Rexel planetary configuration!" The Doctor exclaimed in realization.
Doomfinger made a mad face at him, taking a breath.
"Creature I name you...CARRIONITE!" The Doctor exclaimed loudly, pointing at Doomfinger.
She wailed and disappeared.
The cauldron's image blurred and turned back into regular, blue liquid. No image at all.
Doomfinger stumbled into the witch house, gasping.
"He knows us! He spoke our name!" She informed, gasping for air.
"Then he will know death. He will perish at my hand. My mothers, the time approaches. You must away to the Globe. Go! I will join you. As soon as this Doctor screams his last. Or his beloved companion will die." Lilith looked over at Lyra, cackling. Her sisters soon joined her.
Lyra gasped, looking at them as they advanced on her.
Next thing she knew, she was tied completely against a pole, unable to scream or speak from the tie in her mouth.
She was looking up at the witches with teary eyes. She hated when things that didn't happen in the episode happened in real life.
Bloodtide and Doomfinger leave to witness the play, leaving Lilith with Lyra.
A little later, Lyra's ears pick up a conversation outside the house. She does her best to smile. She knows it's the Doctor and Martha.
But what worried Lyra is that the Doctor forgot to check up on her back at the inn. He thought she was still there.
The front door to the house creaks open.
The Doctor and Martha entered the house and go into the room Lyra and Lilith were in.
"I take it we're expected." The Doctor said, not noticing Lyra in the corner.
"Oh, my God. Lyra!" Martha yelled, surprised, pointing at Lyra in the corner.
Lyra wiggles around a little bit, tears flowing from her face.
The Doctor took a deep gasp when his eyes rested on poor Lyra.
"I should have known you'd go after her." He growled to Lilith.
"Mmmhm." Lilith didn't register the rage in the Time Lord's voice.
"Oh, I think Death has been waited for you a very long time." Lilith finally said.
"Right then, it's my turn." Martha stepped forward, pointing to Lilith.
"I know how to do this."
"I name thee...Carrionite!" Martha exclaimed, looking crazily at Lilith.
Lilith gasps but then snickered.
"What did I do wrong? Was it the finger?" Martha asked, confused.
"The power of a name works only once. Observe." Lilith explained, pointing to Lyra.
"Don't!" The Doctor shouted.
"Lyra!" Martha yelled, advancing a bit.
"I gaze upon this little girl, meaning you, now I name you Lyra Blu!" Lilith exclaimed.
Lyra gasped, her eyes rolling back as she falls unconscious.
"Lyra!" The Doctor and Martha scream in unison.
"What have you done?" The Doctor asked, hid rage about to dive off the diving board.
"Only sleeping, alas. Curious, the name has less impact. She's somehow out of her time. And as for you, Sir Doctor!" Lilith looked at her finger, curiously, then points to the Doctor with crazily determined eyes.
"Fascinating. There is no name. Why would a man hide his title in such despair? Oh, but look. There's still one word with the power that aches." Lilith tilts her head at the Doctor but then backs up a little, smirking.
"The naming won't work on me." The Doctor informed, standing tall.
"But your heart grows cold. The north wind blows and carries down the distant... Rose." Lilith finished with a wide-eyed, crazy look at the Doctor.
"Oh, big mistake 'cos that name keeps me fighting! The Carrionites vanished! Where did you go?" The Doctor stepped up to Lilith, angrily asking his question.
Lyra began to regain a bit of consciousness.
"The Eternals found the right word to banish us into deep darkness." Lilith explained, turning around, not noticing Lyra had awoken.
"How did you escape?" The Doctor asked.
"New words. New and glittering-" Lilith began.
"Words don't glitter, bitch." Lyra snarled, trying her best to each for her sonic.
The three looked down at Lyra, surprised.
Lyra whipped out her sonic weakly and turned it on, pointing it to the wooden rafters.
The sonic blinked and stopped working.
"Doesn't work on wood. Shit." Lyra muttered, her head falling disappointed onto the wooden floor.
"Good try." Lilith congratulated.
"Let her go." The Doctor demanded.
"No." Lilith replied.
"Let. Her. Go." The Doctor demanded again, rage boiling up.
"How can I pay attention to your words, Doctor, considering my enemy has such a handsome shape?" Lilith pulled the Doctor closer and stroked the Doctor's hair seductively.
"Now, that's one form of magic that's definitely not gonna work on me." The Doctor glared down at Lilith.
"Oh, we'll see." Lilith chuckled, snipping a bit of the Doctor's hair. She pulled back towards the window.
"What did you do?" The Doctor asked, cautiously rubbing his head.
"Gave you a haircut." Lyra mumbled loudly, her face still staring at the floor.
"Souvenir." Lilith snickered, waving the bits of hair around.
"Give it back!" The Doctor ordered, advancing on Lilith.
Lilith pulled back and the window opened wide as she flew out and hung in the air.
"Well, that's just cheating." The Doctor mumbled, looking over the edge of the window.
"Behold, Doctor. Men to Carrionites are nothing but puppets." Lilith smiled and pulled the voodoo doll out of her cloth. She then attached the Doctor's hair onto it and held it out of show off.
"Now, you might call that magic... I'd call that a DNA replication module." The Doctor babbled a bit.
"WHO GIVES A SHIT?!" Lyra screamed, looking up at the Doctor, annoyed.
The Doctor looked at her in surprise. His eyes showed that he was hurt from Lyra's sudden outburst.
"Lyra..." The Doctor whispered.
"I'm sorry, Doctor. My face on the floor has kind of ticked me off. Martha?" Lyra apologized.
Martha nodded and walked over to Lyra and untied her.
Lyra rubbed her wrist and cracked her neck, rushed back over to the Doctor.
She gave him a hug and he gave her one back.
Lilith stuck her tongue out.
"Right. DNA replication module." The Doctor turned back to Lilith.
"What use is your science now?" Lilith asked.
She took out a pickle and stabbed the voodoo doll hard. Then she flew away.
The Doctor let out a cry as he fell onto the floor.
"Oh my God! Doctor! Don't worry, I've got you." Martha exclaimed, holding the Doctor.
"Don't worry, Martha. He has two hearts. He's fine." Lyra smiled a little.
The Doctor opens his eyes and looks at Lyra.
"You're making a habit of this." He told her, getting up.
He limped back to the ground.
"Ahh!" He exclaimed, making a strange face.
"'ve only got one heart working. How do you people cope? I've got to get the other one started." He straightened up.
"Hit me. Hit me on the chest." He exclaimed.
Lyra folder her hands and bashed them against the Doctor's left chest.
He exclaimed.
"On the back! On the back!"
Lyra let Martha bash her hands into the Doctor's back.
She did.
The Doctor exclaimed one last time before standing back up.
"Ahh, lovely!"
He heads towards the exit.
"There we go! Ba-da-boom! Well, what are you standing there for? Come one! The Globe!"
Lyra has a giggle fit as Martha helps her stand up to follow the idiotic Time Lord out.
Yup! There we go! The Carrionites! *le gasp* They kidnapped Lyra! Well! Enough dwelling on the past! Time to smash your head into the future! I'm not sure if I spelled "Carrionite" right. :I
Next Chapter: Eager to put a stop to the Carrionites wicked plans, the Doctor and his companions face the Carrionites in their time of glory! Find out what happens next when I upload the next chapter; which may take some time!
-DoubleHeartedHuman