Disclaimer: I do not own the Doctor/Martha Jones/Ect. I only own my OC, Lyra Blu

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The three time travelers hurry through the streets, it the wrong direction.

"We're going the wrong way!" Lyra yells after the Doctor.

"No, we're not!" He replies, running ahead.

After a bit, the trio come running back through the same street.

"We're going the wrong way!" The Doctor clarified running into an alley way.

-Just outside the Globe-

The Doctor stops running at a street corner with Martha behind.

Above the globe, evil-looking clouds swirl in random patterns. A red light flashes through the sky.

Lyra comes running from behind them, ignoring that they had stopped and ran towards the globe.

"Stage door!" She called back.

The Doctor and Martha ran after her.

-Inside the Globe-

The trio ran into the room where Shakespeare was rubbing his head.

"Stop the play! I think that was it. Yeah, I said, "Stop the play"!" The Doctor shouted at him.

"I hit my head." Shakespeare replies.

Sissy. Lyra thought, smiling.

"Yeah, don't rub it, you'll go bald." The Doctor warned.

More screams could be heard from out front.

"That's our cue!" Lyra ran out with her friends following close behind.

-Stage-

The clouds are darker and redder now, swirling viciously around in madness. The three Carrionites cackle away.

Lilith looks down, spotting the Doctor.

"The Doctor! He lives! Then watch this world become a blasted heath! They come! They come!" She continues to cackle with her sisters as the resurrected Carrionites fly around wildly.

"Come on, Will! History needs you!" The Doctor yelled to Shakespeare, grabbing him.

"But what can I do?" Shakespeare asked, looking surprised.

"Reverse it!"

"How am I supposed to do that?"

"The shape of the Globe gives words power, but you're the wordsmith, the one true genius. The only man clever enough to do it!"

"But what words? I have none ready!" Shakespeare looked over at the three sisters in the box.

"You're William Shakespeare!" The Doctor pointed to Shakespeare.

"But these Carrionite phrases, the need such precision!" Shakespeare complained.

"Just do it, you big wuss! The words just come to you, don't they? Think!" Lyra yelled at Shakespeare, holding onto Martha.

Shakespeare looks back up at the Carrionites and begins his speech.

"Close up this den of hateful, dire decay! Decomposition of your witches' plot! You thieve my brains, consider me your toy. My doting Doctor tells me I am not!"

"No! Words of power!" Lilith shouted, alarmed.

"Foul Carrionite spectres, cease your show! Between the points..." Shakespeare looked to his friends for numbers.

"7-6-1-3-9-0!" The Doctor and Lyra shout in unison.

"7-6-1-3-9-0! And banished like a tinker's cuss, I say to thee..." Shakespeare looked back at his friends again.

"Expelliarmus!" Lyra squealed, bouncing up and down like a child on Christmas morning who'd gotten a mountain of presents the size of Mt. Everest.

"Expelliarmus!" The Doctor and Martha yelled.

"Expelliarmus!" Shakespeare finished, waving his arm out.

"GOOD OL' JK!" The Doctor screamed with Lyra, excitedly.

"The deep darkness! They are consumed! Noooo!" Lilith screams with her sisters as the red and black clouds speed up, to fast for them.

All the copies of "Love's Labours Won" burst through the stage doors, swirling wildly in the wind as they circle up into the sky.

"'Love's Labours Won'. There it goes." The Doctor stated, looking up.

Lyra came over to him with Martha and just stood there, watching it all go.

The clouds disappear in a red and white explosion in the sky as the sky clears up.

The stunned audience gasps in relief but then they start to applaud and cheer like madness.

Lyra follows the Doctor as he heads out the stage door.

-Back Stage-

The two aliens walks through the dress area, looking around.

"Um. Sorry I left you." The Doctor apologized, picking up a lacy neck brace, clamping it around his neck.

"Don't worry about it." Lyra waved her hand at him.

"No, Lyra. You could have been seriously hurt." The Doctor looked at her, sadness and worry in his eyes.

"I said don't worry, Doctor. I could take care of myself. No need to worry at all." Lyra tried to reassure him, picking up a white skull thing.

"Whats this?" She asked, examining it.

The Doctor tilted his heads motions for her to throw it to him. Lyra did.

The Doctor examined it as well, turning it over and around in confusion.

"Hmm."

Lyra takes it from his hands, pulling her sonic out from behind her ear to flick the light on and scan over the skull.

"What are the Obsolete?" She asked, looking at the Doctor.

The Doctor pondered this name for a second.

He shrugged, taking the skull back into his arms.

Lyra pulled out her phone, trying to check the time.

She scoffed.

"Seems my phone doesn't do 1599 time."

"Um. Pass it here." The Doctor put down the Obsolete skull.

Lyra throws her phone gently over to the Doctor who caught it and scanned his own sonic over it.

He handed it back to Lyra.

"There. Now your phone has correct timing for any time period on any planet. AND you can call anyone in space or time. Like, you could call your mum and she'd pick up and she'd be alive in her time period and..." The Doctor stopped speaking when he saw the saddened face of Lyra.

She fought back tears to think of her dead, adoptive mum.

"Oh. Lyra, I'm sorry. I'd forgotten." The Doctor sighed, pulling Lyra into a hug.

She wrapped her arms around him and held tightly.

The Doctor gently kissed the top of her head.

Lyra took a deep breath and parted, picking the Obsolete skull back up and heading out.

"I-It's morning now. Suns up." She called back.

The Doctor looked a bit dazed as he followed Lyra out.

-Stage-

The Doctor and Lyra emerge from back stage.

The Doctor is still wearing the neck brace. Lyra continued to hold the Obsolete skull.

"Good props store back there! I'm not sure about this though." The Doctor smile faded when he picked the skull out of Lyra's hands. She gave a huff of annoyance and walked on.

"Reminds me of the Sycorax."

"Sycorax. Nice word. I'll have that off you as well." Shakespeare informed.

"I should be on 10%. How's your head?" The Doctor asked, walking over to his friend.

"Still aching." Shakespeare replied.

The Doctor took off his neck brace and latched it around Shakespeare's neck.

"Here, I got you this. Neck brace. Wear that for a few days till it's better, although you might wanna keep it. It suits you." The Doctor made a face showing he was happy with the results.

"What about the play?" Martha asked, looking up.

"Gone. I looked all over — every single copy of 'Love's Labours' Won went up in the sky." The Doctor replied, looking around.

"My lost masterpiece." Shakespeare sighed.

"You could write it up again." Martha suggested, nudging Shakespeare.

"Not to sure about that, Shakey. Those words still contain power." Lyra informed, patting Shakespeare's back.

Shakespeare looked back at Martha.

"Shakey?" He mouthed.

"Her nickname for you, I guess." Martha replied, silently.

"Yep. Thats one hell of a nickname, ey Shakey?" Lyra asked, beaming.

Shakespeare looked up at her in surprise but shrugged it off.

"Oh, I've got new ideas. Perhaps it's time I wrote about fathers and sons. In memory of my boy — my precious Hamnet." He smile a bit.

"Hamnet?" Martha asked.

"That's him." Shakespeare clarified.

"Ham-net?" Martha asked again.

"A little rude, Martha." Lyra informed, rocking on her heels.

"Anyway, time we were off. I've got a nice attic in the TARDIS where this lot can scream for all eternity and I've gotta take Martha back to Freedonia." The Doctor explained, looking down at the Carrionite crystal ball in his hand.

"You mean travel on through time and space." Shakespeare pointed out.

"You what?" The Doctor asked, a bit dazed.

"You and Miss Lyra are from another world like the Carrionites and Martha is from the future. It's not hard to work out."

"That's... incredible. You are incredible." The Doctor stammered in amazement.

Lyra stood neutral.

"We're alike in many ways, Doctor. Martha, let me say goodbye to you in a new verse. A sonnet for my Dark Lady. Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate—-" Shakespeare was cut off when two of his friends ran into the Globe.

"Will! Will! You'll never believe it! She's here! She's turned up!" Kempe informed, yelling excitedly.

"We're the talk of the town. She heard about last night! She wants us to perform it again." Dick smiled away.

"Who?" Martha asked.

"Her Majesty! She's here!" Dick informed.

A fanfare sounded and Queen Elizabeth I entered the Globe.

"Queen Elizabeth the first!" The Doctor exclaimed, happily.

"Doctor!" Elizabeth exclaimed, annoyed.

"What?"

"And his girlfriend! My sworn enemies." Elizabeth shot Lyra look who shot one back.

"What?"

"Off with their heads!" Elizabeth demanded.

Her guards advanced on the three time travelers.

"What?!"

"Never mind 'what', just run! See you, Will! And thanks!" Martha began to run out the other door, followed closely by Lyra,

The Doctor turned and ran after his companions.

-Streets-

The trio run through the crowds of people towards the TARDIS as the guards run after them.

"Stop in the name of the queen!"

"What have you done to upset her?!" Martha asked, alarmed.

"How should I know? Haven't even met her yet. That's time travel for you! Still, can't wait to find out." The Doctor smiled like a goofball, standing in the TARDIS door after his companions had already entered.

Lyra pulled the Doctor into the TARDIS, shutting the door.

The Doctor bounded up to the console and began messing with it.

"So. Where next?" He asked, beaming at his companions.

Alriiight! Sorry I take forever to upload more chapters! I've been infected with a strong stream of Writer's Block, aside from that, I have a fever, and my Dad left us. I heard he's already got a new girlfriend. ;_; Thats right. Be sad for me. :I

**No more summaries. I'm horrible at it**

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