A/N: I could say that I've been busy, but that would only be partially true. I've actually had a terrible case of writer's block, at least when I tried to continue writing Elementary.

This is the tenth chapter, and I decided to try something different. I hope you enjoy.

ROMEO:
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and my love art the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she.
Be not her maid, since she is envious;
Her vestal livery is but sick and green
And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
It is my lady, O, it is my love!

[Enter TARDIS]

ROMEO:
Indeed, what be this strange sound,
That dances 'pon mine ear?
The sound of my love is more melodious indeed,
Were it that I could hear that,
For I would choose the sound of my love over the sound of all else,
Be it the wind, the birds or the song of the river.

[Enter The Doctor and River Song]

RIVER:
Indeed, did thou speakst mine name?

DOCTOR:
[facepalms] No, don't do that. Just... don't.

RIVER:
I shall do as I choose, lover mine.

DOCTOR:
Oh, very well. [clears throat]
Indeed, beneath the stars upon an evening fine,
My self and my lover dear stroll under the sky.
But however, the eve is not so devoid as we had believed,
Nay, there be other souls about,
Dancing beneath the moon.
Pray tell, dear fellow,
What is about, at this finest of hours?

ROMEO:
With love's light wings did I o'er perch these walls,
For stony limits cannot hold love out,
Indeed, I am here upon this eve,
To meet with my love, a quest fair indeed.
For she is the sun, the moon and the stars,
Nay, she is beyond even that,
For they pale in shame when she is about.

RIVER:
Thou art truly smitten, nay?
Forsooth, what is the name of thy love?
It is Juliet, is it not?

ROMEO:
I do not know of whom you speak.
Unless it be the Juliet of the Capulets,
A name despised by all mine family.
But perhaps not, for Juliet be a common name.
There be many a Juliet, and many a Romeo in the world.
But my love, she has a name unique.
If names were flowers, hers would be a red rose,
Within a field of plain daisies;
And smell just as sweet.

[Enter Lady Annabellaine Saint Rose-Marie]

ANNABELLAINE:
Prithee, 'tis a fine-eth eve.
Indeed, my name be-eth Lady Annabellaine Saint Rose-Marie.
And 'tis certainly not plain and common.
As I am myself, not plain and common.
Gadzooks, Romeo!
Who-eth be these two strangers?

DOCTOR:
Fair [coughs] fair Lady Annabellaine, I am the Doctor, and this be my wife, River Song.

ROMEO:
Thou art a Doctor? Doctor who?

ANNABELLAINE:
Nay Romeo, you sayeth 'Doctor whom?'

ROMEO:
Indeed, as always, thou art correct, my love.
Doctor whom?

DOCTOR:
At all times I am referred to as Doctor.
A title simply; no true name have I.
But indeed, what is in a name?
A Rose would smell as sweet were she...it named differently.

RIVER SONG:
I shall pretend I did not hear that.

DOCTOR:
What a merry meeting this is!
Indeed, the four of us gathered beneath starlight,
'Tis not mere chance my friends, 'tis fate.
Fate, what a curious mistress.
Like unto a shark, but not so.
Nay, like unto a clock, but not so.
However, I digress from what I wish to convey;
Indeed, 'tis fate which compels me to do this. [throws Spork]

ANNABELLAINE:
Nay, Doctor! Though hast brought-eth mine destruction.
What hast thou done-eth?!
[Exit, pursued by Spork]

ROMEO:
What witchcraft was it,
That had cast this cloak over my eyes?
Indeed, I was drawn like moth to flame,
And found flame was naught.
I thank thee, and thank thee again, Doctor.
May you and all your kind be blessed through the ages.

DOCTOR:
My kind?

ROMEO:
Doctors, of all kinds,
Indeed, now I trust them beyond anyone else.
The night is yet young, and I take my leave;
Juliet, oh Juliet!
Wherefore art thou, Juliet?
[Exit]

RIVER:
'Twas a successful mission, nay Doctor?

DOCTOR:
They're both going to die.

RIVER:
Oh.

[Exeunt]

A/N: I think I just wrote 'indeed' more times in this chapter than I have in the rest of mine life.
Also, you'd probably be hard pressed to find someone inserting a Mary Sue into Shakespeare canon in the entire history of fan fiction. I mean, who would do that? (besides me?)
Hope you enjoyed, leave-eth a comment.
[Exit TwentyRings]