𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙊𝙛 𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙚 ✧ 𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 Ⅰ [✓]

The Shakespeare Code Pt. 2

The Doctor, {Y/N} and Martha all walk into a tavern of some sorts when suddenly the Doctor spots Shakespeare and walks over to him.

"Hello! Excuse me, not interrupting, am I? Mister Shakespeare, isn't it?" the Doctor asks.

"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" he looks up and spots Martha "hey. Sit right down here next to me. You two get sewing on them costumes. Off you go" Shakespeare waves the three people he was sitting with away from the table.

"Come on, lads. I think our William's found his new muse" the three men chuckle and walk off.

"Sweet lady" Shakespeare says looking at Martha, they all sit at the table "such unusual clothes. So, fitted."

"Er, verily, forsooth, egads" Martha says.

"No, no, don't do that. Don't" {Y/N} says quietly, the Doctor pulls out the psychic paper, and shows Shakespeare.

"I'm Sir Doctor of TARDIS, these are my companions, Miss Martha Jones, and Mrs {Y/N}."

Interesting, that bit of paper. It's blank" Shakespeare says.

"Oh, that's very clever. That proves it. Absolute genius" {Y/N} says.

"No, it says so right there. Sir Doctor, Martha Jones, {Y/N}. It says so" Martha says.

"And I say it's blank."

"Psychic paper. Er, long story. Oh, I hate starting from scratch" the Doctor says looking down at the table, {Y/N} pats his shoulder.

"Psychic? Never heard that before and words are my trade. Who are you exactly? More's the point, who is your delicious blackamoor lady?" {Y/N} and the Doctor nearly choke air as they look between Martha and Shakespeare.

"What did you say?" Martha says.

"Oops. Isn't that a word we use nowadays? An Ethiop girl? A swarth? A Queen of Afric?"

"I can't believe I'm hearing this" Martha shakes her head.

"Its political correctness gone mad. Er, Martha's from a far-off land. Freedonia" {Y/N} says.

"Excuse me! Hold hard a moment. This is abominable behaviour. A new play with no warning? I demand to see a script, Mister Shakespeare. As Master of the Revels, every new script must be registered at my office and examined by me before it can be performed" a man says walking over.

"Tomorrow morning, first thing, I'll send it round."

"I don't work to your schedule, you work to mine. The script, now!"

"I can't."

"Then tomorrow's performance is cancelled."

"It's all go around here, isn't it?" Martha says.

"I'm returning to my office for a banning order. If it's the last thing I do, Love's Labour's Won will never be played" the man leaves and goes down the stairs.

*Time skip*

"Well then, mystery solved. That's Love's Labour's Won over and done with. Thought it might be something more, you know, more mysterious" Martha says suddenly a man's scream comes from the street, then a woman's. The four rush out of the room.

"Help me!" they all make it outside to see the man who had walked into the room moments before stagger back, spewing copious amounts of water.

"It's that Lynley bloke" Martha says.

"What's wrong with him? Leave it to me. I'm a doctor" the Doctor says.

"So am I, near enough" Martha adds, {Y/N} shakes her head Lynley suddenly collapses.

"Got to get the heart going. Mister Lynley, come on. Can you hear me? You're going to be all right" Martha says as she starts to clear Lynley's airways for CPR, and water gushes out "what the hell is that?"

"I've never seen a death like it. His lungs are full of water. He drowned and then, I don't know, like a blow to the heart, an invisible blow" {Y/N} says kneeling down and squinting.

"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 says.

"Yes, sir."

"I'll do it, ma'am" the lady on the balcony says walking back inside.

"And why are you telling them that?" Martha asks.

"This lot still have got one foot in the Dark Ages. If I tell them the truth, they'll panic and think it was witchcraft" the Doctor says quietly.

"Okay, what was it then?"

"Witchcraft" {Y/N} says, as her, the Doctor Martha and Shakespeare walk back to Shakespeare's room.

"I got you a room, Sir Doctor. You, Miss Jones, and Mrs {Y/N} are just across the landing."

"Poor Lynley. So many strange events. Not least of all, this land of Freedonia where a woman can be a doctor?" Shakespeare says looking at Martha.

"Where a woman can do what she likes."

"And you, Sir Doctor, and Mrs {Y/N}. How can you two be so young have eyes so old?"

"We do a lot of reading" the Doctor replies.

"A trite reply. Yeah, that's what I'd do. And you? You look at them 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 goodnight" Martha says walking out.

"I must work. I have a play to complete. But I'll get my answers tomorrow, Doctor, {Y/N}, and I'll discover more about you two and why this constant performance of yours."

"All the world's a stage" {Y/N} says.

"Hmm. I might use that. Goodnight, Doctor, {Y/N}."

"Nighty night, Shakespeare" the Doctor says as him and {Y/N} walk out leaving Shakespeare to write.

*Time skip*

Martha is holding a candle looking around as the Doctor and {Y/N} enter.

"It's not exactly five star, is it?" she asks.

"Oh, it'll do. We've seen worse" {Y/N} says.

"I haven't even got a toothbrush" Martha says frowning.

"Oh. Er" {Y/N} ruffles around her pockets and pulls out a toothbrush "contains Venusian spearmint."

"So, who's going where? I mean, there's only one bed" Martha says, {Y/N} laughs setting herself down on a chair and pulling her legs up to sit cross legged.

"Well, we don't sleep" {Y/N} says taking a deep breath and closing her eyes.

"So, I can just have the bed?" the Doctor nods sitting across from {Y/N}.

"So, magic and stuff. That's a surprise. It's all a little bit Harry Potter" Martha says.

"Wait till you read book seven. Oh, I cried" the Doctor says keeping his eyes on {Y/N} who seemed to be deep in thought.

"But is it real, though? I mean, witches, black magic and all that, it's real?"

"Course it isn't!"

"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 going to stand there all night?" {Y/N} asks with her eyes closed still, Martha looks over brows furrowed and lays down putting the candle on the bedside table.

"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. No, there's something we're missing, Martha" the Doctor says.

"Something really close, staring us right in the face and we can't see it. Rose would know. A friend of ours, Rose. Right now, she'd say exactly the right thing. Still, can't be helped. You're a novice, never mind. We'll take you back home tomorrow" {Y/N} says, the Doctor leans back in the chair and continues to watch {Y/N}.

"Great" Martha mutters blowing out the candle.

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