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"Right I should wake Martha and get on our way with her trips any ideas?"

'How about the past I'll let you decide when but in the past defiantly'

"Right then lets off we go!"

"Martha! Come on get up, got a big day ahead. More or less." Wolfe called from the hall.

"Wha- why? It's still dark out and I don't have training for another few hours let me sleep Trish." Martha started still very much asleep.

"Whose Trish? It's me Wolfe." Wolfe replied from the door way into her room half amused and half wondering who Martha was talking about.

"Wha- OH SHI- Wolfe sorry forgot where I was er- I'll be out in a minute meet you in the console room, yah?" Martha said while quickly ushering Wolfe out of the room and running over to the wardrobe the TARDIS had created and filled with clothes that look a lot like cloths she already owned.

After a short while Martha entered the console room fitted out with a thin leather jacket as well as dark blue jeans and shirt and a pair of white runners.

"Hope you don't mind those shoes getting a bit ruined where we're going there may not be roads." Wolfe quickly said while running around the console flipping levers turning knobs and pumping pumps.

"Hey Martha mind getting that switch over there the, the curved one next to the bike pump and above the yellow knob." Pointing around the console in the general area of the lever she actually meant, which when Martha pulled caused the TARDIS to shudder and rock violently.

"Blimey do you need to pass a test in order to fly one of these things?" Martha asked flipping the lever Wolfe said to which ended their flight with a loud thud.

"I don't know maybe, never asked got taught by the best and worst pilots of TARDIS, now were here go on step outside big new world." Wolfe said walking over to the coat rack and grabbing the Doctors leather jacket and waiting by the door for Martha to get over.

"Right here we go." Martha said while running out the door only to stop when she got outside and let her excitement fall of her face when she saw it looked hardly different from London at night and that she had stepped in a pile of what was more than likely shit.

"Where are we er, actually when are we? It's a whole new language." She said in a slightly let down tone.

"It's sometime before the invention of the toilet," Wolfe said avoiding a bucket of waste being poured out a window "I would guess sometime in the 1599's good time for London just after the completion of the Globe theatre containing the man himself."

"You don't mean-"

"Yes I do, Shakespeare himself. Martha Jones would you accompany me to the Theatre? You can go and tell everyone you've seen Shakespeare when you get home."

"Yes Miss Wolfe I would love to accompany you to the theatre, but is this all ok I mean walking around and doing all this it's like on the films and stuff you step on a butterfly and you change the course of the human race or something like that."

"Course it's ok universe just usually corrects around little things like that but you know what don't step on any butterflies, yah what did a butterfly ever do to you? Now a pear if you see one of those destroy it on sight pears are evil."

"Ok but what if I accidentally kill my great-grandfather or something like that?" Still wondering about her hatred of pears.

"Were you planning on killing you great-grandfather?"

"No." Martha replied quickly with an offended look in her face.

"Good then just don't do that and you will be fine."

By the time they had finished that conversation they had arrived at the globe and one flash of the psychic paper they were in the audience enjoying 'Love Labours Lost.'

"Oh my god that was awesome worth putting up with the smell," a pause "those were men up there dressed as women?"

"London never changes am I right?"

"Can we see him, AUTHOR AUTHOR," a pause "is that what they say do they yell author?" Martha asked now sounding very awkward.

Only for every other person in the crowd starting 'Author.'

"Well they do now congrats you just created some history Martha." Wolfe said in a humoured tone and all watched in awe as a shorter ginger man wearing typical 15th century clothing came on stage with a confident stride in his step.

"There he is the man himself the most human, human there has been."

"He looks a bit different from the portraits doesn't he? And now we get to hear him speak!" Martha nearly squealed.

"A fan I take it?" Wolfe asked looking at Martha with an amused expression at her friends antics.

"SHUT IT WILL YA!" Shakespeare yelled at the audience which fell quiet after a laugh which made Marthas face fall and the hair on the back of Wolfe's neck stand up.

"Never meet your hero's, aye?" Wolfe said golden eyes scanning the upper booths for what was making the hair on the back of her neck stand up "ginger and rude best combination ever."

"You all have good taste I'll give you that, funny little ending that 'Love Labours Lost' it just ends does the boy get the girl? What happens next? Well don't worry there will be a sequel 'Love Labours Won' no less, don't worry it will be done when it's ready." Shakespeare finished only to perk back up moments later which made the hairs on Wolfe's neck stand up again.

"When you ask? It will premier tomorrow!" At this the crowd went wild and started cheering for him while Martha stood there with a confused look on her face and Wolfe stood there shocked.

A while later Wolfe and Martha were sat at a table at the local inn in quite till Martha said "It's so different here isn't?"

"Nah it's not so different here: water cooler moment," Wolfe said pointing to a couple of drunks by a barrel "recycling," she said pointing to someone shovelling manure and then pointing to a priest who was claiming the world would end in fire "global warming."

"Heh yah so not that different but what about that play 'Love Labours Won' I'm a huge fan but I have never heard about that one."

"Yah it's the lost play, his 'Lost Master Piece.'"

"Have you got a mini-disk or something like that we could record it and flog it online," Martha said which brought a disgusted look from Wolfe that made Martha cringe a little "that would be bad aye?"

"Very bad"

"Well if we can't see it can we can figure out what happened to it Sherlock and Watson style."

That brought a confused to Marthas face.

"Never mind." Wolfe may have said while thinking 'Damn youngster.'

It took them at least half an hour to find the inn Shakespeare was staying at and took even longer to convince the keeper to tell them what room he was in but again the psychic paper came in handy.

"No, I won't be seeing any fans or having any portraits drawn with me or-" he began but quickly stopped after seeing Martha "oh nonny nonny nonny come sit over here little lady, you bunch over there your done for the night." He finished quickly grabbing Martha and pulling her onto his lap. "And who are you my lovely blackmoore lady?"

"I'm sorry what?" Martha laughed out and nearly fell of his lap when he kept listing off more less than friendly terms for her. That was until Wolfe stepped in and introduced them.

"Hello Shakespeare I'm Dame Wolfe and this is my mate Martha Jones." Which made Martha throw a shocked look at Wolfe for saying something like that while Wolfe flashed the psychic paper.

"Oh so she's taken?" Shakespeare asked looking dejected.

"Yes, sorry."

"And how strange that paper it's blank." He said looking at the paper like Wolfe was mad.

"Ok that proves it, the man is a genius a real genius." Wolfe said looking very pleased.

"No it says it right here 'Dame Wolfe and her Mate.'" Martha read and again shot a dirty look at Wolfe.

"It's psychic paper makes people see what I want them to see on it unless you have psychic training or are a real genius like him." Wolfe explained.

"'Psychic' what a strange word and words are my trade. So where are you from?"

"Oh a far away place down in Freedonia." Wolfe quickly said and before Shakespeare could question the Master of Revels came over and started arguing with Shakespeare about and all the while this was happening Martha had some things to say to Wolfe.

"What was that!? Introducing me as your what 'mate' as in a wolves mate!?" Martha yelled quietly.

"Well a couple of things, one: by being introduced as my 'mate' you have nothing to fear from anyone in the empire and two: it was to save you from being hit on by every man in the city, trust me you don't want some of these people hitting on you some of them are aliens who would take and well lets not get into that." Wolfe finished quickly after seeing Shakespeare start to walk back over with an enraged look on his face.

"How dare he cancel my performance all because I couldn't produce a script that is almost ready, bah the fool."

"Well we know what happened now, is it kinda sad that I wished it was something more mysterious?" Martha asked looking down a little.

"Oh I don't think this is the end." Wolfe started as the hairs on the back of he neck stood up again.

"AAARRRGGGHH-" came a scream from outside followed by a gargling sound then a loud thud.

"Outside now!" Wolfe called what they saw was a terrible sight the Master of Revels was on the ground looking very much dead.

"Make way I'm a doctor. Make way!" Martha yelled running over to the Master or Revels body.

"Hmm from the look he died of a heart attack but there is something else..." But before she could continue a large spout of water erupted from his mouth causing Martha to fall back and Wolfe to quickly run forward and announce that he died of some fake means while explaining to Martha the truth.

It was witchcraft.

"Look Wolfe I'm just starting to accept time travel and now you go and tell me there is such a thing as witchcraft." Martha half stated and half questioned.

"No there is no such thing as witchcraft, there are things that look like witchcraft but any species that could mimic it are all gone." Wolfe said deep in thought till Shakespeare interrupted.

"Poor lad he may have been a fool but no one should have to die for no reason."

"Milady I have prepared a room for you and your mate." Said one the serving ladies.

"Thank you." Wolfe said simply.

"I must ask Martha was it? Freedonia a land where a lady can be a doctor?"

"A land where a lady can be what she wants" Martha retorted "also don't forget you get a queen ruling here." Martha then added.

"And you Dame Wolfe, how can one so young have eyes that seem older than the skies?"

"Oh I'm just a traveller who does a lot of reading." Wolfe replied eyeing Shakespeare.

"A trite reply, yes and you Martha Jones seem surprised she even exists though she is your 'mate'." Shakespeare quickly said meeting Wolfe golden eyes.

"Well we should get to bed things have been interesting today and we can continue this tomorrow." Wolfe stated.

"Yes go I have work to complete and I do expect some answers from you tomorrow as to why you do this consistent performance." Shakespeare said waving them out.

"Well all the worlds a stage." Wolfe quoted.

"Hmm I may use that."

"So I've been thinking about it Martha and the number of possible things it could be is getting shorter and shorter by the moment even with the help the TARDIS is giving me from the data cores I've got nothing and that's rather disconcerting." Wolfe said sitting on the edge of the bed while Martha started to change into some night clothes with her back turned trying to get some privacy.

Not noticing the mirror Wolfe was able to see her fully in the nude and enjoying the show.

"So if you can't think of something it could be try thinking of something it might not be anything that's gone now or meets what has been happening..." Martha put in helpfully finishing getting changed and getting into bed trying to get some shut eye before things get crazy again.

Sadly Martha didn't even get ten minutes of shut eye before a women's scream tore through the air and woke Martha who knocked Wolfe off the bed 'when had she got into bed with me? And why did it feel so right?' Martha couldn't help but wonder.

"Ow, what was that?" Wolfe asked from her new place on the floor.

"Someone screaming, come one!" Martha yelled making herself look half decent.

It was when they saw Shakespeare come out of his room looking like he saw a ghost they knew they were in the right place and what they saw was an unpleasant sight the land lady was dead on the ground her face stuck in one of shock and her arm straight as if she was pointing.

"Again another dead only she died of fright her heart gave out but what could have shocked her enough to do this?" Wolfe wondered out loud not noticing Martha looking out the window her face one of shock. "What?"

"I saw a Witch." Martha said her voice quiet and fearful.

After a short time of Martha sitting on the verge of tears and Wolfe holding her Shakespeare started getting annoyed at people who kept saying he killed both the land lady and the Master of Revels and suggested they talk to the architect of the globe Peter Streete his reasoning was things started getting strange after the globe was completed and he was out away for talk of witches.

"Sounds like our best lead so where is this Streete?" Wolfe asked still holding Martha.

"You won't get much out of him from where he is." Shakespeare stated.

"Well we won't know unless we try so where is he?" Wolfe asked starting to lose her temper with Shakespeare.

"Fine, he's at Bedlam Hospital." The look on Wolfe's face was a questioning one "the mad house."

"It doesn't matter we're going now." Wolfe demanded.

On the trip over Wolfe still held onto Martha and felt something familiar she hadn't felt since the Doctor something nice, something warm and pleasant 'judging by the way she's letting me hold her like this either she is still very over come by fear or she actually likes this' silently hoping for the latter.

Unknown to Wolfe Martha was having thoughts along a similar lines 'why does this feel so right her holding me close I don't swing that way don't I? I mean even if I don't she's not human I can't have feelings for an alien. Right?'

It was nearly half an hour later of silence and deep thought between the two time travellers Shakespeare announced they had arrived at Bedlam, what they saw made Martha shrink even further into Wolfe's shoulder. The large stone walls and metal bars all over the place and stormy weather made it seem like something out of a horror.

"This is a hospital?" Martha nearly fell over in disgust.

After a short amount of time they were being lead into a holding cell awaiting Streete to be brought to them.

"Does milady wish for me to whip some of these mad-men for your entertainment?" The jailer asked with a sadistic grin.

"NO! Now get out before I have you committed for crimes against a queens knighted!" Wolfe yelled at the jailer still holding her close so she didn't have to see some of things the jailers were doing to the prisoners she may have come to see the wonders of the universe but didn't need to see the dark underside of things as well.

It was another five minutes before Peter Streete finally entered the cell and ran to the wall in fear.

"Peter, Peter can you hear me?" Wolfe asked softly leaving Marthas side for the first time in hours which felt wrong but wouldn't say anything for the time being.

It was a few moments after he started sobbing she placed a hand on his shoulder and his eyes glazed over she started talking to him again.

"Pete tell me a story, a story from one year ago, tell me the story of the witches." It was then he started telling the events of one year ago when the witches started controlling him and making him build the globe with fourteen always in the front of his mind.

"Too many words!" A strange green creature that looked very much like the stereotypical witches from any Earth and with that she was able to get what these creatures were and was starting to formulate a plan to beat them.

"Now you sleep little man!" She yelled again placing a finger on his heart and letting him land where he died. "Now who will go next?"

"Well if your looking for volunteers..." Wolfe said stepping forward.

"No don't..." Martha started quietly only to be silenced by Wolfe hugging her and whispering in her ear 'don't worry I have a plan.'

"Now if I can identify you I can beat you." Wolfe said starting to ramble things about a system and fourteen and some planets. "I've got it! I name you Carrionite!" Wolfe finished causing the being now called the Carrionites to vanish in a puff of black smoke.

"What was that?" Martha asked now finding her voice.

"Like you said it might be one of those races I thought were gone, well the Carrionite disappeared after the dark ages and everyone thought they were a legend but clearly they aren't. As for what that was the power of words like magic in one of those Harry Potter books but instead they use it for end of the world. Now we need to figure out where their base is... Shakespeare where did Peter work when he was designing?"

"Well that was All Hallows Street just down the way trust me you can't miss it but why?"

"Well I need to find their base so I can stop them before they do what ever they have planned so Shakespeare I need you to go and stop the play it should be starting or at the least filling up I need you to stop it whatever they have planned involves the globe me and Martha will go to Hallows and find them.

When they finally reached All Hallows they were greeted by a creepy street and an open door that reeked of something not of this Earth and when they entered were greeted by one of the three who had escaped so far and Wolfe had managed to get to reveal their plan and had knocked out Martha using her name which only served to anger her more.

"Well if you want to do that you will have to go through me." Wolfe stated.

"And how much fun will that be having to go through someone as good looking as you." The Carrionite said suggestively grabbing Wolfe's arse and then taking a strand of hair from her head.

"Hey that's mine!" Wolfe said rubbing the spot where the hair was taken.

"To you mortals you are nothing but puppets for us to play with." The Carrionite said wrapping the hair around the neck of the doll and stabbing it with a pin which made her left heart stop and her fall to the ground and Martha wake up when the Carrionite fly away.

"OH MY GOD WOLFE WHAT'S WRONG?" Martha yelled.

"She... Stopped... My... Left... Heart... God... Damn... How... Did... I... Ever... Live... With... Only... One... Martha... Please... Help... Hit... Me... On... The... Left... Side... Fucken... Hard... Please." Wolfe said with each word her voice getting weaker which only made Martha work faster at hitting her on the left side re-starting her left heart making her get up with a major groan.

"Argh... Right Martha to the globe." Wolfe said grabbing Marthas hand and starting the run over to the globe.

"Look over there it's Shakespeare!" Martha yelled over the screams of the people.

"Come on Will I gave you one job, one simple job. Gah come on let's get in there." Wolfe yelled.

When they got in they were greeted by the sight of a vortex of energy filled with faces and cackling of the entire Carrionite race.

"Will I need you to reverse the spell!" Wolfe yelled to Shakespeare.

"But these phrases the Carrionite use they need such precision and I have no words."

"Then make some up your the word smith." And with that Shakespeare started to craft a simple phrase that in the end with the help of some Harry Potter stopped the energy vortex and sealed the entire Carrionite race in a crystal ball.

BREAK

It was later in the day after having a small chat with Shakespeare and giving him a neck brace and him talking about making his new play about his lost son Hamnet and the Queen herself calling on to Wolfe for 'not coming back that night' and a quick run back to the TARDIS and a quicker get away they were back in the vortex to what felt much more right to Wolfe being closer to the vortex that is Martha asked about something that had been bothering her.

Just gonna end it there because I'm evil if anyone gets the reference in the start congrats to you.

Also thank you to Strong in fighting for you review it lifted my spirits after reading it not to say that every positive review doesn't help that one defiantly helped me on a bad day so thank you to everyone who reviews you know who you are.

One final thing events may not happen in cannon order because there is a method to my madness so don't worry.

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