Book 1: Chapter 3

Okay so here is the other half of Shakespeare's Code, I don't know when I can update next, since this whole week I have school and might not have time, it all really depends on how much homework I get, so anyway if there are any mistakes let me know and enjoy.

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" The columns there, right? Fourteen sides. I've always wondered, but I never asked. Tell me, Will. Why fourteen sides?" the Doctor asks.

" It was the shape Peter Streete thought best, that's all. Said it carried the sound well." Shakespeare tells him.

" Fourteen. Why does that ring a bell? Fourteen." the Doctor says .

" There's fourteen lines in a sonnet." Martha points out.

" So there is. Good point. Words and shapes following the same design. Fourteen lines, fourteen sides, fourteen facets. Oh, my head. Tetradecagon. Think, think, think! Words, letters, numbers, lines!" he says and looks for me for help but I shake my head.

"You can figure it out, you don't need a cheat, but maybe a hint, they did disappear way back at the dawn of the universe" I tell him making him frown and try to think more.

" This is just a theatre." Shakespeare says.

" Oh yeah, but a theatre's magic, isn't it? You should know. Stand on this stage, say the right words with the right emphasis a the right time. Oh, you can make men weep, or cry with joy. Change them. You can change people's minds just with words in this place. But if you exaggerate that." the Doctor tells him.

" It's like your police box. Small wooden box with all that power inside." Martha says .

" Oh. Oh, Martha Jones, I like you. Tell you what, though. Peter Streete would know. Can I talk to him?" the Doctor tells her.

" You won't get an answer. A month after finishing this place, lost his mind." Shakespeare tells him.

" Why? What happened?" Martha asks.

" Started raving about witches, hearing voices, babbling. His mind was addled." he tells her .

" Where is he now?" the Doctor asks.

" Bedlam." Shakespeare says.

" What's Bedlam?" Martha asks .

" Bethlem Hospital. The madhouse." I tell her .

" We're going to go there. Right now. Come on." the Doctor says pulling me with him.

" Wait! I'm coming with you. I want to witness this at first hand." Shakespeare says as he turns to follow us.

"Ralph, the last scene as promised. Copy it, hand it round, learn it, speak it. Back before curtain up. And remember, kid, project. Eyes and teeth." Shakespeare tells two men who had just walked in as we were exiting.

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As we make our way to Bethlem Hospital Shakespeare tires to flirt more with Martha. "So, tell me of Freedonia, where women can be doctors, writers, actors." he asks her.

" This country's ruled by a woman." she says back .

" Ah, she's royal. That's God's business. Though you are a royal beauty." he flirts at her.

" Whoa, Nelly. I know for a fact you've got a wife in the country." she says to him with wide eyes.

" But Martha, this is Town." he states like it is obvious.

" Come on. We can all have a good flirt later." the Doctor tells them

" that a promise, Doctor?" Shakespeare asks him

" Oh, fifty seven academics just punched the air. Now move!" the Doctor says to him as I giggle at his frustration.

"You're not even trying to make them stop, usually you make them stop flirting with our companions" he tells me and I raise my eyebrow at him.

"Yea, well I will then, but now it is too funny to see you get upset" I smile and laugh at him a little.

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"Does my Lord Doctor wish some entertainment while he waits? I'd whip these madmen. They'll put on a good show for you. Mad dog in Bedlam. " the keeper asks the Doctor as we wait.

" No, I don't!" the Doctor yells at him.

" Well, wait here, my lords, while I make him decent for the ladies" he looks over at me and Martha and walks on down the corridor with cells on either side.

"So this is what you call a hospital, yeah? Where the patients are whipped to entertain the gentry? And you put your friend in here? " Martha asks Shakespeare.

" Oh, it's all so different in Freedonia." Shakespeare says to her.

" But you're clever. Do you honestly think this place is any good?" she asks him.

" I've been mad. I've lost my mind. Fear of this place set me right again. It serves its purpose." he says.

" Mad in what way?" she asks.

" You lost your son." I say to him quietly looking at him with sad eyes.

" My only boy. The Black Death took him. I wasn't even there." he says.

" I didn't know. I'm sorry." Martha apologizes to him.

" It made me question everything. The futility of this fleeting existence. To be or not to be. Oh, that's quite good." he says.

"You should write that down." the Doctor tells him.

"Maybe not. A bit pretentious?" he asks.

"This way, my lord!" the keeper yells as we walk to the cell.

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"I don't like this" I say as I move closer to the Doctor and grab his hand and holding it tightly.

" They can be dangerous, my lord. Don't know their own strength." the keeper tells us.

"I think it helps if you don't whip them. Now get out!" the Doctor yells at him and he leaves.

"Peter? Peter Streete? " the Doctor asks the man who has his back to him as I squeeze his hand and he squeezes his back.

"He's the same as he was. You'll get nothing out of him." Shakespeare tells the Doctor.

"Peter?" the Doctor asks again touching Streete's shoulder and he raises his head, staring. The Doctor then puts his fingers on Streete's temples.

"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. That's it. That's it, just let go." the Doctor talks calmly to him, causing Peter to lie down on his cot.

"Tell me the story, Peter. Tell me about the witches." the Doctor tells him.

"Witches spoke to Peter. In the night, they whispered. They whispered. Got Peter to build the Globe to their design. Their design! The fourteen walls. Always fourteen. When the work was done they snapped poor Peter's wits. " Streete tells us.

"Where did Peter see the witches? Where in the city? Peter, tell me. You've got to tell me where were they?" the Doctor asks.

"All Hallows Street." Streete replies

"Too many words." a woman says to Streete.

"What the hell?" Martha yells.

"Just one touch of the heart. "she says.

"No!" the Doctor and I yell at her and I try to get at her but the Doctor hold me back as she puts her hand on Streete's chest, and he dies.

"Witch! I'm seeing a witch!" Shakespeare yells.

"Now, who would be next, hmm? Just one touch. Oh, oh, I'll stop your frantic hearts. Poor, fragile mortals." the 'witch' says.

"Let us out! Let us out!" Martha yells banging on the door.

"That's not going to work. The whole building's shouting that." I tell her.

"Who will die first, hmm?" the 'witch' asks us.

"Well, if you're looking for volunteers." the Doctor says and steps forward.

"No! Don't you dare darling, don't you dare!" I yell at him pulling him back.

"Doctor, can you stop her?" Shakespeare asks him.

"No mortal has power over me." the 'witch' says.

"Oh, but there's a power in words. If I can find the right one. If I can just know you." the Doctor says looking at me then nodding.

"None on Earth has knowledge of us." she says with a smirk.

"Then it's a good thing I'm here. Now think, think, think. Humanoid female, uses shapes and words to channel energy. Ah! Fourteen! That's it! Fourteen!" he yells excited and grins at me.

"Creature, I name you Carrionite!" the Doctor says and points at her as she screams and vanishes in a slow flash of light.

" What did you do?" Martha asks.

"He named her. The power of a name. That's old magic." I tell her and grin as the Doctor hugs me and kisses my forehead making me blush.

"But there's no such thing as magic."

"Well, it's just a different sort of science. You lot, you chose mathematics. Given the right string of numbers, the right equation, you can split the atom. Carrionites use words instead." the Doctor tells her.

"Basically he means that words are power, and the power of words can tend to do anything." I say to her.

"Use them for what?" Shakespeare asks.

"The end of the world" the Doctor tells us.

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"The Carrionites disappeared way back at the dawn of the universe. Nobody was sure if they were real or legend. And you knew that you clever, clever girl" he tells them and picks me up then lightly kisses my cheek causing me to blush.

"Well, I'm going for real." Shakespeare says.

"But what do they want?" Martha asks.

"A new empire on Earth. A world of bones and blood and witchcraft." I tell her.

" But how?" she asks.

"I'm looking at the man with the words." the Doctor says and looks at Shakespeare.

"Me? But I've done nothing." he says.

"Hold on, though. What were you doing last night, when that Carrionite was in the room?" Martha asks him.

"Finishing the play." he says to her.

"What happens on the last page?" I ask him even though I already knew what happens.

"The boys get the girls. They have a bit of a dance. It's all as funny and thought provoking as usual. Except those last few lines. Funny thing is, I don't actually remember writing them." he says to us looking a bit confused.

"That's it. They used you. They gave you the final words like a spell, like a code. Love's Labours Won. It's a weapon. The right combination of words, spoken at the right place, with the shape of the Globe as an energy converter! The play's the thing! And yes, you can have that." the Doctor says to him.

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The Doctor looks at a hopelessly inaccurate map, and points to one of the three marked streets, which is actually where Thames Street is in reality." All Hallows Street. There it is. Harmony, Martha we'll track them down. Will, you get to the Globe. Whatever you do, stop that play." he says to us.

"I'll do it. All these years I've been the cleverest man around. Next to you, I know nothing." Shakespeare says.

"Oh, don't complain." Martha tells him

"I'm not. It's marvellous. Good luck, Doctor, Harmony." he tells us.

" Good luck, Shakespeare. Once more unto the breach." the Doctor says to him.

" I like that. Wait a minute, that's one of mine." Shakespeare says to the Doctor.

"Oh, just shift!" the Doctor says as he pokes his head around the door making me laugh.

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"All Hallows Street, but which house?" the Doctor asks.

"The thing is, though am I missing something here? The world didn't end in 1599. It just didn't. Look at me. I'm living proof." Martha states as if it were obvious that the Carrionites didn't succeed.

"Oh, how to explain the mechanics of the infinite temporal flux? I know. Back to the Future. It's like Back to the Future." the Doctor says to her.

"The film? " she asks

"No, the novelization. Yes, the film." I tell her sarcastically.

"Marty McFly goes back and changes history" the Doctor tells her.

" And he starts fading away. Oh my God, am I going to fade?" she asks panicky.

"You and the entire future of the human race. It ends right now in 1599 if we don't stop it. But which house?" the Doctor asks.

" Ah. Make that witch house." I joke as a door creaks open invitingly.

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"I take it we're expected." the Doctor tells us.

" Oh, I think Death has been waiting for you a very long time." Lilith says.

" Right then, it's my turn. I know how to do this. I name thee Carrionite!" Martha says but nothing happens. "What did I do wrong? Was it the finger?"

" The power of a name works only once. Observe. I gaze upon this bag of bones and now I name thee Martha Jones." she says and point her finger at Martha causing her to fall backward into me as I catch her.

" What have you done?" the Doctor asks her.

" Only sleeping, alas. It's curious. The name has less impact. She's somehow out of her time. And as for you, Sir Doctor. 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 says.

" The naming won't work on me." the Doctor says.

" But your heart grows cold. The north wind blows and carries down the distant Rose." she says

" Oh, big mistake. Because that name keeps me fighting. The Carrionites vanished. Where did you go?" he says.

" The Eternals found the right word to banish us into deep darkness." she says.

"And how did you escape?" he asks

"New words. New and glittering, from a mind like no other." she says

"Shakespeare" I breathe out and look at the Doctor then back at her.

"His son perished. The grief of a genius. Grief without measure. Madness enough to allow us entrance." she says.

"How many of you?" I ask her.

"Just the three. But the play tonight shall restore the rest. Then the human race will be purged as pestilence. And from this world we will lead the universe back into the old ways of blood and magic." she says.

"Hmm. Busy schedule. But first you've got to get past me." he says.

"Oh, that should be a pleasure, considering my enemy has such a handsome shape." she flirts with him causing me to growl in my throat and look at her with jealously.

"Now, that's one form of magic that's definitely not going to work on me, I am happy with Harmony." he states looking at me.

"Oh, we'll see." she says and move closer to him pulling out some of his hair from his head.

" What did you do?" he asks her.

" Souvenir." she say back at him.

" Well, give it back to him" I tell her glaring at her as she flies out of the window backwards.

"Well, that's just cheating." the Doctor tells her.

"Behold, Doctor. Men to Carrionites are nothing but puppets." she says and wraps his hair round a wooden doll, while Martha starts to wakes up.

"Now, you might call that magic. I'd call that a DNA replication module."

"And cheating, having men do the dirty work for you" I tell her still glaring at her and the doll as if I could make it burn up.

"What use is your science now?" she says to him and stabs the doll, causing the Doctor to scream and fall a she flies away.

I quickly go over to him and put his head on my lap. "Martha, you're almost a doctor do something, I have no idea what to do" I tell her looking at her as a few tears escape my eyes.

"Oh my God, Doctor. Don't worry, I've got you. Hold on, mister. Two hearts?" she asks me and I nod as she does CPR on him.

As he wakes up he says "You're making a habit of this. Ah! I've only got one heart working. How do you people cope? I've got to get the other one started. Hit me! Hit me on the chest!" he yells at us.

I hit his chest. "Dah! Other side."

"Now, on the back, on the back." he says as I hit his back.

"Left a bit." I hit him a little bit more left. "Dah, lovely. There we go. Badda booma! Well, what are you standing there for? Come one! The Globe!" he smiles and gets up.

"Wait!" I tell him.

"What now?" he asks looking at me.

"This" I say as I kiss his cheek and hug him burying my face in his chest. "Glad you're okay" I mumble into his chest and he kisses the top of my head.

"Me too" he says and grabs my hand leading me out of the house and breaks out into a run.

"Darling we're going the wrong way!" I yell at him as he yanks my arm.

" No, we're not!" he tells me as we take the wrong turn, then realizes we are. "We're going the wrong way!" he yells

"I already said that, plus you are never going the right way, you rarely go anywhere you want to go!" I sass at him

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As we make our way to the Globe we see that a red glow hangs over it.

" I told thee so! I told thee!" I heard the preacher from earlier say.

"Stage door!" the Doctor yells and pulls me along.

We find Shakespeare waking up from what looks like he got hit.

" Stop the play. I think that was it. Yeah, I said, stop the play!" the Doctor yells at him and I poke his side.

"Being rude again darling" I tell him.

" I hit my head." Shakespeare mumbles and rubs his head.

"Yeah, don't rub it, you'll go bald." he tells him and we hear screaming "I think that's my cue!"

" Now begins the millennium of blood!" the Carrionites yell.

The Doctor runs out onto the stage, followed by Martha, Shakespeare, and I.

"The Doctor. He lives. Then watch this world become a blasted heath! (Macbeth) They come. They come!" Lilith says as she holds the crystal out into the red light and bat-like creatures fly into the theatre. They circle a bit then fly up into the sky.

"Come on, Will! History needs you!" I tell him.

"But what can I do?" he asks.

"You can reverse it!" I tell him.

" How am I supposed to do that?" he asks.

"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." the Doctor tells him.

"But what words? I have none ready!" he tells us.

" You're William Shakespeare! You don't need time you can just make it up."

"But these Carrionite phrases, the need such precision." he says

" Trust yourself. When you're locked away in your room, the words just come, don't they, like magic. Words of the right sound, the right shape, the right rhythm. Words that last forever. That's what you do, Will. You choose perfect words. Do it. Improvise." the Doctor tells him.

"Close up this din 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!" he yells out.

"No! Words of power!" Lilith yells

" Foul Carrionite spectres, cease your show! Between the points" Shakespeare continues.

" Seven six one three nine oh!" the Doctor tells him.

"Seven six one three nine oh! Banished like a tinker's cuss, I say to thee" Shakespeare copies him.

"Expelliarmus!" Martha yells.

"Expelliarmus!" me and the Doctor shout.

"Expelliarmus!" Shakespeare says after us.

"Good old JK!" I say to Martha and the Doctor with a laugh.

The Carrionites scream. "The deep darkness! They are consumed!" Lilith screams as the Carrionites are sucked into a tornado, along with all the extant pages of the play.

"Love's Labours Won. There it goes." the Doctor says as the sky clears with a flash and bang. After a few moments, someone starts clapping, then all the audience joins in.

"They think it was all special effects? " Martha asks.

" Your effect is special indeed." Shakespeare says to us.

" It's not your best line." I say to him with a wink.

The Doctor and I go up to the now empty box and he picks up the crystal. Lilith and her mothers are inside, scratching to get at him.

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"And I say, a heart for a hart and a dear for a deer." Shakespeare says to Martha

"I don't get it. " she says back to him as I watch them interact.

" Then give me a joke from Freedonia." he says.

" Okay, Shakespeare walks into a pub and the landlord says, Oi mate, you're Bard." she tells him.

" That's brilliant. Doesn't make sense, mind you, but never mind that. Now come here. " he says as he puts his arm around Martha's waist and pulls her towards him.

" I've only just met you." she says to him.

" The Doctor may never kiss you. Why not entertain a man who will?" he says to her as I smile

"I don't know how to tell you this, oh great genius, but your breath doesn't half stink." she states to him.

The Doctor enters wearing a small stiff ruff and carrying an animal skull and I go up to him and smile at him.

" Good props store back there. I'm not sure about this though. Reminds me of a Sycorax." he says and looks at me as I nod.

"Diffidently reminds me of a Sycorax at least what I think so, even though I haven't done that yet." I tell him as he smiles at me briefly.

" Sycorax. Nice word. I'll have that off you as well." Shakespeare says to the Doctor.

"I should be on ten percent. How's your head?" the Doctor asks Shakespeare

" Still aching." he says and lightly rubs his head.

" Here, I got you this." the Doctor says as he takes off the ruff and puts it on Shakespeare. "Neck brace. Wear that for a few days till it's better, although you might want to keep it. It suits you."

" What about the play?" Martha asks.

" Gone. I looked all over. Every single copy of Love's Labours Won went up in the sky." I tell her.

" My lost masterpiece" Shakespeare says sadly.

"You could write it up again." Martha says

" Yeah, better not, Will. There's still power in those words. Maybe it should best stay forgotten." the Doctor says as I nod my head.

" Oh, but I've got new ideas. Perhaps it's time I wrote about fathers and sons, in memory of my boy, my precious Hamnet." Shakespeare says happily.

" Ham-net?" Martha asks him with her mouth open.

" That's him." he says.

" Ham-NET?" she asks again.

" What's wrong with that?" Shakespeare asks confused.

" 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 got to take Martha back to Freedonia." the Doctor says.

" You mean travel on through time and space." Shakespeare says.

" You what?" the Doctor asks him with shock.

" You're from another world like the Carrionites, and Martha is from the future. It's not hard to work out." Shakespeare says as if it wasn't that hard to figure out.

" That's incredible. You are incredible." the Doctor says to him.

" 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 says as Burbage and Kempe enter from the street.

"Will!" Burbage says.

"Will, you'll never believe it. She's here! She's turned up!" Kempe says like he is trying to believe it himself.

"We're the talk of the town. She heard about last night. She wants us to perform it again." Burbage says.

" Who?" Martha asks

"Her Majesty. She's here." Burbage says to her.

Fanfare and the elderly Elizabeth enters with two pikemen and looks at me and the Doctor.

"Queen Elizabeth the First!" the Doctor yells.

"Doctor? Harmony?" she asks

"What?" me and the Doctor ask

"My sworn enemies" she says.

" What?" we yell.

" Off with their heads!" she yells

" What?" we yell again.

"Never mind what, just run! See you, Will, and thanks" Martha yells and pulls us away.

" Stop that pernicious Doctor and Harmony." the Queen yells.

I hear Shakespeare laughing as the pikemen chase the Doctor, Martha, and I out and into the streets of Southwark.

"Stop in the name of the Queen!" one of the pikemen yell at us.

" What have you two done to upset her?" Martha asks as we run.

"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 tells her.

"Oh, he did something completely stupid and she is probably pissed off at me for ruining it for her." I tell her as the Doctor looks at me.

"Spoilers?" he asks me and I nod.

"Yeah, spoilers, though I do hate that word." I tell him as we get back to the Tardis.

"Well then, that's something to look forward to. Ooo!" he says.