Heaven's Light ✿ The Doctor [2]

17- The Shakespeare Code (pt. 1)

The Tardis shook violently, the passengers clinging on to the console for dear life, "But how do you travel in time? What makes it go?"

"Oh, let's take the fun and mystery out of everything." The Doctor quipped, "Martha, you don't want to know. It just does. Hold on tight."

It came to a sudden halt, Martha tumbling to the floor as Avery grimaced, gripping the console with a white-knuckled grip, "Blimey. Do you have to pass a test to fly this thing?"

"Yes, and I failed it." He replied.

"Of course, you did." Avery said, a knowing smirk on her lips, causing him to give her a sharp look. She feigns confusion before boasting, "What? I fly this ship perfectly without taking a test."

"And, you say I'm the rude one." He grumbles, making her laugh softly before turning to Martha, "Now, make the most of it. I promised you one trip, and one trip only." He almost tripped as he grabbed his signature brown trench coat, running towards the door as Avery hands Martha her jacket, "Outside this door, brave new world."

"Where are we?" Martha asked in excitement.

Avery smiles softly, taking Martha's hand as she leads her to the door, "Why don't you take a look?"

"After you." The Doctor opened the Tardis doors, leading her to wander outside.

Her eyes widened in astonishment at the vision before her. The people looked scruffy in old clothing from the 1500s, something she had never expected to see in her life. The Doctor and Avery stepped out behind her as she rambled excitedly, "Oh, you are kidding me. You are so kidding me. Oh, my God, we did it. We traveled in time. Where are we? No, sorry. I got to get used to this whole new language. When are we?"

The Doctor, ever the perceptive one, quickly grabs the two girls, "Mind out."

He pulls them back as a man empties his slop bucket from an upstairs window.

"Gardez l'eau!" A man shouted from above, though it was already too late.

"Somewhere before the invention of the toilet. Sorry about that." He apologized.

"That's disgusting." Avery stated, stepping over the puddle with an expression of loathing and disgust.

"I've seen worse. I've worked the late night shift A+E." Martha dismissed the thought. The Doctor also dodged the puddle, though Martha seemed hesitant to move, "But are we safe? I mean, can we move around and stuff?"

Avery's eyes widened slightly at the thought. She realized that she hadn't been particularly careful during the previous times she'd been in the past, dating the mistress of a French monarch could have implications on history. The Doctor, however, seemed confused by the question, "Of course we can. Why do you ask?"

"It's like in the films. You step on a butterfly, you change the future of the human race." Martha explained.

The Doctor looked at Avery for help, which had been pointless as she merely shrugged and smiled sheepishly, leading him to respond, "Tell you what then, don't step on any butterflies. What have butterflies ever done to you?"

"What if, I don't know, what if I kill my grandfather?" Martha asked as she followed them forward.

The Doctor turns back to her, "Are you planning to?"

"No." She shyly replied.

"Well, then."

Avery drifted back, lacing her arm through Martha's and offering a comforting smile, "Don't worry so much, Martha. Just follow us and everything should be okay."