My Rival, My Doctor

Chapter 38

Ok so promised fluff posponed except for possibly some cute moments, but Celeste is kinda still mad BUT I CROSS MY HEARTS AND HOPE TO USE ALL MY REGENERATIONS THAT GRIDLOCK WILL BE FLUFFY

The TARDIS was extremely bumpy so I tried to smooth it out, but the Doctor kept hitting the wrong buttons. "But how do you travel in time?" Martha asked, "What makes it go?"

"Oh, let's take the fun and mystery out of everything. Martha, you don't want to know," the Doctor assured, "It just does. Hold on tight." Before I could stop him, he pushed a button, making the TARDIS jerk to a stop.

"Blimey," she muttered from the floor, "Do you have to pass a test to fly this thing?"

"Yes, and he failed it," I said pointedly, "Now, make the most of it. He promised us one trip, and one trip only." I emphasized the 'one trip' thing because let's face it. The Doctor is terrible with staying alone. "Outside this door, brave new world."

Outside was this old timey village with laundry hangers from the windows. "Oh, you are kidding me. You are so kidding me. Oh, my God, we did it. We travelled in time. Where are we?" Martha said quickly, "No, sorry. I got to get used to this whole new language. When are we?"

The man above was about to empty his slob bucket. "Mind out," I warned while pulling her back from the splash. The man yelled, but we were too disgusted by the mess. "Somewhere before the invention of the toilet," I apologized, "Sorry about that."

She shrugged, "I've seen worse. I've worked the late night shift A+E. But are we safe? I mean, can we move around and stuff?"

"Of course we can," I scoffed a bit, "Why do you ask?"

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

"That sounds like a terrible film."

The Doctor ignored me and answered, "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?" She wondered.

"Are you planning to?"

"No."

"Well, then." I smiled carelessly. "Don't think we'll have a problem. Besides, it's round 'bout 1599. Bit challenging to kill your grandfather."

Martha kept worrying, "Oh, but hold on. Am I all right? I'm not going to get carted off as a slave, am I?" I think we'd be more noticed by our clothes if anything.

"Why would they do that?"

"Not exactly white, in case you haven't noticed." She held her hand up.

"We're not even human. Just walk about like you own the place. Works for us," the Doctor replied, "Besides, you'd be surprised. Elizabethan England, not so different from your time. Look over there. They've got recycling." He pointed at a man shoveling horse manure into a bucket.

I pointed at two men talking at a water barrel and offered, "Water cooler moment."

"And the world will be consumed by flame!" a preacher shouted while we walked by. "Global warming," the Doctor added, "Oh, yes, and entertainment. Popular entertainment for the masses. If I'm right, we're just down the river by Southwark, right next to-" Before he finished, I gasped excitedly and took off running in the direction. The Doctor and Martha followed swiftly.

I skidded to a stop when I saw the magnificent theatre. "The Globe Theatre!" I cheered, "Brand new. Just opened. Through, strictly speaking, it's not a globe, it's a tetradecagon. Fourteen sides. Containing the man himself. Huge, huge fan!" I couldn't stop smiling.