Post-Doomsday AU with Rose! This is a sequel to my stories, "The Girl in the Stalking Spaceship", "Age of Bronze", "Lantern Extinguished", "Gravity Schmavity", "Love and Monsters", "Show Her, Tell Her", "Ghost of a Chance", and "Doomsday Averted".
As yet un-beta'd. You have been warned.
This story actually has stronger language than I'd normally use, just because it's based on the episode , "Runaway Bride". Fairly mild, but still. That's me!
Disclaimer: Surprise, surprise, I don't own Doctor Who. Nor do I get anything from writing these stories-except wonderful, constructive reviews! Wink, wink; nudge, nudge ;)
Chapter 1 - Introductions
The Doctor pulled away from Rose, still holding her hand, while he looked in disbelief at the woman in white who had suddenly appeared in his TARDIS. "You can't do that - we weren't-we're in flight! That is - that is physically impossible! How did -" he stuttered.
"Tell me where I am," the woman interrupted. "I demand you tell me right now! Where am I?"
"Inside the TARDIS," the Doctor answered, still in a bit of shock at her presence.
"The what?" she asked.
"The TARDIS," he answered.
"The what?" she asked again.
"The TARDIS!" he answered again, turning to the console.
Rose finally intervened, stepping closer to the strange, strange woman. "You're on a ship; it's called the TARDIS."
"That's not even a proper word," the woman countered. "You're just sayin' things."
"It stands for Time an' Rel -" Rose began, but the Doctor cut her off.
"How did you get in here?" he asked, abruptly. He had checked every control and indicator he knew to check, but still couldn't find an explanation for the woman's appearance.
She was not in a very cooperative mood; that much was clear. "Well, obviously, when you kidnapped me!" she answered, backing away from Rose."Who was it? Who's payin' you?" she asked, looking between the Doctor and Rose. "Is it Nerys? Oh, my God, she's finally got me back. This has got Nerys written all over it."
"Nerys?" asked Rose.
"Who the hell is Nerys?" asked the Doctor in utter confusion.
"Your best friend," was the woman's unhelpful reply.
Something else about the odd situation finally clicked into place. "Hold on, wait a minute," the Doctor said, "what're you dressed like that for?"
"I'm goin' ten pin bowlin'," the woman answered sarcastically. "Why do you think, Dumbo?" she yelled. "I was halfway up the aisle!"
Ah. That would explain the wedding dress. The Doctor turned back to the console to see if there was any possible clue that he might have missed. Meanwhile, the woman continued her rant in full steam
"I've been waitin' all my life for this. I was just seconds away! And then you-I dunno, you drugged me or somethin'!" She moved as the Doctor circled the console, keeping both him and Rose in her sights.
"I haven't done anything!" the Doctor defended.
"Honest," chimed in Rose.
"We're havin' the police on you!" the woman continued, undeterred. "Me and my husband - as soon as he is my husband - we're gonna sue the livin' backside off ya both!"
The Doctor continued his analysis of the TARDIS' readouts, trying with all his might to block out the woman's voice. His efforts were disturbed when Rose called out.
He turned to see the would-be bride striding off towards the front doors. "No, wait a minute!" he called, rushing after her and Rose. "Wait a minute! Don't -" but too late.
She had thrown open the doors, and was staring, mouth agape, at the super nova they were orbiting. Rose put a hand on her arm, while the Doctor came to stand at her other side.
"You're in space," he explained carefully. "Outer Space. This is my... spaceship. It's called the 'TARDIS'."
"How am I breathin'?" she asked.
"The TARDIS is protecting us," he answered gently.
"Who are you?"
"I'm the Doctor, and this is Rose," he answered genially.
"Hello," said Rose with a small wave.
"You?" he asked.
He looked her over. "Human?" He still couldn't guess how she'd gotten on board.
"Yeah. Is that optional?" she asked.
"Well, it is for me," he answered.
Donna looked from the Doctor, to Rose, and back again. "You're aliens," she said, hardly any more surprised.
"Yeah, well, I am. Rose, here, is perfectly, one hundred percent human."
A moment to digest that bit of information, then, "It's freezin' with these doors open," she said at last.
Rose escorted her up the ramp, while the Doctor sprinted straight to the console. "But I don't understand it and I understand everything!" he began, trying to talk things through. "This - this can't happen! There is no way a human being can lock itself onto the TARDIS and transport itself inside. It must be..." He pulled out some instruments and proceeded to examine the woman - Donna - more intensely. "Impossible," he muttered, not getting any helpful readings. "Some sort of subatomic connection? Something in the temporal field? Maybe something pulling you into alignment with the Chronon shell. Maybe something macro-mining your DNA within the interior matrix? Maybe a genetic -"
Donna slapped him.
"What was that for?" the Doctor demanded, ignoring Rose's amusement for the moment.
"Get me," Donna shouted, "to the church!"
"Right! Fine! I don't want you here anyway!" he told her, moving around the console."Where is this wedding?"
"Saint Mary's, Hayden Road, Chiswick, London, England, Earth, the Solar System."
"Right! Chiswick!" said the Doctor, with the flick of a switch.
"Hang on," Rose told Donna, just as the TARDIS lurched into action.
Rose edged along the console towards the Doctor, while Donna held on for dear life. As she approached, he whispered, "We are not letting her out of our sight. Until I've found out how on earth she got... off... earth."
"Guess we're goin' to the weddin', then," Rose observed.
To be continued.