Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who, I only own the Hatter.

I suggested if you haven't read 'Finding the last Time lady' that you do so before reading this.

Just a little reminder of what the Hatter looks like: she's currently in her Ninth regeneration with shoulder length, red wavy hair, green eyes, pale skin, the same height as the Doctor. Now clothes, she wears black skinny jeans, purple canvas shoes, smiley face on her t-shirt, long purple Burberry scarf (as long as the fourth Doctor's but doesn't get in the way as much) black and purple Burberry hat that Mickey gave her after she lost her first one, and a dark brown trench coat simular to the Doctors.


The Runaway Bride, part 1

"You can't do that," the Doctor gaped looking around trying to work out what was going on, "I wasn't...we're in flight!" he glanced at the Hatter but she was shaking her head, "That is...that is physically impossible! How did..."

"That's...that's..." the Hatter was lost for words, "Oh, this is a first".

"Tell me where I am," the woman demanded, "I demand you tell me right now...where am I?"

"Inside the TARDIS," the Doctor and the Hatter said as the Doctor stared at the woman.

"The what?"

"The TARDIS," the Hatter said, coming out of her shock.

"The what?" the woman repeated.

"The TARDIS!" the Doctor shouted, turning back to the console as the Hatter did the same.

"The what?"

"It's called the TARDIS," the Hatter said, gently.

"That's not even a proper word!" the woman shouted, "You're just saying things".

"How did you get here?" the Doctor asked, looking up from the controls.

"Well, obviously, when you kidnapped me!" the woman shouted, "Who was it? Who's paying you? Is it Nerys? Oh my God, she's finally got me back. This has got Nerys written all over it".

The Doctor watched the woman as she ranted, still completely confused, "Who the hell is Nerys?"

"Your best friend".

"Sorry, standing right here," the Hatter raised her hand from where she was working on the console, "Hello!"

"Hold on, wait a minute," the Doctor cut in, "What're you dressed like that for?"

"You did not just ask that, Doctor," the Hatter shook her head.

"I'm going ten pin bowling," the woman sarcastically said, before she started shouting, "Why do you think, Dumbo? I was half way up the aisle!"

"I wish that had happened at my wedding," the Hatter muttered to herself but the Doctor heard and frowned as he fiddled with one of the controls.

The woman started walking towards him, "I've been waiting all my life for this," the woman ranted, "I was just seconds away! And then you...I dunno, drugged me or something!"

"We haven't done anything!" the Doctor defended.

"We're having the police on you!" the woman told them, "Me and my husband, as soon as he is my husband, we're gonna sue the living backside off ya!"

The Doctor didn't say anything, focusing on the controls. The woman looked over and noticed the front doors, making a break for them just as the Hatter looked up.

"No, stop!" the Hatter shouted, rushing after her, "I wouldn't do that!"

But it was too late; the woman threw the doors open and stopped at the sight of the supernova outside. Her moth fell open as the Doctor made his way over to the woman and the Hatter.

"You're in space," the Hatter explained gently, "Outer space. This is a...spaceship. It's called the 'TARDIS'".

"How am I breathing?" the woman asked, still staring out at the supernova.

"The TARDIS is protecting us," the Hatter answered.

"Who are you?"

"I'm the Hatter," the Hatter smiled at her before pointing at the Doctor, "And that's the Doctor. And you are?"


"Human?" the Doctor asked, eyeing Donna up and down.

"Yeah," Donna said, "Is that optional?"

"Well, it is for me," the Doctor shrugged.

"I spent five years as a human," the Hatter added.

Donna glanced at them, "You're aliens".

"Yeah," the Doctor said.

"That pretty much sums it up," the Hatter said.

Donna paused a moment, before she spoke, "It's freezing with these doors open".

The Hatter reached out and slammed the doors shut as the Doctor ran back up to the console, "But I don't understand it and I understand everything!" the Doctor frowned, making the Hatter laugh.

"Other than not to put metal in the microwave," the Hatter gave him a teasing look, "You spent two hours trying to fix it. I couldn't stop laughing".

"Other than that," the Doctor said, "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 grabbed an ophthalmoscope, and used it to look in Donnas eyes, all the time talking, "Impossible. Some sort of subatomic connection? Something in the temporal field? Maybe something pulling you into alignment with the chronon shell. Maybe something macro-mining you're DNA within the interior matrix. Maybe a genetic..."

Donna slapped him right on the face.

"Donna, you are my hero!" the Hatter laughed so hard that she holding onto the railing to stop herself from collapsing on the floor.

"What was that for?" the Doctor cried.

"Get me to the church!" Donna yelled at him.

The Doctor dropped the instrument, turning back to the controls as the Hatter calmed down, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes, "Right! Fine! I don't want you here anyway! Where is this wedding?"

"Saint Mary's," Donna told them as they started putting the coordinates, "Hayden Road, Chiswick, London, England, Earth, the Solar System..." she stopped, spotting Rose's purple jacket hanging over the railings, snatching it up, "I knew it!" she shouted at them, "Acting all innocent..." she walked over to them, waving the jacket at them, "I'm not the first, am I? How many woman have you abducted?"

The Doctor and the Hatter looked at Donna before their eyes fell on the jacket. The Hatter put her hand on the Doctor's arm as he gazed sadly at the jacket.

"That's my friend's," the Doctor said quietly.

"Where is she, then?" Donna asked, sarcastically, "Popped out for a spacewalk?"

"She's gone," the Hatter said quietly, taking the Doctors hand and squizzing it to remind him that she was there, that he wasn't completely alone. Not anymore, and nor would he ever be again.

"Gone where?"

"We lost her," the Doctor swallowed.

"Well, you can hurry up and lose me!" Donna shouted making the Hatter wince. Donna noticed and looked closer at their expression, "How do you mean, 'lost'?" she asked, softer.

"So, Chiswick!" the Hatter said grabbing the jacket from Donna and turned back to the controls, slipping the jacket in her pocket so the Doctor didn't have to see it, "Here we come," she flicked a switch and headed for the doors, "Come on you two".


When they stepped out, it was the correct time, planet...but it didn't look anything like where they were supposed to be.

"I said 'Saint Mary's,'" Donna shouted at them, "What sort of Martians are you? Where's this?"

"Martians?" the Hatter smiled, "Maybe him but I'm not".

"Something's wrong with her..." the Doctor stroked the edge of the TARDIS doors, "It's like she's..."

"Recalibrating," the Hatter suggested as she walked inside, following the Doctor, who had run, "She's digesting," the Doctor nodded his agreement, neither of them taking any notices of Donna looking around the outside of the TARDIS.

"What have you eaten?" the Doctor placed a hand on the rotor as the Hatter did the same, "What's wrong?"

"Something tells me that it has something to do with Donna," the Hatter sighed, "Donna?" she called over her shoulder, "You've got to think. Is there anything that might have caused this?"

"Anything you might've done?" the Doctor called, "Any sort of alien contact? I can't let you go wondering off in case you're dangerous," he ducked away from the Hatter as she went to hit his arm.

"Don't tell her that," the Hatter rolled her eyes, "She's already panicking about her wedding, we don't need her worrying about being somehow dangerous to".

"Okay, fine," the Doctor held his hands up before calling over his shoulder again, "I mean, have you...have you seen lights in the sky? Or...did you touch something? Something...something different? Something strange? Something made out of a sort of metal or..."

"What about you're fiancé?" the Hatter called shaking her head at the Doctor's ramblings, "Who are you getting married to? Are you sure he's human?"

"He's not overweight with a zip around his forehead, is he?" the Doctor called but they didn't get a reply. They looked through the doorway to see Donna with her hand over her mouth, running away.

"Every time," the Hatter sighed before running after Donna with the Doctor behind her, "Donna, wait!"

"Leave me alone," Donna shook her head as they fell in to step with her, "I just want to get married".

"Please, come back to the TARDIS," the Hatter said, "I'll even show you around".

"No way!" Donna exclaimed, "That box it too...weird".

"It's...bigger on the inside, that's all," the Doctor shrugged.

"Oh! That's all?" Donna sighed and checked her watch, "Ten past three. I'm gonna miss it".

"You can phone them," the Doctor suggested, "Tell them where you are".

"How do I do that?" Donna asked.

"Haven't you got a mobile?" the Doctor frowned, glancing at the Hatter, who was shaking her head.

Donna stared at him, "I'm in my wedding dress. It doesn't have pockets. Who has pockets? Have you ever seen a bride with pockets? When I went to my fitting, do you think I said, 'Alison, the one thing I forgot to say is give me pockets?"

"Yeah, Doctor," the Hatter smiled, crossing her arms, "What do you have to say to that?"

"This man you're marring...what's his name?" the Doctor asked.

"Lance," Donna sighed affectionately.

"Good luck Lance..." the Doctor muttered.

"Oi!" Donna shouted, pointing her finger at them, "No stupid Martians are gonna stop me from getting married. To hell with you!"

She turned and ran off leaving the Doctor and the Hatter standing there, "I'm...I'm not...I'm not...I'm not From Mars..." the Doctor mumbled.

"Could have fooled me," the Hatter shot him a smile before she started to run after Donna only to stop, putting her hand on her head.

"Hatter, are you alright?" the Doctor asked, putting a hand on her shoulder.

The Hatter blinked a few times before nodding, "It's just...I thought I felt something brush across my mind," she shook her head, "It was like...like..." she stopped suddenly, "Forget it. It's impossible and I mean impossible...unless...no".

"Hatter, you're starting to worry me," the Doctor frowned.

"I'm fine now," the Hatter said giving him a smile but it was still a little forced, "Come on or we'll lose Donna, again".

She grabbed his hand and started running down the street. When they did catch up with Donna, she was trying to wave down a taxi, "Taxi!" she shouted as one drove past, "Why's his light on?"

"There's another one!" the Doctor pointed and ran to try to catch it.

"Taxi!" Donna shouted as they stumbled into the road to try and stop at least one taxi but they just drove past, "Oi!"

"There's one!" the Doctor tried again, this time waving his arms making the Hatter laugh but the taxis drove past.

"Oi!" Donna shouted.

"Do you have this effect on everyone?" the Doctor looked at Donna, "Why aren't they stopping?"

"They think I'm in fancy dress," Donna said.

A taxi drove past, hooting its horn, "Stay off the scotch, darling!"

"They think your drunk," the Hatter tried not to smile.

"You're not fooling any one, mate!" two men driving past yelled out of the window.

"They think I'm in drag!"

The Doctor looked Donna up and down as the Hatter shook her head.

"Must I do everything?" the Hatter stepped past them, putting her fingers on her mouth and whistled. The Doctor and Donna winced, covering their ears. But at least it made one of the taxis stop in front of them, "Brides first," the Hatter smiled and gestured to Donna to get in first, followed by the Doctor, and lastly herself.

"Saint Mary's in Chiswick, just of Hayden Road," Donna told the driver, "It's an emergency, I'm getting married! Just...hurry up!"

"They really should make taxis bigger," the Hatter sighed as she had to lean into the Doctor to close the door, "I miss the TARDIS".

"You know it'll cost you, sweetheart?" the driver said, "Double rates today".

"Oh, my God!" Donna gasped and turned to the Doctor and the Hatter, "Have you got any money?"

"Um...no," the Doctor said, looking at the Hatter, "Hatter?"

"I could look but it might take a while," the Hatter sighed, shaking her head, "Sometimes big pockets can just be to big".

The Doctor look back to Donna, "Haven't you?"

Donna gestured to her dress as the Hatter shook her head, "Pockets!"


"...and that goes double for your mother!" Donna shouted at the taxi driver as they stood on the curb, "I'll have him. I've got his number. I'll have him. Talk about the Christmas spirit".

"Remind me to never get on your bad side," the Hatter muttered to herself, "But people have said the same for me".

"Is it Christmas?" the Doctor asked, looking around the street.

"Well, duh," Donna rolled her eyes, "Maybe not on Mars, but here it's Christmas Eve".

"I love Christmas," the Hatter grinned as the Doctor shot her a smile, "Do you remember when we had that snowball fight in our fifth bodies?"

"And I tried to play snowball cricket," the Doctor laughed, "We all ended up soaking wet. I never asked but did you're companions get sick?"

"Yes," the Hatter laughed, "They refused to go anywhere for a week. It nearly drove me insane being stuck in the Time Vortex".

"Phone box!" Donna suddenly shouted, quickly running over to it, "We can reverse the charges!"

"How come you're getter married on Christmas Eve?" the Doctor asked as they ran after Donna.

"Can't bear it. I hate Christmas. Honeymoon in Morocco. Sunshine, lovely," the Doctor held the phone box door open for her, "What's the operator? I've not done this in years. What do you dial? 100?"

The Hatter pulled out her sonic and flashed it against the phone, "Just call direct".

"What did you do?" Donna demanded as the tone buzzed on the end of the receiver.

"Something..." the Doctor muttered, looking around and not noticing that Donna had been asking the Hatter, "…Martian. Now, phone. I'll get money!"

He turned and ran to the cash machine just a few shops up where a man was using it in front of him. The Hatter followed after him just as he stated hoping from one foot to the other.

"Stop it," the Hatter shook her head and grabbed his arm, "You look like a child doing that. It won't kill you to wait".

"And how do you know that?" the Doctor asked as he stopped hoping.

"I'm 'Martian,'" the Hatter smiled, "I know everything".

The Doctor laughed, shaking his head just as the man in front moved. He darted forward and cast a look around to check that no one was watching before sonic the machine. He grabbed a handful of cash, about to turn back to Donna, when he caught the Hatter looking past him, frowning.

He followed her line of sight to see a group of Santa's playing trumpets close by, "Hatter?" he asked.

"Is it just me or is Santa a little too stiff?" the Hatter remarked, still frowning, "They're not human. They were playing when we arrived and haven't stopped for breath once. They're robots. Brilliant".

The Doctor was about to say something when...

"Taxi!" they looked over to see Donna had just hailed a cab, getting in the back. She turned back and looked at them, "Thanks for nothing, spaceman!" she shouted, "I'll see you both in court!" she added, shutting the door as the taxi started driving off, a Santa driving.

"Donna!" the Doctor and the Hatter shouted in unison, running after her, but it was too late.

The Hatter cast a look behind her to see the Santa's lowering their trumpets like a weapon, all three of them slowly moving. She pulled her sonic out, pointing it at the cash machine, causing notes of money to fly out. All of the humans around them scrambled around, trying to grab as much money as they could, stuffing it into their pockets. The Doctor grabbed the Hatters hand and started running towards the TARDIS. They ran inside and over to the controls.

The Hatter dashed around one side of the controls when she heard a thump from where the Doctor was working, looking up to see him holding a hammer.

"Please tell me you didn't just hit her," she sighed as she flicked a switch.

"What was I supposed to do?" the Doctor shouted, just as the rotor started to rise and fall.

"Did you even read the hand book?" the Hatter shook her head, bringing the monitor to her side to check the taxi's progress, quickly typing something into the consol. It sparked violently, tilting to the side, making the Hatter grab the console with one hand to keep her balance.

"Behave!" the Doctor shouted, hitting the console with the hammer once again, "And of course I did!" the Hatter gave him a look, "I...I might have fallen asleep half way through but I did read it!"

The TARDIS fell out of the sky, spinning in the air just above Donna's taxi.

"You are un-believable!" the Hatter called to him, "Oh, wait, sorry I forgot who I was talking to!"

"Remember to pull that lever!" he pointed to a lever on the consol.

"I, unlike you, actually studied before my exams!" she shouted at him, rolling her eyes, "How you thought you were going to pass by looking at pictures in a book, I have no idea!"

"It was a diagram!" the Doctor shouted, "You were the one who gave me the book!"

"You where meant to read the whole thing not look at the pictures!" the Hatter rolled her eyes, "I should have known when you finished it after an hour! But I didn't think that you would need to be told how to read a book!"

He shook his head and ran to the doors, throwing them open as the Hatter brought them alongside the taxi, smoother then he could have.

"Open the door!" the Doctor yelled as Donna started at him, her hands pressed against the window.

"Do you what?" Donna shook her head.

"Open the door!" he yelled again.

"I can't, it's locked!" Donna showed him by trying to open the door. He pulled the sonic out and pointed it at the door, allowing her to push the window open, "Santa's a robot!" she shouted.

"Donna, open the door!" the Doctor yelled.

"What for?" Donna shouted.

"You've got to jump!"

The robot in the front driving turned its head.

"I'm not flipping jumping!" Donna shouted shaking her head, "I'm supposed to be getting married!"

Suddenly the Taxi sped off, overtaking the TARDIS. The Hatter quickly pulled a lever, once again gaining sped on the taxi, but also causing a large explosion from the consol. She ducked but one of the sparks hit the side of her cheek, leaving a small burn, she didn't notice that when she had ducked she had put a hand in front of her face, also burning it. She shook her head and focused on what she was doing rather than the pain. She pulled another leveller, leading it towards the taxi, less smoothly than before, banging on top of cars as she worked with one hand.

The Doctor struggled to regain his balance, pointing his sonic at the robot, disabling it.

"Listen to me!" the Doctor shouted to Donna, "You've got to jump".

"I'm not jumping on a motorway," Donna shouted back, shaking her head.

"Whatever that thing is, it needs you," he shouted, "And whatever it needs you for, it's not good. Now, come on!"

"I'm in my wedding dress!"

"Yes! You look lovely! Come on!"

Donna took a deep breath, opening the door. The Doctor opened his arms, ready to catch her.

"I can't do it," she shook her head, scared as she saw the road speeding below her.

"Trust me".

"Is that what you said to her?" Donna asked, "Your friend? The one you lost? Did she trust you?"

"Yes, she did," he nodded, swallowing, "And she is not dead. She is so alive. Now, jump!"

Donna took a deep breath, and with a scream, jumped, landing on top of the Doctor on the TARDIS floor. He smiled at her before standing, slamming the doors closed as the Hatter quickly piloted them through the sky and landed on a building roof.


Donna stepped out of the TARDIS, looking down at her watch as the Doctor used a fire extinguisher as smoke billowed out of the door. The Hatter stood by the door way with a small mirror in her hand, checking how bad her burn was. Thankfully the Doctor hadn't noticed it yet.

"The funny thing is," the Doctor commented as he walked over to Donna as the Hatter put the mirror away, wincing as her burn on her hand twinged, "For a spaceship, she doesn't really do that much flying. We'd better give her a couple of hours".

"Are you alright, Donna?" the Hatter asked, watching the woman a little sadly.

"Doesn't matter," Donna shrugged.

"Did we miss it?" the Doctor asked.


"Well, you can book another date..." the Hatter tried to cheer her up.

"Course we can," Donna nodded, but her heart wasn't in it.

"Still got the honeymoon..." the Doctor said.

"It's just a holiday now".

"Yeah..." the Doctor nodded, rubbing the side of his neck, "Yeah...sorry".

"It's not your fault," Donna shrugged.

"Oh!" the Hatter smiled, "That's a change".

"Wish we had a time machine," Donna laughed, not noticing the Doctor and the Hatter glance at the TARDIS, "Then we could go back and get it right".

"...yeah, yeah," the Doctor nodded, glancing at the TARDIS again, "But...even if we did, I couldn't go back on someone's personal timeline...apparently".

"Also...it would cause an explosion and blow part of the Time Vortex apart," the Hatter said before she could stop herself, "I...I read about it in a book somewhere".

Donna eyed them suspiciously before turning and sitting on the edge of the roof. The Hatter sat beside her, taking the mirror back out and a small first aid kit. The Doctor took his suit jacket off and draped around Donna's shoulders as he sat next to the Hatter.

"God, you're skinny," Donna remarked, trying to tug the jacket closer to her, "This wouldn't fit a rat".

"You can have mine," the Hatter said, carefully taking her jacket off and passing it to Donna, "I don't feel the cold like you".

"This is even worse than his," Donna shook her head.

"Take my scarf then," the Hatter shrugged and took her scarf off, passing it to Donna, "It's a bit long but I like it. Doctor, could you help me here?"

The Doctor looked confused until his eyes fell on her burn on her hand, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?" he asked as he gently took her hand and examined it.

"I am a doctor, too," the Hatter shook her head, "I just need you to put the bandage around it. The one on my face is already partly healed it's just that this one is deeper".

"I can see that," he frowned, taking the bandage she passed it to him and gently started wrapping it.

"Oh, Donna I almost forgot," the Hatter said as the Doctor wrapped her hand, "You had better put this on," she pulled a gold wedding ring from her jeans pocket and put it on her hand.

"Oh, do you have to rub it in?" Donna looked down at the ring.

"Those creatures can trace you," the Hatter explained as the Doctor gently placed her now wrapped hand in his, "This is a bio-damper. It should keep you hidden".

Donna stuck her ring finger out as the Hatter slipped it on, "With this ring, I thee bio-damp," she said.

"For better or for worse," Donna laughed.

"If Lance was here I could marry you," the Hatter remarked, "I could marry just about anyone in the Universe. Only two planets I can't but that's because I'm a woman and I would have to have been born there".

Donna and the Doctor raised their eyebrows.

"I get bored easily," the Hatter shrugged.

"So, come on then," Donna said to the Doctor, "Robot Santa's...what are they for?"

"Ah, your basic robo-scavenger," the Doctor shrugged, "The Father Christmas stuff is just a disguise. They're trying to blend in. I met them last Christmas".

"Why, what happened then?" Donna asked.

The Doctor and the Hatter looked at her curiously.

"...great big spaceship?" the Doctor asked as the Hatter frowned, "Hovering over London? You didn't notice?"

"I had a bit of a hangover," Donna shrugged.

The Doctor nodded, looking at the city, "I spent Christmas Day just over there," he nodded over to Rose's old home, "The Powell Estate. With this...family. My friend, she had this family. Well, they were..." he paused a moment as the Hatter took his hand, "Still...gone now".

"No one is ever truly gone as long as you remember them," the Hatter smiled, "That's why no matter how painful it is to remember our home, I make sure I do because as soon as we forget then is like they never existed".

The Doctor shot her a soft smile, putting an arm around her.

"You're friend...who was she?" Donna asked.

"Question is," the Doctor sighed, ignoring Donna, "What do camouflaged robot mercenaries want with you? And how did you get inside the TARDIS? I don't know..." he looked over at Donna as she rolled her eyes. The Hatter reached into his suit jacket pocket and passed him his sonic, "What's your job?"

"I'm a secretary," Donna told them.

The Doctor started scanning her as the Hatter leaned back so he could get a better view, "It's weird, I mean...you're not special, you're not powerful, you're not connected, you're not clever, you're not important..."

"Ignore him," the Hatter cut in, giving the Doctor a look to be quiet, "I happen to disagree with all of them".

"This friend of yours..." Donna glared at the Doctor, "Just before she left, did she punch you in the face?" she hit the sonic aside, "Stop bleeping me!"

"What kind of secretary?" the Hatter asked, not wanting to have to listen to the Doctor complain about being slapped again.

"I'm at H.C Clements," Donna said, "It's where I met Lance. I was temping," she smiled, "I mean; it was all a bit posh really. I'd spent the last two years at a double glazing firm. Well, I thought...I'm never gonna fit in here. And then he made me a coffee. I mean, that just doesn't happen. Nobody gets the secretaries a coffee. And Lance...he's the head of HR! He don't need to bother with me! But he was nice, he was funny. And it turns out he thought everyone else was really snotty too. So that's how it started, me and him...one cup of coffee. That was it".

"When was this?" the Doctor asked.

"Six months ago," Donna smiled.

"Bit quick, to get married..." the Hatter frowned.

"Well...he insisted," Donna said, "And he nagged...and he nagged me...and he just...wore me down and then finally, I just gave in".

The Doctor and the Hatter exchanged amused looks as the story sounded as if it was around the other way.

"What does HC Clements do?" the Hatter asked.

"Oh, security systems, you know...entry codes, ID cards, that sort of thing. If you ask me, it's a posh name for 'locksmiths'".

"Keys..." the Doctor and the Hatter mussed.

"Anyway, enough of my CV," Donna said, "Come on, it's time to face the consequences. Oh, this is gonna be so shaming. You can do the explaining, Martian-boy, Martian-girl".

"Yeah," the Doctor said as they stood, "We're not from Mars".

"Oh, I had this great big reception all planned," Donna sighed, not taking any notice of what the Doctor said, "Everyone's gonna be heartbroken..."


If heartbroken was everyone dancing, drinking, eating, and laughing then everyone in the reception area was extremely heartbroken. Donna stopped, folded her arms, glaring at everyone as her mother spotted her, freezing. The rest of the room followed quickly after, until all eyes were on the three of them.

"You had the reception without me?" Donna demanded.

"Donna...what happened to ya?" a man, presumably Lance asked.

"You had the reception without me?" Donna repeated in disbelief.

"Hello!" the Doctor cheerfully interrupted as the Hatter waved, "I'm the Doctor and this is the Hatter".

Donna turned to them, "They had the reception without me!"

"Yes, we gathered," the Doctor said as the Hatter covered her laugh with a cough.

"Well, it was all paid for...why not?" a blonde woman stepped forward.

"Thank you, Nerys," Donna glared at her.

"So you're Nerys," the Hatter stepped forward and leaned closer to Donna, "I see what you mean about the tan," she commented before stepping back next to the Doctor.

"What was that?" the Doctor whispered to her.

"Just trying to make Donna feel better," the Hatter shrugged.

"Well, what were we supposed to do?" an older woman walked closer, obviously Donna's mother, "I got your silly little message in the end, 'I'm on Earth?' very funny. What the hell happened? How did you do it? I mean, what's the trick because I'd love to know..."

The whole room started talking all at once, asking questions, demanding to know how she did it to the point that Donna burst into tears. Everyone stopped talking and Lance stepped forward, hugging Donna as she cried on his shoulder. The room broke into applauds when Donna glanced at the Doctor and the Hatter over Lance's shoulder, giving them a wink through fake tears.

"I knew I liked her," the Hatter whispered to the Doctor as they smirked.

Edited: 6/08/2015

I hope you liked it and I would like to say thank you to everyone who reviewed/ favourite/ alerted my last story 'Finding the last Time lady,' it really meant a lot. Please tell me what you thought, please review :)