A/N This has been sitting in my computer for months but I was too afraid that if I posted it I wouldn't be able to have time for it. But now, when I'm less busy, I think I'll manage it. For those not familiar with the other story- "Wronging Rights Or Righting Wrongs", long story short, the Master (Koschei) enslaved the Doctor (Theta) during the year that never was (we all know that) then stuff happened and now they are in love and traveling together. For those who know of the story- Welcome back! I hope you enjoyed the last one and will like this one too ^.^
I Do... See The People In Need Of A Saving
"We can't marry!" The exclamation mark was clearly visible even as the Doctor whispered the words.
"Oh, come on, Thet, live a little. Pun perfectly intended," Koschei mumbled in his ear before turning toward the... priest... glaring at them, and smiled. The Doctor couldn't say he wasn't impressed with the way the other was handling the whole situation.
Him? Well, he wasn't so thrilled to marry his lover of... how much? Three years, now? How fast did the time fly when you were trying not to get killed. Don't get him wrong, he had thought of it, dreamed about it a few times and okay, yes, there was a magazine he had hidden in one of the many rooms of the TARDIS that specialized in weddings.
Most of it was perfect, the Doctor had to admit. He had decided long ago that if the Master ever accepted to marry him it would look kind of like that. A replica of the human ritual, with all its little tradition. The white lilies and the beautiful little chapel made up for the fact that he didn't get to wear his trench coat. Add the Gallifreyan song Koschei sometimes sang to him in bed and he could overlook the fact that he was considered the 'bride' in the whole arrangement.
But nothing could be able to help him ignore the fact that he was about to be married by a purple octopus in a white mantle. That was holding a gun pointing right at his head.
Just their luck to find themselves on a planet where not being married by the age of 40 was a felony. At least they had been together, as the Master had pointed out a few times since they had caught wind of the situation.
"No matter how narcissistic I am I don't think they'd have let me marry myself," his lover had laughed and Theta had felt at ease. For about two seconds.
He glanced at his soon-to-be-husband again. Koschei for one thing didn't look like someone was forcing him into one of the biggest decisions in his life, for which the Doctor was secretly, and then not-so-secretly, the grin gave it away, glad. Theta wanted to do it. He really did. But first he wanted his lover to spend a few weeks wondering whether to propose him until one day he cornered him in their bedroom and straight out told him that they were marrying and the honeymoon was on Earth and then screwing him within an inch of his life when the Doctor said 'yes'.
He might have put a little thought on that...
Just a little.
It was perfectly reasonable to have a suit in your wardrobe that you never wore, just because it was too pretty to be torn to shreds by some angry/hungry/insane/etc alien. Not because he wanted to marry into it. But, damn it, he hadn't been allowed to wear it! It was his big day after all.
Okay, gun. Focus on the gun.
"I do," Koschei said from beside him, hand finding the other's and squeezing it tightly, reassuringly.
Well, there were a lot of other horrors that might have happened to them. And, Theta mused, they could still get a divorce... if Koschei insisted.
"I," he grinned, returning the squeeze. However, his next words were drowned by the deafening sound of something being blown up.
Theta had never been more unhappy by the possibility of saving someone's life.