Romana and Braxiatel studied the bride carefully, weary of her and uneasy at how she so easily slipped into the TARDIS. The TARDIS has one of the best defence systems in the entire universe. Not even any of the high species could get inside it so how was it possible for a mere, primitive human to get in? Romana and Braxiatel looked at each other, agitated before Romana looked at the bride who looked beyond angry at them.

"How did you get in here?" Romana snapped, glaring at the woman. "Who were you sent by? Free Time terrorists? Assassinations attempt? Daleks?"

"Or perhaps just a ordinary bride." Braxiatel commented smoothly and the bride gave him a piercing glare.

"Tell me where I am. I demand you both to tell me right now, where am I?" The woman literally looked like she was going to have a break down and this was when Romana knew she was not some assassin or spy and as Braxiatel bluntly put it, a ordinary bride who just wanted to get married.

"You're inside our spaceship, otherwise known as the TARDIS." Romana replied.

The woman blinked, holding back her tears. "The what?"

"The TARDIS." Braxiatel replied, making the woman look at him. "Time and Relative Dimension in Space." Romana headed over to the console, checking the monitors. "It's bigger on the inside."

"That's not even a proper word! You're just saying things!" The bride spoke rather angrily, not believing him and Braxiatel sighed. This was going to be difficult.

"It would help if you would calm down," Romana told the bride, glancing at her. "We're both just as lost as you. Our ship has the best defences in the universe, nobody could get in so easily."

"Your ship?" The woman snapped. "It looks nothing like a bloomin ship! It's a mess!"

Romana stroked the TARDIS console fondly. "Don't you listen to the woman. You're the most beautiful ship in the universe." The TARDIS hummed delightedly at the comment Romana gave her and Donna moved backwards away from her, freaked out.

"How did you get in here is the most important question." Braxiatel asked, looking at her.

The bride looked at him, rigid with rage. "Well, obviously, when you kidnapped me. Who was it? Who's paying you two? Is it Nerys? Oh my god, she's finally got me back. This has got Nerys written all over it."

"Remind me after all this is done to grab myself a bottle of one of your whiskeys." Romana told him as she rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on as they watched the bride rant. Braxiatel merely smirked. "I have a feeling I'm going to need it."

"Whose Nerys?" Romana asked quizzically.

"Your best friend." The bride snapped as she watched Braxiatel fiddle with the controls. "I've been waiting all my life for this. I was just seconds away! And then you two! I dunno you drugged me or something!"

"We're just as lost as you are." Romana told the bride again. "We haven't met you in our lives. We-" She indicated between herself and Braxiatel. "Haven't done anything to you, that I can promise you."

"We're having the police on you!" The bride told her, ignoring Romana's comment. "Me and my husband, as soon as he is my husband, we're gonna sue the living backside out of the pair of you!"

"I'd like to see her try that," Braxiatel told Romana. "You're impossible to lose in a court case."

"I am the best. I didn't become a politician for nothing you know." Whilst they were communicating telepathically, Donna noticed the doors and rushed over to them and Romana looked over to her and hurried after her.

"No, you can't go out there! We're still in flight!" Romana yelled but it was too late. The bride had already thrown open the doors and was looking upon a super nova and her mouth falls open slightly. Romana and Braxiatel stood on either side of her. "Welcome to space."

"How am I breathing?" Donna asked in awe.

"The TARDIS is protecting us. That's our ship's name if you didn't hear Braxiatel mention that before."

Donna looked at them both. Today has been full of surprises and she was running out of emotions to show how surprised she was. She just wanted to get married to the man she loved. Was it too much to ask for? "Who are you two?"

"I'm Romanadvoratrelundar but you are more than welcome to call me Romana." She gave the bride a curt nod and the bride blinked, processing her long name.

"And I'm Irving Braxiatel, but please, call me Braxiatel. May we enquire to who you are?" Braxiatel asked politely.

"Donna." The woman whispered.

"I take it you're human?"

Donna didn't even look surprised. "Is that optional here?"

"For us it is." Romana replied gently. "But don't worry, we're not going to hurt you in any way, shape or form."

Donna glanced at them, studying them. "You're both aliens?" They didn't look like aliens but then again, their true form could be hiding underneath the skin like in those american alien movies she and her fiance Lance have been watching lately.

"Problem with that?"

Donna paused and looked back outside. She just wanted to get out of here. As beautiful as it was, she was a bride and she had to get to her husband-to-be. Oh god, it must have looked like to the others like she's done a runner! She shivered at the thought. "It's freezing with these doors open."

Braxiatel closed them shut and Romana went over to the console. "Is it all right if we have a look at you for a moment?" She asked as she grabbed an opthalmoscope. "We just need to check to see how you got into our ship then we can take you to the church to your wedding. Is that Deal?"

The bride looked hesitant. "Are you gonna prod me? Experiment on me?" She asked, her eyes wide and she moved away from them. No stupid alien was going to hurt her, no matter how nice and friendly they seem.

"No!" Romana shook her head. "No! We just want a medical check. It'll take less than ten minutes."

Donna bit her lip before nodding. "Fine." She agreed. "But then get me to the church!"

Romana used the opthalmoscope and looked into Donna's eyes before frowning. "How on Gallifrey have you got subatomic connection? Has someone been drugging you?" Romana pulled the opthalmoscope away, looking deeply troubled.

Donna looked stunned. "No! I don't know, now get me to the bloody church!"

"Fine!" Romana snapped and she and Braxiatel. "Where is your wedding anyway?"

"Saint Mary's, Hayden Road, Chiswick, London, England, Earth, the Solar System!" Donna retorted in an almost sarcastic manner and she suddenly spots a blouse which was slung over one of the railings and she picked it up before looking at Braxiatel. "I knew it. Acting all innocent." She strode over to them and showed them the blouse. "I'm not the first am I? How many women have you abducted?"

"Me included?" Romana asked sarcastically and Braxiatel rolled his eyes. "We haven't abducted anyone Donna. That jacket once belong to a...friend." She sneered at the word friend, remembering what Rose had said to her in Torchwood. She doubted she'll ever forgive Rose for that.

"Where is she, then? Popped out for a space walk?" Donna asked sarcastically, not noticing the way Romana sneered at the thought of Rose and Braxiatel couldn't help but look amusedly at her.

"She's gone." Was all Romana could say as though it meant nothing. She hadn't forgiven Rose for what's she said to her and she doubt she'll ever will.

"Gone where?"

"We lost her." Braxiatel replied smoothly, causing Donna to look at him. "Chiswick did you say?" He pressed a button on the console, knowing Romana did not want to talk about Rose before frowning as he heard the sound of the TARDIS. It sounded as though it was damaged and he cast a glance at Romana. "She doesn't sound too good."

Romana stroked the console, looking concerned. "Come on old girl, you can do it. We'll have to fix her up later."

The TARDIS landed perfectly and they stepped outside and Donna looked around and turned to look at them angrily. "I said 'Saint Mary's. What sort of married Martians are you?"

"Oh no, we're not married." Braxiatel told her as they watched Romana stroke the TARDIS with concern. But he had no problem in letting Donna to thinking that they were married.

"She really doesn't sound too good. Usually she lands us where we want to go but it's as if she's ill today." Romana told them and Donna rolled her eyes. "Almost as if she's recalibrating." She went back inside the TARDIS, Braxiatel watching her from the doors as she worked on the console.

Donna was still standing outside with her mouth open, finally noticing what she stepped out of and how small it is in comparison to it's interior. Braxiatel noticed her expression and sighed. "It's bigger on the inside," He explained. "I told you this before when you arrived. Think of it like another dimension."

But Donna wasn't listening, she was practically pacing around the outside of the TARDIS, feeling the walls in utter bewilderment. Donna stood back in shock and looked at Braxiatel, her mouth wide open. "Welcome to our world, Donna."

"That box is too...weird." She choked just as Romana stepped outside the TARDIS. Donna shook her head, the strangeness of the TARDIS being too much for her. She just wanted to get married. She didn't care about spaceships or aliens. She just wanted her day to go perfect but unfortunately, it seemed as though fate had other plans for her. "I just want to get married." She sighed exaggeratedly and checked her watch, suppressing tears. "Ten past three. I'm gonna miss it."

Romana turned to Braxiatel. "No chance you have a vortex manipulator or time ring on you is there?"

"Unfortunately no."

Romana turned to Donna. "Why don't you phone your family and tell them where you are?"

"How do I do that?" Donna snapped and Romana rummaged her pockets before handing Donna her mobile. "As you can see, I have no bloody pockets!"

"Use mine." Romana told her as Donna looked it, amazed by the fact that Romana has a normal mobile phone. "I would like it back after you have used it though. I have important contact details on there."

"You're blooming Martians yet you have a normal mobile phone? What sort of rubbish aliens are you?" Donna asked sarcastically.

"This man you're marrying, what's his name?" Braxiatel asked curiously.

"Lance." Donna replied lovingly as she began to type in some numbers.

Braxiatel looked at Romana. "I have to admire Lance, I do have to say."

Donna rounded up on him, brandishing her finger at him with a terrifying abruptness. "Oi! No stupid Martians are gonna stop me from getting married. To hell with the pair of you!" She dialled a number in Romana's phone and ran off.

"We're not from Mars." Romana told her, sighing before they both began to run after her, finding themselves on a busy London street. "We're nothing like the Ice Warriors."

"Or Martians themselves." Braxiatel commented and Romana shook her head amusedly.

"Taxi!" Donna shouted, trying to call for a taxi but the taxi ignores her. "Why's his light on?"

"There's another one." Braxiatel tried to call for a taxi but was ignored and Braxiatel sighed.

"Why aren't they stopping? Are human taxi drivers usually this rude?" Romana asked, confused.

"They think I'm in a fancy dress." Donna replied irritated.

Just then, a taxi driver drove past and the driver hooted his horn at them. "Stay off the scotch darlin'!" He called and Braxiatel sneered in disgust. Human behaviour was disgusting at times.

"They think I'm in drag!" She threw her hands up in despair.

"Oh you two are absolutely hopeless. Here, let me." Romana scolded and she puts fingers between her lips and there was a long and piercing whistle, causing Donna and the nearby humans to wince and cover their ears. However, it attracted the attention of a taxi which stopped right in front of them. Romana looked smugged as the three of them clambered into the back seat.

"Saint Mary's in Chiswick, just off Hayden Road. It's an emergency, I'm getting married! Just...hurry up!" Donna shouted with irritation.

"You know it'll cost you, sweetheart? Double rates today." The driver told her.

"Oh my god!" Donna looked at the two time-lord's. "Have either of you got any money on you?"

Braxiatel patted down his suit and looked through his pockets before getting out some shillings. "No, I only have shillings I'm afraid. Not much good in this century. How about you Romana?"

Romana searched her pockets quickly before she too, shook her head. "I'm afraid to say, no this time I haven't. Usually I'm more organised but today is one of my off days." The taxi screeched to a halt and the taxi driver ordered them out and Braxiatel slammed the door.

"And that goes double for your mother!" Donna yelled angrily as the taxi driver drove off. "I'll have him. I've got his number. I'll have him. Talk about the Christmas Spirit."

At the mention of this, both Time-Lord's looked around the street to see Christmas decorations. "Christmas all ready?" Romana asked, blinking in surprise. It wasn't when they were dealing with the battle of Torchwood. It made a nice change.

"Well, duh. Maybe not on Mars, but here it's Christmas Eve." Donna replied sarcastically before getting Romana's phone out.

"How come you're getting married on Christmas Eve?" Braxiatel asked Donna.

"Can't bear it. I hate Christmas. Honeymoon in Morocco. Sunshine, lovely." Truth be told, Donna never had a happy Christmas. It was always just her, her mother and her Granddad and that was it. Her and her mother would always get into a silly argument over something stupid which would lead to shouting and slamming doors and she shook her head and Donna wished she didn't have such a bad temper.

"Sounds lovely. I prefer Paris though, especially in the Autumn. Now, use my phone to contact your relatives whilst myself and Braxiatel get some money." Romana indicated towards a nearby cash machine where a small queue was formed.

"Oh. But hang on, I thought you Martians didn't have any money?" Donna narrowed her eyes at them.

"We're not Martians," Braxiatel insisted. "Now do as you told. Come my Lady." He tugged Romana gently by the arm and led her to the queue.

"Oh, answer the phone!" Donna groaned, looking irritated as the phone on the other line kept ringing but it ended up on being an answer phone. "Mum, get off the phone and listen. I'm-" She looked around frantically. "Oh my god, I dunno where I am! It's a street. And there's a WH Smith but it's definitely Earth."

Romana and Braxiatel were still waiting to use the cash machine and Romana let out a suppressed sigh. "We can't even have a moment's rest." She said irritatedly. "You need your rest more than anyone at this moment as well."

"I'm feeling perfectly fine Romana. I don't think I need the zero room yet," Braxiatel replied and the man in front of them left and they moved forwards and Romana casts a furtive look around them before using her sonic screwdriver to retrieve cash from the machine. "Besides, it should be Donna you're worried about. I think I'm going to have to give this Lance of hers some credit."

Romana laughed at the comment and shook her head and Braxiatel looked around and saw Donna approaching a woman on the street, asking for money and he rolled his eyes before his eyes saw something in the distance. Further along the road was a row of masked Santa's playing trumpets but Braxiatel knew they weren't ordinary Santas and he tensed. "We have company." Braxiatel warned Romana telepathically and Romana grabbed the cash before looking towards where Braxiatel was looking and she stiffened.

"Pilot fish," She sneered. "Who are they working for this time?"

"I hope for our sake, it's not the Sycorax." Braxiatel replied. "I can only sword fight so many times and besides, not sure how good this body is with a sword."

"Taxi!" They heard Donna yell and they looked at Donna as a taxi pulled up beside her and she talked to the driver for a few seconds before looking over to the Time-Lord's, closing Romana's phone. "Thanks for nothing Martians! I'll see you both in court!" She climbed into the taxi driver and that's when they saw that the taxi driver wasn't a taxi driver, but was a pilot fish.

"Donna!" Romana shouted angrily and made to move but then looked towards the army of Santa's playing trumpets that were moving towards them slowly. Both she and Braxiatel watched as one of them lowered his trumpet ominously and both Time-Lord's knew that they were deadly weapons.

Braxiatel made his way to grab his blaster but Romana was ahead of him and she pointed her sonic screwdriver and pointed it at the cash machine. A few seconds later, notes began to fly everywhere and there was a mad scramble and confusion as people around them tried to catch the money and Braxiatel grabbed Romana's hand and ran back in the direction of the TARDIS.

Braxiatel found that this new body seemed to like holding Romana's hands and he wasn't going to complain about it.