-A Wedding-

Eleven/Rose

My sister gets 1% credit for this...just so you know.

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"Ah! Here we are. London," Doctor said, landing the TARDIS.

Amy was excited. She didn't know why, but she was excited to be in London. Plain, normal, London.

They stepped out of the time machine and looked around. The Doctor was rambling on and on, and Amy was half-listening, zoning in and out from time to time, but mostly looking for somewhere to eat. She hadn't eaten that day, and it was almost noon.

"...and, to top it off, he didn't even care! Not even in the least..."

She sighed and wondered what she wanted to eat. Chips? Steak? Chips and steak, maybe? Truth be told, she had no idea. She thought of asking him, but he was happily rambling on and she didn't want to ruin it. Zoning in for a second, she held back a laugh at what he said.

"...him and his teleporting wrist band, flirting with everything that moves..."

She zoned out again. She saw a zeppelin in the sky, one that flew over London every once and while, just for fun. She watched it approaching, and nudged him in mid sentence.

"...he really did fl—ow!" he said, rubbing his ribs where she had nudged him.

"Look," she said, pointing up towards the zeppelin.

He looked up, excited that maybe it was some sort of alien vessel so he could have an adventure. Instead what he saw was the thing he most of all didn't want to see. He blocked the memories out as much as was possible for someone in his state.

Amy stared at his vacant/sad expression and looked back up at the zeppelin. Was it crashing? Was it burning? No, just floating by.

He took a deep breath and kept walking. He stopped rambling, but instead he just walked on in front of her. She took one last look at the TARDIS and ran to catch up with the Doctor. She wondered at his still vacant expression. Zeppelins made him sad. Learning something new about him everyday.

She just couldn't help herself. "Was something wrong with that zeppelin? I mean, it made you look sad, and vacant."

He looked at her, still walking towards the the main area of the part of London they happened to land in.

"Nah, just...you know, thinking," he said, looking back forward.

"About?"

"Nothing. Its nothing. Are you hungry?"

She nodded and once they found a small but charming cafe, they entered and sat at a table for two by the window. They looked at their menus, or, rather, she looked at her menu. He just insisted he wasn't hungry and placed the menu in front of him, instead resulting in staring out into the cloudless sky. But he continued his his ranting all the same.

Amy ordered french fries, and, once they arrived at their table, she started popping them in her mouth happily. She offered one to the Doctor, and he took it. Chewing it slowly, he mumbled "Thanks," and moved on to his gazing up at the sky. And then he continued his ranting, but yet he still had this distant look in his eyes.

"...he kept playing this same song over and over, just trying to get her to dance with him. "Hey, remember this?..."

She kept trying not to zone in, but when he got a little louder it was kind of hard.

"...and when we were running a stupid Dalek shot me-"

"You got shot by a Dalek?" she interrupted him.

"Yes...since when did you start listening?" he said through a laugh.

She shook her head, laughing as well.

When she had finished her fries, often handing a few to him, given the large amount of fries she had been given, she paid for them, and they were off. The zeppelin was long gone, and so were the Doctor's vacant looks. He on rambling, and again, she zoned in and out.

Walking by a news stand, she grabbed a paper, quickly paid the man selling it, and hurried to keep up with the Doctor. She was walking and reading the paper at the same time, and looking in the up-coming marriages, a name popped out in her mind.

Rose Tyler.

Where had she heard that before?

"...and, then he said, "not if you're blonde"..."

After a moment of contemplating for a while, it came to her. The Doctor's companion, Rose. That's the name. She remembered the one time he had mentioned her...

"Doctor, you keep talking about this companion," she said, treading carefully, "the one you lost? What was her name?"

He heard that before. "Her name was Rose. Rose Tyler." And that was all he said. After that he had become distant and she could here the sadness in his voice. She hated seeing him this way. But she didn't know how to help him. What to say? "Its okay, she'll come back."

But he told her she couldn't, and when she asked him why, he kindly asked her to drop it.

She stared at the extremely small 'article' and started to read;

"Rose Tyler to marry John Smith this coming Saturday..."

It went on to state when exactly and where they were to be married. She elbowed him again, in the ribs.

"...and he won't die so he'll just keep going and going until—ow! Again!"

"Rose Tyler, the one you lost?" she said abruptly.

"Yeah, what about her?" he asked, rubbing his ribs.

"She's getting married."

"Well I'd hope so. I didn't leave him there for—wait. How do you know?" he stopped walking and looked her straight in the eye.

"It says right here," she said, handing him the paper while pointing at the announcement.

He stared at it for a while and then lowered it and looked around.

"That's...it can't be...its...impossible..."

He handed the paper back to her with a puzzled look on his face.

This was impossible. It just couldn't be right. He was sure they didn't fall through a crack and land in Pete's World. He looked at Amy and then around again. How was he supposed to tell? Maybe if he went to the Powell Estate...no, that wouldn't work. They didn't live there in neither worlds.

"Oh!" he half-shouted. He had an idea. "Look around for an ad! An ad for health drinks with Pete on it!"

"What are you talking about?"

Having not found any ads, he ran to a grocery store and barged in, making the bell on the top of the door rattle uncontrollably. Amy was following him, no doubt thinking he was even more insane than usual.

He ran to the drinks isle and looked for health drinks. Walking down the isle, he was whispering.

"Health drinks, health drinks...where are the health drinks..."

He found them, and looking down at the bottom shelf, he squatted down to get a better view.

She ran into the drink isle with the Doctor and slid to a stop, squatting next to him. He was holding a health drink in his hands with his mouth slightly open. She looked at the bottle and read the label aloud.

"Pete's Health Drinks? What's so special-"

"It not special," he said, placing the bottle back on the shelf and quickly walking out of the store.

"Than why-"

He interrupted her again. "Pete Tyler doesn't live in this dimension."

She almost laughed. "How is that possible?"

He looked at her. "It isn't."

She gave up on asking questions due to his being vague. She stared at him as they walked fast through the busy sidewalks of London. They seemed to walk on forever, and when she asked where they going, he said to see an old friend.

Pete Tyler. She had never heard of him before. He had the same last name as Rose, obviously, but she still didn't know why seeing his health drinks had effected him so much. Done asking questions, she desperately tried to put the puzzle pieces together.

He started walking faster as he realized they were getting closer to Tyler Manor. When they arrived at the entrance, which was a dirt road that led to the Manor. He walked up to the enormous gate blocking him off.

He looked through the gates jail cell-like appearance and stared at the Manor from afar.

"Doctor? What is this place?" Amy asked, walking up beside him, doing the same, staring.

"Tyler Manor."

"I've never seen it...its like it wasn't here yesterday but today is."

"That's not what happened. What happened is we were in the TARDIS and it flew us to an alternate reality. Pete's World."

She simply stared back at him and asked the first thing that crossed her mind.

"Will we be able to get back?" He could almost smell her worry.

He stared at her, then back at the Manor, changing the subject.

"Where does it say the wedding is going to take place?"

She still had the paper, and looking at the article, she named the church.

"And when?" he said, honestly having forgotten where and when.

"Tomorrow at noon," she said, looking at his serious face. "Are we going?"

He nodded.

And it was set. He was going to go to his own wedding. In a way. Then he was going to go back to his own reality.

-The Next Morning-

The Doctor didn't sleep a wink. He didn't even try, actually. He just sat in the console alone with his thought and memories. He was in the alternate universe, where his Rose was. But the fact was, she wasn't his Rose anymore. She was still his previous regeneration's. Not the present one. Amy had slept through the night, and he knew that because he checked on her a lot that night. The thought of losing her too made him sick. No, he didn't love Amy like he did Rose. But he still loved her as a friend and would be crushed if anything happened to her. Every time he checked on her she was perfectly happy. He leaned against her door frame and watched her as she slept. He smiled when he remembered doing the same in his last two regenerations, only to Rose. He looked away from his sleeping companion, instead settling his green eyes on the floor in front of him. He pushed of the door frame and, quietly shutting her door, he walked back to the console room. He sat in the captain's chair and sighed. He didn't know the last time he had felt this helpless. He knew it wasn't easy to get back to his own reality, and he certainly wasn't staying here. He couldn't risk Mickey, Jackie, Pete and definitely not Rose, noticing the TARDIS. It would go downhill from there. She still had a key to the TARDIS, and would probably use it to get in. She would see how different it is. She would see how different he was. And with that alone, he couldn't take it. She had the Meta-Crisis, or John Smith, now. He didn't need him. He leaned back into his chair and couldn't help but let a tear fall down his cheek. This was a disaster. In fact, he decided he wasn't going to the wedding. Nope. It was too risky. The couple would see two random people they didn't invite to their wedding and kick them out. He could just imagine his sonic screwdriver falling out of his pocket and Rose seeing it and everything get out hand real fast.

Before he knew it, it was morning. Amy walked in, surprising the Doctor by wearing a spaghetti strapped light yellow dress that came right above her knees. Her hair was wavy and she had nice makeup on. She looked fantastic.

"I'm ready for a wedding," she said, smiling, and then spinning around, showing off the dress.

"Right you are."

He had told himself he wasn't going. He couldn't...but Amy had been through so much, what with aliens and a time machines, it got to her, just like it did everyone else. She needed leisure, but he didn't know if going to his own wedding when she didn't even know who Rose or John Smith was...especially since she know that John was him, was a good idea. Talk about a shock.

She was trying to decide which earrings to wear when he decided it was fine. Rose had a big family and Jackie had a lot of friends, and so did Pete. There would be a lot of people there, and when say Jackie saw them there and didn't know them, she would guess it was Pete who invited them, or someone else did, and vice versa. So, now that he had that sorted that out, it was time to put a real suit on. He chose one that was normal, just a black tux with a black bow tie. Once he had that on, they were ready to go. It was cheerful morning, sunny and a comfortable temperature, and he found himself being happy that Rose's wedding day was perfect.

When they arrived at the large church's entrance, he became nervous. Why was he doing this, getting nervous? He took a deep breath and reminded himself it wasn't his wedding. Well, not technically. But still. He shook his head. That didn't matter.

The man letting guests in the church didn't seem pleased to see them. He stated clearly that their names, Miss Pond and Mr. Smith, were not on the list. With a flash of the physic paper, he changed his mind and let them through.

Doctor and Amy sat in the very back, and he couldn't quite see his old self, who was in the front of the church. He told Amy to stay there, but of course, she came anyway. He walked up to where everybody was talking and joking in the front by the altar. And then he saw him. His tenth regeneration, standing there, suit and all, talking to Jackie. He stared for the longest time until Amy interrupted his thoughts.

"Is that John Smith?"

"Yes."

She looked at him. "I know this is hard, because you obviously cared about her. But just think, she's happy. Isn't that what matters?"

"Yes," he repeated.

When they went back to their seats, he couldn't take his eyes off of John Smith. He wondered if Rose still called him Doctor. Surely she did. He couldn't imagine her calling him John. No, that didn't seem right at all.

Amy shifted in her seat to face him a little more and asked the question he dreaded.

"We are going to be able to go back to our reality, aren't we?"

He looked at her. "Of course we are."

She sighed in relief and looked forward again.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" she whispered to him, due to the people standing next to their seats.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. Don't worry. Its not that big a deal," he lied. Yes it was, it was just about as big a deal as it could be. He couldn't imagine what this was going to be like. Seeing Rose walk down that isle they were seated directly by was going to be a hard thing to sit through.

As soon as he thought that, 'Here Comes The Bride' started playing. His breath got caught in his throat when it did, and then they all stood. Amy was standing closest to the isle, and him second.

As Rose came out onto the isle, he couldn't breathe. She had an absolutely beautiful dress on, (Authors note: check my profile for the pics of her dress, because I suck at explaining it so I'm not going to :P Copy and paste the URL) and just seeing her made him emotional and crazy inside.

His mouth was a almost wide open when he notice she was peering over to look his way. When their eyes met for the first time since Bad Wolf Bay, he almost lost control. But as soon as he almost did, she looked forward again, and never stopped smiling.

As she walked, he stared at her. He was obviously looking like his feelings, sad, depressed, angry and helpless, because he felt Amy's hand slip on top of his and squeeze it. He squeezed her hand back as he watched the woman he loved marry his old regeneration's Meta-Crisis.

When they had said their vows and placed the rings on each others fingers, and finally kissed each other passionately. Everyone stood as they walked out hand in hand.

After that they all went to a rented party place where the reception was to be held. Doctor and Amy hitched a ride in a taxi, Amy paying for it.

Once they arrived they walked in the large room where everything decorated futuristically, and he laughed at that.

There was a DJ who was playing an upbeat tune that everybody danced to. He saw Rose dancing with Meta-Crisis. A few minutes later a slower song came on and everyone formed a circle around the newly weds. They danced, whispering things into each others ear, one of them laughing every once and a while. Jackie was taping the whole thing with an old video camera. When that song was over, a another slow one came on, this time everybody came out and danced, and Amy asked Doctor if he'd dance with her, because they looked odd, being the only ones not dancing. He agreed, but he said it wasn't going to be for long. When they were dancing, Amy had her head rested on his shoulder, while he Doctor stared at Rose and Meta-Crisis crisis dancing again. Rose looked so at peace, smiling away with her new husband. If anything, his Duplicate looked even more happy than her. He was smiling ear to ear and never stopping even to say anything. He had to stop dancing with Amy and 'go to the bathroom'. Once he arrived, he paced by the stalls in the large bathroom and ran his fingers through his hair. He was facing away from the door as it opened and someone entered. He ignored whoever it was, until he heard a very familiar voice.

"Nervous?"

Doctor spun around and stared his previous regeneration in the eyes. He was standing there, hands in his fancy tux pockets, smiling away.

He swallowed hard. "Um...no, I'm not nervous."

"Then may I ask why your pacing around the bathroom?" Ah, yes. That curiosity was still there no matter what.

"No, you may not ask that," the Doctor said casually.

"Fair enough. I-"

There was a enormous bang and crashing sound coming from outside the bathroom, and like lightning they both ran out of it. They saw sunlight, which wasn't a good sign. They both looked up and saw a gaping hole in the ceiling where some sort of round pod had fallen though the roof and was sitting in the middle of the dance floor. He glanced over at Amy, who had evidently just came out of the ladies bathroom, because she was standing outside of it. Then they both seemed to see the same thing at the same time.

Rose was laying on the ground next to the pod, not moving, wedding dress sprawled out all over the place. Apparently no one had seen her yet. But the Doctors did.

They both screamed it at the same time.

"Rose!"