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Author's Note: Wow guys! Thanks so much for all of the reviews! 17 total for the first part of the Runaway Bride! It's really awesome! As for the Doctor, I know that many of you wanted to smack him for hurting Charlene, I can't blame you. I wanted to do the exact same thing.

Oh! And off the topic ... it's finally the month of November now and we know what that means...

THE DAY OF THE DOCTOR IS NOT THAT FAR AWAY FROM US! *happy dance* I'M SO EXCITED FOR IT AS YOU CAN TELL LOL.

That and it's my birthday too this month so that's another thing that's exciting. Oh and we have Catching Fire to look forward to (those who love the Hunger Games). This month is going to be (quoting the Tenth and Ninth Doctor) brilliant and fantastic!

Anyway, enjoy reading the second part!

Edit: Now BETAed by Yhoretta :)

"We've landed!"

As soon as she heard the chipper voice of Charlene, Donna immediately stomped out the door, expecting to be right in front of the church, but it didn't turn out that way. The surroundings she found herself standing in were unfamiliar and Donna almost growled out loud in annoyance.

"I said 'Saint Mary's'! What sort of Martians are you?! What's this?!" she exclaimed.

Charlene stepped out beside her, blinking in confusion as she looked around. "Mm. I was sure I set the TARDIS to the right destination."

"Well, obviously not!" Donna huffed angrily.

Charlene ignored her as she called out while turning around to face the person she had called too, "Doctor?"

He was already with them outside and was stroking the TARDIS in concern. "Something's wrong with her…" he mumbled.

Donna rolled her eyes as Charlene went up to him and placed her hand on his. She watched as their eyes locked. The tension between the two was still there.

"I'm sure there's nothing wrong with her," Charlene told him softly. "I think she's just recalibrating."

"Of course!" With that, the Doctor rushed back inside the TARDIS and over to the console with Charlene at his heel. But he frowned when he looked at the scanner. "She's digesting."

Donna took another look at what she had stepped out of only for her mouth drop in shock. It was a blue box … a blue box, and it was bigger on the inside! She really couldn't hear anything the Doctor or Charlene asked her. The only thing she could hear was the frantic beating of her heart as she started pacing around outside of the TARDIS, feeling the walls in utter bewilderment. As she went around it, she finally registered Charlene and the Doctor talking.

"Maybe there was something you did that brought you here? Can you think of it?" Charlene called to her, but Donna didn't answer, too in shock to do so.

"Any alien contact? We can't let you go wandering off in case you're dangerous."

"Yeah, that's the last thing that needs to happen," Charlene added in next to the Doctor. "I mean, have you…have you seen lights in the sky?

"Or maybe you touched something you weren't supposed to." She heard Charlene snap her fingers. "Oh, and for future reference, don't touch something that's not meant to be touched."

"Not the time, Charlene."

"What? I'm just saying."

"Who're you marrying?"

When the Doctor asked this question, she had finished walking around the TARDIS and she popped her head inside to see if she was just imaging how big it was. In the back of her mind, she knew that she wasn't, but she wanted to make sure. Donna stumbled backwards, hands over her mouth. She felt terrified. Who were these Martians?! This was getting to be too much. She needed to get out of here. Now.

"Are you sure he's human? He's not a big overweight with a zip around his forehead, is he?" The Doctor asked.

The thought of Donna marrying a Slitheen was enough to make Charlene grimace. "God, I hope not." She took notice to the fact that Donna wasn't even in the TARDIS right now. But Charlene was able to quickly find her. She was standing outside with her hands over her mouth and a terrified look plastered on her face. Charlene just knew that she was about to run.

"Doctor," she said, tugging on his jacket, stopping him in what he was doing. He looked over at her for the first time and she tried to read his expression as his gaze drifted over every inch of her face.

Then his eyes broke away from hers as he cleared his throat. Charlene stood there for a moment then opened her mouth to say something but before she could, the Doctor cried out:"Donna!"

Donna was running away. Charlene and the Doctor quickly shared a look before rushing after the redhead.

"Donna," she said, grabbing her arm as she and the Doctor fell into step with her. "You really should–" But she was cut off by Donna tugging her arm away from her grip.

"Leave me alone," growled Donna, not looking at them. "I just want to get married."

"I know, and we'll get you to the church," Charlene reassured her and she would have bumped her shoulder into Donna's to comfort her too, but she was too short to do that. She pouted to herself. Why couldn't this body be taller? She shook herself out of that quickly as she told the bride, "you just gotta come with us back in the TARDIS so we can take you there."

"No way," Donna said, shaking her head. "That box is too…weird."

"It's…bigger on the inside, that's all," The Doctor told her and Charlene gave him a 'not helping' look, but he didn't notice it. Again, she frowned as an unpleasant feeling came over her stomach. She still wanted to know what his problem was with her, but now wasn't the time to discuss it. They had Donna to look after.

"Oh! That's all!" Donna sighed in exasperation as she looked at her watch. "Ten past three. I'm gonna miss it." She sounded as if she were suppressing tears and Charlene wanted to hug her.

"You can phone them, tell them where you are."

Donna gave the Doctor a look, "How do I do that?"

"Haven't you got a mobile?"

This caused the bride to stop and she stared at him as Charlene smacked herself in the forehead. "She's in a wedding dress," she told her oblivious Doctor, but he didn't get it. Donna piped up before Charlene could explain it to him.

"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"?!" She screeched so loudly that the Doctor winced. Charlene stifled back a laugh, feeling bad for him but not all that much as she was still angry at the way he was treating her.

"This man you're marrying – what's his name?" he asked after a moment.

"Lance." Donna sighed dreamily, looking much like a teenager in love.

"Good luck Lance."

Charlene almost smacked him in the back of the head at that comment. Just because he had this whatever problem with her, he didn't have to be rude to Donna. Oh what the hell...She smacked him in the back of the head.

"What was that for?" The Doctor demanded, fixing her with a glare.

"For being rude!" Charlene snapped at him, crossing her arms. "That's what that was for." She glared back at him and they stared each other down, both with matching expressions on their faces.

"Oi!" Donna exclaimed and Charlene let the anger drop from her face as she looked at the redhead, ignoring the Doctor staring at her. "No stupid Martians are gonna stop me from getting married. To hell with both of you!"

"I'm—I'm not…I'm not… we're not from Mars," The Doctor called feebly. His eyes flickered to Charlene and again, she couldn't read his expression. "Char-"

Charlene didn't let him continue, "It doesn't matter. Let's go." With that, she took off as well with the Doctor following behind her, seconds later. They caught up to Donna as she tried to call for a taxi, but the driver ignored them.

"Why's his lights on?!"

"There's another one!" The Doctor exclaimed, running as he tried and catch it."Taxi! Do you have this effect on everyone? Why aren't they stopping?"

"Oi!" Donna yelled, stomping her foot on the ground.

Charlene just watched them stumble onto the road in their effort to catch the driver's attention. She would have helped, but knew that it wouldn't make a difference as she didn't think anyone could take Donna seriously, running around in her wedding gown. They would either think she was in fancy dress...

"They think I'm in fancy dress."

Another taxi drove past with the driver hooting his horn. "Stay off the scotch!"

Drunk…

"They think I'm drunk."

Two guys in their car yelled out of their window as they drove past, "You're not fooling no one, mate!"

Or in drag…

"They think I'm in drag!" Donna threw her arms in the air as the Doctor looked her up and down appraisingly.

"As fun as this is…" Charlene started off, stepping in between the two causing them to look at her. "I'll do this. Watch and learn." She put her fingers between her lips and whistled, long and piecing. The Doctor and Donna slapped their hands over their ears as it caught the attention of a taxi, which ground to a halt before them. Charlene grinned at Donna and the Doctor. "And that's how you catch the attention of a taxi driver." With a wink, she got into the back seat first with the Doctor and Donna clambering in behind her.

"When did you learn to do that?" The Doctor asked, surprised, as the driver started driving.

"Oh I've always known how to do it." Charlene shrugged, not looking at him, "Just never had any use for it."

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

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

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

"No use asking him for it, he never has any," Charlene couldn't help but say, amused, with a slight grin on her face.

"Have you got some then?"

The smile fell and Charlene rubbed the back of her head, sheepishly. "Uh, not on me. No." She said earning a sigh of exasperation from Donna.

"And you?" The Doctor asked the bride.

"Pockets!" Donna and Charlene exclaimed at the same time with Donna violently gesturing to her dress while Charlene rolled her eyes at her Doctor. The driver screeched to a halt and Charlene's hands caught herself from slamming face forward on the back of the seat. She glared at the back of the driver's head as he snapped at them to get out. They did as he said and the Doctor slammed the door.

"...And that goes double for your mother!" Donna shouted as the driver took off. She then muttered angrily, "I'll have him. I've got his number. I'll have him. Talk about having the Christmas spirit."

"It's Christmas?!" Charlene squealed, eyes sparkling. Oh, she loved Christmas! She was glad that hadn't changed with her regeneration.

"Well, duh!" Donna huffed. "Maybe not on Mars, but here it's Christmas Eve." Suddenly she slapped Charlene in the shoulder. It wasn't very hard, but Charlene still rubbed the spot irritably.

"What was that for?"

"Phone box!" Donna explained loudly. She rushed towards it with Charlene and the Doctor right behind her. "We can reverse the charges!"

"How come you're getting married on Christmas?" The Doctor asked as they ran down the crowded street.

"Can't bear it. I hate Christmas. Honeymoon in Morocco. Sunshine – lovely." As soon as they got to the phone box, the Doctor opened it for Donna, letting the woman go inside. But she didn't do anything.

"What's wrong?" Charlene questioned the bride concerned, moving her head inside the phone box so she could get a good look at Donna's face. The bride looked confused.

"What's the operator?" she asked, throwing glances to both Charlene and the Doctor. "I've not done this in years. What do you dial, 100?"

The Doctor whipped out the sonic screwdriver and stretched himself in between Charlene and Donna so he could use it on the phone. "Just – just call direct." The dial sound buzzed on the end of the receiver.

'I really need to get a sonic,' Charlene thought to herself as Donna demanded:

"What did you do?"

"Something...Martian." The Doctor sounded distracted and Char looked at him as he stepped back from the phone box. A curious expression crossed her face, wondering what he was trying to find. "Now…" The Doctor started off, snapping the small blonde out of her thoughts. "Phone. I'll get money!" He turned to Charlene and told her, "Stay with Donna. Make sure she doesn't go anywhere."

Charlene nodded and watched as he took off sprinting to the nearest cash machine. Once he got there, a man who was taking his jolly old time harrumphed and continued with his transaction. Charlene almost let out a laugh as the Doctor stopped to hop from foot to foot impatiently. He never did like waiting.

"Oh, answer the phone!" She heard Donna exclaim and she looked over at the bride to see her punching the numbers out. Then she went silent.

"Did you get it?" Charlene asked Donna.

"I'm leaving a message," she answered offhandedly. Then she said, "mum, get off the phone and listen. I'm–" She looked around, eyes wide, "Oh, my God – I dunno where I am! It's … it's a street, and there's WH Smith…but it's definitely Earth."

As soon as Donna had finished the message, she left the phone box and true to her word, Charlene stayed on her heels, even as the bride approached a random woman on the street.

"Excuse me…I'm begging you. I'm getting married, really I am and I'm late and I just need to borrow a tenner and I'll pay you back I promise and it's Christmas."

Suddenly, Charlene felt as if she were being watched. She whirled around. Immediately something caught her eye and she stepped back horrified at the sight of masked Santas playing trumpets a short distance away, much like last Christmas with Rose, Jackie, and Mickey. Charlene's expression turned dark, figuring out with her Time Lord brain that the Santas were looking for someone and that someone must be Donna. They had to get out of here. Charlene quickly turned to face the bride, but found her gone, about to get into a taxi.

"Donna, no! Don't go in there!" Charlene shouted when she noticed that the driver of the taxi was another one of those Santas.

But Donna wasn't paying attention to her. "Thanks for nothing, Martians! I'll see you in court!"

"Wait, Donna!" Charlene rushed over to the taxi, but it was too late…Donna got in the car just as Charlene arrived, hitting her fists against the window. "Donna, get out! NOW!"

But still the redhead wasn't listening as she told the driver where to go and the taxi took off, causing Charlene to stumble and almost fall into the street. She jumped out of the way of a speeding car and hurriedly turned to the Doctor.

"Doctor!" Charlene yelled as loud as she could when she took notice to the Santas who were now playing their trumpets. Luckily, the Doctor had already noticed it. Charlene took off running towards him as one of the Santas lowered his instrument ominously. Now all three of them were getting ready to shoot. Charlene was about half way to the Doctor, catching a glimpse of him sonic'ing the cash machine- causing notes to fly everywhere and everyone who was the street started to scramble inwards as they tried to catch the money. Charlene got caught in the crowd and had to force herself out of it, making it to the Doctor, who took a hold of her hand. Not wasting any more time, they took off running in the direction of the TARDIS. Charlene hoped that she and the Doctor would be able to get to Donna before she got hurt.

"I promise you, mate – I'll give you the rest when we get there," Donna told the driver as they zipped along. Then she took sight of herself in the one of the mirrors and grimaced. "Oh, I look a mess." She took off her veil as her breaths came in ragged jerks. God, she had never run this much before in her life. "Hurry up!" She told the driver, annoyed, as he was going far too slow for her taste.

But it did give her time to think about Charlene's reaction to her getting into the taxi. Donna was able to get one last glimpse at the girl before the driver took off and she looked horrified. The bride had no idea why getting into the taxi would give the girl that reaction. Donna didn't have that much time to think about it because she had just realized something, and her eyes widened slightly. The driver had missed the turn!

"Hold on a minute, I said 'Chiswick'!" she barked to the driver. "You missed the turning." But she got no response from him.

" 'Scuse me? We should've turned off back there. We're going the wrong way! What the hell are you doing?!" Donna screeched, gripping on the head rest of the passenger seat when the driver joined the motorway and cut across lanes sharply, causing other drivers to beep their horns angrily. "I'm late for the wedding! My own wedding! Do you get that?!" No response again. Her grip tightened on the head rest. "Turn around! Turn this cab around right now! Are you deaf or something?" Annoyed, she lunged forward and pulled the driver's hood off only to reveal a robot underneath. This made her reel back in her seat shocked.

"Oh, my God." She realized then and there that this was why Charlene was trying to stop her from getting into the taxi. She needed to get out of here.

Donna tried pushing the door and the window, looking for a way out. When that didn't work, she tried to get the attention of the people on the road, her voice growing more frantic with every word. "Help me! Help me! Help me!" She pummeled on the glass, still screaming. "Help me! Help me!"

In one of the cars that drove alongside the taxi – a red van – the man driving had noticed her and looked concerned. Donna knew that even if he wanted to help, he couldn't. They were on the motorway. There was no way out. But even though she knew this, it didn't stop her from crying out for help as she continued to hit the window as hard as she could.

"Help me! Help me! Get me out! Help me! Help me! I'm being driven by a robot!" Out of nowhere, there was this sound that sounded a lot like whirling and Donna peered out the window only for her mouth to drop when a familiar blue box fell from the air, spinning. "…You have got to be kidding me," she muttered in disbelief.

"Carly! Operate the controls!" the Doctor shouted at Charlene as they spun around in the air, trying to catch up to Donna's taxi.

"Got it, Doctor!" She winked, and he felt a comforting familiarity as if he were seeing his Charlene again. It caused a slight smile to appear which stayed in place as she hurriedly went over to the console, stumbling as she did so. Once he made sure she got to the console safely, the Doctor staggered towards the doors and threw them open. The TARDIS was in line with the taxi, zooming along beside it on the motorway. Donna was staring at him, hands pressed to the window.

"Open the door!" he yelled at her.

"Do you what?"

"Open the door!"

"I can't, it's locked!" She wiggled the handle to prove her point.

The Doctor managed to get the sonic screwdriver out of his jacket and aimed it on the door so Donna was able to push down the window.

"Santa's a robot!" she exclaimed as if he didn't already know this.

"Donna, open the door."

"What for?"

"You've got to jump!"

"I'm not bleedin' jumping, I'm supposed to be getting married!" Donna screeched shrilly. There was no time for her to do it anymore as the robot put his foot down on the gas and was able to zoom past the TARDIS.

The Doctor glanced back at Charlene, shouting her name pointedly, "Charlene!"

"Already on it!" she shouted back, pulling on some of the controls causing random explosions from the console making her stumble, almost falling.

"Charlene!"

"I'm fine!" Charlene told the Doctor loudly, catching herself by grabbing onto the console. The Doctor had to struggle to regain his own balance as the TARDIS banged onto the roof of a car belonging to a distressed driver. They also got back in line with the taxi. Still trying to get his balance back, the Doctor pulled out the sonic and sonic'ed the robot, disabling it.

Finally he put his attention back on Donna, "Listen to me – you've got to jump."

"I'm not jumping on a motorway."

"Donna, you have to!" Charlene yelled.

"I'm not!" Donna shook her head stubbornly.

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

"I'm in my wedding dress!" she yelled to match him.

"Yes! You look lovely! Come on!" The Doctor shouted exasperatedly. Breathing heavily with fear, Donna opened the door and positioned herself, ready to take a literal leap of faith. The Doctor held out his arms to catch her. But just as she was able to jump, she stopped and shook her head, eyes flashing with fear as she exclaimed, "I can't do it!"

"Trust me," The Doctor told her calmly.

"Is that what you said to her? You're friend? The one you lost? Did you trust you?"

"Yes, she did," The Doctor answered and he glanced back at Charlene, who was focusing on her task of keeping the TARDIS next to the taxi. He couldn't help but wonder if she still did trust him… He didn't think about it for long as he turned back to Donna. "And she is not dead. She is so alive." And she was. Charlene was here as she always was. She wasn't lost. The Doctor realized that now and he felt guilty for treating her the way he did. Though she looked different, she was still his Charlene. Always would be. Focusing back on the task at hand, he exclaimed to Donna, "now, jump!"

This time Donna did jump with a long, loud scream and they fell together into a heap on the floor.

"Shut the doors!" Charlene exclaimed. Once Donna was off of him, the Doctor slammed the exit and hurried over to Charlene to help her fly the TARDIS back into the sky. At different sides of the console, he looked up at Charlene and met her eyes. She gave him a small smile before diverting her gaze- causing the Doctor to frown and flinch, guilt gripping him.

TBC...

In...

Part 3 of the Runaway Bride...

Now this episode will be four parts just to let you know. The other ones won't be...at least I hope not, but if they are, at least it makes the story longer lol. Anyway, please leave reviews and tell me what you think! Until next time on NBTS!

P.S. Thanks to Nymartian for making the beautiful cover for this story! Thank you girl ;)