A/N- So...chapter 2! Enjoy! I experienced a case of writers block that paralysed my hands and cut off the part of my brain that helps me put two sentences together...it's gone and here is the next installment...read and review people!
Disclaimer: It hurts me a bit inside every time i say that i don't own Doctor Who...
Rose dropped the keys on the front table and made her way to the living room. Sitting on the couch illuminated by the television were her parents, or rather a parent from each world. Jackie Tyler lay in Pete's arms, their hands entwined, as they watched reruns of "Casualty". Rose remembered watching them fall in love eight years ago, running to each other as she stood beside them, willing them on. They were brought together by two worlds, Rose and the Doctor were ripped apart.
Sneaking past the living room she headed up to the stairs and to her room.
Rose Tyler sat on her bed until midnight, twisting the diamond ring on her left hand, tears running down her face, wondering what the bloody hell she was going to do.
The next afternoon, the Rolls Royce arrived outside St Mary's Church and Rose, with a degree of ungraceful difficulty, got out of the car and into the church.
Pete Tyler, who was pacing in the foyer, turned as Rose walked in the door. Giving her his hands, he kissed her on the forehead and smiled proudly.
"You look beautiful…" he said to her, took the veil and let it fall over her face and then started to lead her toward the large doors.
Rose stopped and gripped his hand, pulling him back. Her eyes looked anxious under her veil.
"Wait…I-"
"What? You haven't got cold feet have you? Bit late now, hon!" Pete joked but his expression changed as he saw the look on Rose's face. Tears were threatening to overcome her and her hands were clutching the ivory skirt of her dress nervously.
"What's wrong?"
"He…he came back"
Pete understood straight away. Rose had talked a lot about the Doctor to Pete, once she felt she could talk. She found it harder to talk to mum and Mickey, because they knew him.
"Oh, Rose…what are you gonna do?"
"I have no idea. In the slightest" a tear escaped her eye and fell down her cheeks. Quickly wiping it away, she looked up at Pete. "What do I do?"
"Well…I would tell you to do what your heart tells you…but that's incredibly clichéd. So…I think…personally…that you should…"
"What?"
"You should walk down the aisle. And look Jake in the eyes. Then decide. If you run then you run, Jake will understand".
Tentatively, Rose nodded.
"Now", Pete said as he took Rose's arm and put it through his own, "Let's do this thing"
"Yep"
Pete gestured to the doorman at the side and the large church doors opened as Canon in D Minor echoed around the walls.
Step by step the two walked up the aisle, Rose clutching to Pete's arm the whole way. It seemed to be going well until the second pew from the front where Rose's step faltered as she turned to her left and stared at the man nearest to the aisle. Because standing there, in a dove grey morning suit with an expensive silk ascot, was the Doctor. Staring back at her. She kept walking, her head turned to him until she reached Jake, who seemed completely oblivious to what just occurred.
"You right there? That seemed a bit of a trek. Right…let's get married!" he said to Rose as he took her hand.
Rose smiled slightly and they turned to the priest.
"Dearly beloved…
"Do you Jake Michael O'Neill take Rose Marion Tyler, to be you lawful wedded wife?"
Jake smiled at Rose,
"I do"
"Do you, Rose Marion Tyler take Jake Michael O'Neill, to be your lawful wedded husband?"
Rose looked between the Doctor, his face somber, and Jake, smiling at her, waiting for her answer.
"I-"
All of a sudden, without warning or sign or prior notice, every stained glass window in the large church, shattered inwards.