Here you are, chapter two.
In Which There Are Far Too Many Children.
If you had been looking closely at a street corner not far from where Martha Jones and Thomas Milligan would soon be married, you would have seen a blue box materialise out of what seemed to be nowhere. Out of this blue box, you would see a brown haired man in a suit exit followed by a very angry ginger woman.
"Look at my dress!" Donna yelled. "Look at it!"
"It's only a bit of mud." The Doctor said dismissively. "No one's going to be looking at you."
"I. Am. A. Bridesmaid!" Donna shouted. "Of course they're going to be looking at me! And my hair! It's a mess! You bloody idiot!"
"Alright, alright, calm, Donna." The Doctor sighed. "We'll get you cleaned up."
"You'd better! It's your fault I look like this!"
"Is not!"
"Is too!"
"You fell!"
"You were the reason we were running!"
"You were the one that asked to visit Aria!"
"I only asked where it was. Why must you take every so literally, you stupid alien?!"
"Because I don't have time for stupid questions!"
"I'm stupid! You told that alien his music was flat!"
"It was! He completely missed the B sharp!"
"He. Was. A. Giant. Flipping. Musical. Note."
"Doesn't mean he could sing!"
"Why did Martha bother inviting you? I'd like to see what I'd do to you if you turned up at my wedding looking like James Bond!"
The Doctor stopped in his tracks. "James Bond? Really? That's the second time! Yes!" Seeing the murderous look on Donna's face, he got back to the subject at hand. "Donna. Donna, Donna, Donna. I did turn up to your wedding, remember?" As if to give her a hint, he repeated his song. "Spiderman, Spiderman, just don't drink the co-off-ee!"
Donna slapped him.
"Ow! Well, guess I deserved that one. Anyway, Donna Noble, I'm rubbish at weddings. Especially my own. Now what genius came up with that before? Oh, never mind." He grinned at Donna, who was trying her best not to laugh now, and failing miserably.
--
"Donna!" A voice called.
The Doctor looked up in surprise. No one ever shouted 'Donna'. Or 'Martha', for that matter. Or any of the companions, assistants, plucky young girls or tin dogs who helped him out, whatever you liked to call them, No, it was always 'Doctor!'
He looked up and realised why. Running towards them in a lime green dress was none other than Tish Jones.
Donna had met Martha's family not long ago, after demanding they visit Martha herself after William was born. The Doctor had laughed loudly at the name Martha had chosen for her son, but refused to tell Donna why.
"Hello, Tish!" Donna grinned. "Where've we to go, eh? This just about sums up my life doesn't it? Always the bridesmaid, never the bride!"
"Except once." The Doctor noted. "Spider-"
"Don't." Donna warned.
"So, Tish. Letitia. Miss Jones. She who gets hired-then-nearly-killed a lot. Don't I even get a hello?" The Doctor went on.
"Hello Doctor." Tish replied unenthusiastically.
"That's better."
Tish glared. Then she and Donna walked away, leaving the Doctor standing alone outside the building. Until, of course, another of Martha's family came over and dumped a baby in his arms.
"Hold this." Whoever it was said before walking away.
The Doctor looked at the kid. William Milligan stared right back at him.
"Hiya." The Doctor said. "Are you causing trouble? Just like your mother, you are, Will. Alright, the Uncle Doctor'll look after you until we find Gran or Grandad or an uncle or an auntie…" he trailed off. "No, William, never call me Uncle Doctor. It sounds strange."
"You are strange!" someone called over. It was a familiar voice, but the Doctor couldn't quite place it. He turned around, but by the time he did, whoever it was had gone.
--
The front row of seats at the Jones-Milligan wedding was filled by the following: Martha's mother Francine along with Martha's brother, Leo and his partner Shonara with their daughter Keisha on her knee. There, also, sat Clive Jones, Martha's father. He had split with his partner, Annalise, quite a while ago.
The Doctor had also had a seat at the front. He looked around, evidently as bored as the baby in his lap, and saw a man behind him he hadn't been expecting to see.
Curious, he turned around. "What are you doing here, Captain?"
"Doctor!" Jack said, surprised, turning around.
"Were you invited?" the Doctor asked suspiciously.
"Of course." Jack replied, looking hurt. "Me plus one other. My one other is just coming now, in fact."
The Doctor was about to look to see who Jack's 'one other' was, coming up the side aisle, but his attention was diverted as Martha came up the middle one.
She looked beautiful, the Doctor had to admit, in the wedding dress with a smile on her face as she gazed up to where her husband-to-be stood, also smiling.
She was followed by a beaming Donna, Tish and some other woman the Doctor neither knew nor particularly cared about.
"You look great" he mouthed to Donna in way of 'See, now you can't kill me!'
Donna grinned and gave him a thumbs up, glancing at William curiously.
The Doctor just sort of shrugged.
--
"Congratulations!" the Doctor grinned, giving Martha a hug as they stood outside. "Dr Milligan."
"Yeah, well done. You've trapped that guy for life now. I hope he knows what he's getting into." Jack, who had come outside, added.
Martha grinned back at them both.
Jack looked at William. "Always knew you were cut out to be a Dad!" he said to the Doctor.
The Doctor winced. Martha looked at him anxiously. She remembered, one year ago, the last time that had been said to the Doctor.
"Where's that girl you were with, Jack?" she asked, hastily changing the subject.
"She's inside, gushing over your bouquet and being envied by the other ladies."
"Over you or catching the bouquet?"
"Both." Jack grinned.
"You, with a significant other? I don't believe it." The Doctor said derisively.
"It's true! For the last six months, actually!" Jack replied indignantly.
The Doctor whipped out the sonic screwdriver and started scanning Jack.
"What're you doing?" Martha and Jack demanded together.
"I'm trying to find out who he is and what he's done with the man I know of as Captain Jack Harkness."
At one point during this conversation, William had been snatched from the Doctor by his grandmother.
Jack laughed. "Seriously, Doctor, it all started when I was introducing her to the planet Earth…"
"Oh, she's an alien." The Doctor pocketed the screwdriver. "That's a bit more like it."
"Not just any alien!" Jack said suddenly, as if remembering something. "Doctor, she's a-"
"Doctor! Martha! Come here!" Donna shouted urgently.
"Sorry to cut you off, Jack, but Donna calls and you don't keep Donna waiting." The Doctor said.
And so, The Doctor and Martha went in the direction of Donna's voice.
They looked at the door where Donna was pointing, with a look of amazement on her face.
And stared.
There stood a girl in a deep blue dress; almost the same shade as the TARDIS, but that wasn't what they stared at. There were her piercing blue eyes, with a playful laughing look in them, but that wasn't what made the Doctor, Martha and Donna gape. There was her pretty blonde hair, in an elaborate style, but that wasn't it either.
No. It was her face, and the way she was holding the bouquet of flowers, in a very similar way to how she'd held a gun one year ago.
"Hello Dad." said Jenny.
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