Allowing herself a moment so that she can relax and catch her breath, Rose scans the reception until her gaze falls on their photographer, Isobel, taking candid shots of the Doctor with his friends. Her grin widens as she sees the Doctor having the time of his lives recanting old and new adventures with past companions and she recalls the time after meeting Sarah Jane that she suddenly realized that she was one in a long line of them. As she listens to her husband's laughter and eyes his manic grin, she appreciates that she has finally come to accept that fact with great pride for herself and an endless amount of joy for him.

Jackie steps over to stand alongside her daughter while shaking her head in amusement at the Doctor's wild gestures as he begins to tell another story. Rose runs her fingers across one of the floral arrangement as she praises her mother. "The flowers are lovely, Mum! The Doctor and I can't thank you enough for putting this all together."

Jackie beams at her daughter but hastens to insist, "Oh, don't thank me, love. I don't think that the flowers would have turned out half as lovely without Peri's help."

"Did somebody call me?" asks Peri anxiously as she rushes over to Jackie's side. "Do you need me to help out with anything, Mrs. Tyler?"

"No, love, you don't worry about anything today, you've done more than enough," assures Jackie gratefully. "I was just telling my Rose here how beautiful everything looks and it's all down to you." She gently nudges Peri in her side. "And I told you to call me Jackie."

Peri blushes sweetly and asserts, "Well thank you,Jackie, but I can't take credit for everything, just the flowers." She looks at Rose and smiles. "From what I understand, this was a group effort from all of the Doctor's companions as well as your own family." She and Rose reach out to shake hands at the same time. "I'm Peri by the way, I used to travel with the Doctor when he wore celery and a cricket outfit and then when he changed…well, let's just say that he changed into something that's better left unsaid for now. I wouldn't want to send you running," she adds with a cheeky grin.

Rose smiles brightly, and waving a hand towards her wedding dress, she remarks, "I'm Rose, as you can guess, and it's really lovely to meet you Peri. The Doctor's finally gotten around to telling me all about his former companions so he's told me all about you." Rose looks a little sheepish as she confesses, "I went through a regeneration with him too but from what he's told me, I had a much easier time." Rose takes Peri's hand consolingly and tells her, "He still feels terrible about how he treated you, Peri, from both the attack and afterwards. You deserved so much better than he gave you and he's told me that he'll never be able to forgive himself for that."

"Wow," breathes Peri, slightly awed by the admission. "He really has changed." Her face breaks out into a comforting smile as she reassures, "Honestly, Rose, you can tell him from me that I'm fine with it. I made peace with our irreconcilable differences a long time ago and it doesn't mean that I didn't consider the Doctor a good friend; it was just a lot harder to see it back then." She releases a small laugh. "I had to squint my eyes a lot."

Jackie throws in her two cents when she asserts, "If it's any consolation, Peri, he's not that much better now." When Rose gives her an admonishing glare, Jackie defends, "And don't give me that look, Madame! You know as well as I do that he may be worth the monsters but he can be a monster and all when he wants to be!"

Having finished entertaining the guests and missing his bride, the Doctor strolls over to the women and upon spying Peri, immediately pulls her in for a hug. "Perpugilliam Brown! It's so good to see you!" He pulls back while still holding onto her shoulders and stares at her with a trace of disbelief. "Look at you, all grown up and Queen of a World now!" She rolls her eyes at him and he queries, "What? Are we not amused?" He releases her to tug on his ear as he stares off into the distance and muses, "No, no, that was Queen Victoria, wasn't it Rose?" as he tosses his wife a cheeky wink.

"I'm sorry that I couldn't pick you up myself but I've been awfully busy here with," he gives a slight shudder, "human domestics but there's no one that I'd trust more than Susan to see you here safely." His face takes on a more serious visage as he quietly claims, "I really am glad to see you Peri, it's been far too long since we last met," and then in a silent request for forgiveness, he leans forward to place a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"It's good to see you too, Doctor," returns Peri kindly as she kisses his cheek and adds, "in any form." Then with an impish gleam in her eyes, she advises, "Although I wouldn't be so quick to regenerate if I were you, this one's a lot nicer than the last one I knew." She leaves with a giggle but a swift backwards glance gives her the guarantee that this man is still the Doctor as he bears an expression so snide that she swears that she could be looking at his Sixth self.

Hearing the sound of approaching footsteps, the Doctor and Rose turn to find Tegan striding towards them. "Doctor, Rose, congratulations! It was a lovely ceremony and I must say as unusual as the reception has been," she gestures towards the child servers, "it's still fantastic!"

Grinning broadly, the Doctor waves a few of the children over to introduce them. "Thank you, and may I introduce some members of our staff? These are a few of my great-grandchildren, Billie, Christopher and Sarah."

"Hello," greets Tegan, I used to travel with the Doctor.

"We know," enthuses Billie, all full of excitement at meeting another of the Doctor's previous companions. "He's told us several stories from his fourth and fifth regenerations so we'd recognize that Australian accent anywhere."

"That's right," congratulates Tegan, obviously flattered to be remembered by the Doctor to his family. "And do you know my name? It begins with a T."

"Absolutely," confides Christopher as he sticks his hands in his pockets and rocks back on his heels, "it's Trolley Dolly!"

"What was that?" growls Tegan as the Doctor's eyes widen in alarm.

"Trolley Dolley," repeats Christopher much to a horrified Doctor's dismay. "At least that's how he's always referred to you in his stories." The young boy turns to the Doctor and smiles proudly at the recollection. "Isn't that right, Sir?"

Shaking his head fervently and avoiding the children's confused gazes at all costs, the Doctor ignores his wife's attempts to muffle her laughter and focuses all of his attention on Tegan. "I'm so sorry for this horrendous misunderstanding but the children must have misheard me. You know how it is with offspring of mixed species; their hearing is never quite up to par as it should be."

Sarah snorts in offense and huffs, "Our hearing is perfectly up to and above standard, thank you very much! It's more like your advanced years have affected your memory! I clearly recall your stating that 'Trolley Dolley's runaway gob incited this or if Trolley Dolley could just manage her temper'. I am perfectly clear on the matter, Great-Grandfather!"

"You know," whispers Billie to her brother, "she doesn't look like a Dolly to me. Are you sure that the T isn't for Turlough?"

"No, no," denies Christopher, "Turlough was a male and he dressed like a butler." He sighs regretfully. "It's a shame that he's not here though, he already has the proper attire to help us out with serving today."

When Tegan's ire becomes apparent from her heated gaze, the Doctor quickly grasps her hands and babbles, "Dear Tegan, it's so good of you to come all of this way to be here on our special day! But you mustn't waste all of your precious time visiting with us! No, no," he hushes her when she tries to interrupt, "there's so much more to do and so many new people to meet you must go out there and socialize! Now brave heart, Tegan," as he pushes her toward the children. "I want you three to personally see to it that Tegan has a wonderful time! In fact, I saw Nyssa by the refreshment tables earlier, why don't you start over there. Does that meet with everyone's approval? Alright, good show everyone! Trot on!"

He hurriedly waves them all off as Tegan takes the chance to shoot one last dagger-filled look at the Doctor as she promises, "I'll see you later, Doctor!"

"Not if I see you first," he mutters in reply as Rose finally pulls her fist away from her mouth to let out a few guffaws. "Oh yes, thank you," comments the Doctor sarcastically, "that's ever so supportive and ladylike."

"I'm sorry love," replies Rose as she tries to compose herself, "but even knowing how good you've always been at running off, I never once thought that your feet would be able to meet their match with your gob." She finally manages to catch her breath as she wipes away the tears of laughter that are streaming down her face. "Honestly Doctor, Trolley Dolley?"

He runs a hand through his hair as he despairs at being so caught out. "It was said in a moment of anger, Rose! That woman can be so frustrating at times!" He turns his gaze to her, his entire expression radiating sincerity. "I never meant for the children to pick that up, I swear! I never even realized that I'd said it that often, although to be fair…"

A quelling glance from Rose prevents him for finishing that sentence. He leans against a lamppost as he stares morosely at her and issues a defeated sigh. "I know, I know, I'm not the smartest man in the universe…"

"Isn't that the truth?" quips Nana Prentice as she and a chortling Wilfred Mott are passing by on their way to join Jackie at the refreshment table. The Doctor's mouth twists into a grimace as he watches Jackie and Nana put their heads together in a gossip fest before aiming identical smirks in his direction.

Rose gazes at her husband in sympathy before cradling his face and pulling him down for a gentle kiss. With a soft hum of appreciation, he holds her hands in place with his own and leans down until their foreheads are resting against each other. "Rose Tyler," he murmurs earnestly, "in case I've never told you and in case there is some unfortunate and unforeseen happenstance that is lurking around the corner just waiting to make this the last time that I could tell you this…" his voice trails off as he chokes up at the wealth of emotion his thoughts are bringing him.

"Yes? What is it Doctor?" questions Rose concernedly.

"My Rose," he swears vehemently, "I just want you to know that no matter what form of torture or domestic that I may have to endure during our lifetime together…you're worth all of the mothers."

Rose's smile is as genuine as her laughter and her love for this alien man. "Thank you, my Doctor, that's the sweetest thing that you've ever said to me!"

Rose rises up on her tiptoes until their lips meet in pure bliss and their brief kiss quickly becomes so much more until it is only the insistent clearing of Pete's throat that manages to bring them out of their reverie. "Excuse me you two," he apologizes, "but I think it would be best if you two waited until after the wedding for any more of that and preferably not in my company."

"And is there anything that you wanted in particular, Pete?" requests the Doctor grumpily. "I mean besides ruining a perfectly lovely moment?"

"Just be grateful that I was the one who came over here and not Jackie," he teases with a smile. "She sent me over here so that you can start off the first dance."

Pete heads over to the microphone to announce the couple's first dance while the Doctor remarks, "Well, it's not exactly a hospital storeroom or a spaceship, but I guess it'll do."

As they take their positions, the strains of Shania Twain's, Run, plays throughout the Estate. They hold each other tighter and laugh joyfully as they hear, 'You're still the one I run to, the one that I belong to'. "That's perfect," murmurs the Doctor into her ear before he sighs. "Today has been quite the day. It's a shame that Grace Holloway couldn't make it."

Rose's eyebrow arches inquiringly as she asks, "Are you seriously telling me that you're pining for another woman on our wedding day?"

"What?" asks the Doctor distractedly before realizing that his meaning could be misconstrued. "Oh! What? No, no, of course not, love, that's not what I meant at all! I was just thinking that you've met and mingled with companions from every single one of my past lives, with the exception of my Eighth, of course.

"It's a shame that Grace couldn't make it. She's busy at some medical conference, isn't she?" inquires Rose.

"Yes, she's invented some more life saving techniques that are absolutely critical to the care of cardiac patients. She's doing a tour of conferences to teach her methods that will be implemented in hospitals worldwide." He grins proudly in memory of the timelines that he saw for her when they first met. "She's going to do great things, she is! I'm very proud of her, and proud to know her."

Rose seems to mull something over for a moment before mentioning, "I can see why. If I remember correctly, you told me that Grace met and trusted a complete stranger, looked into the Eye of Harmony and helped saved the day even though at one point she was responsible for you regenerating."

"Any of that sound familiar?" questions the Doctor with a pointed look.

She shows her tongue in teeth grin and laughingly notes, "They say the basis of any friendship is finding a bit of common ground and you know, I think that we could be great friends, even with her having kissed you."

"Really, Rose?" asks the Doctor joyfully, incredibly impressed at her maturity over a past relationship regardless of how long ago or how brief it was.

"Of course, Doctor, I learned my lesson well from my first meeting with Sarah Jane, I'm a changed woman!" she declares firmly.

"Yes, you are, my beautiful bride," he proudly acknowledges, "you most definitely are."

"Yep," she says popping the p and finishing with a huge grin, "Now, I'm a married woman!"

He throws his head back in laughter and reiterates, "Yes, you are!"

"Speaking of which," broaches Rose curiously, "you've never once told me if you have any preference on how I should be addressed."

"What do you mean, love?" he requests with a furrowed brow.

"I mean, who am I exactly? Am I going to be Rose Sigma, wife of a Time Lord or am I Rose Smith, wife of a former U.N.I.T. Scientific Advisor? Or what do you think of Rose Tyler-Sigma-Smith?" she ends with a laugh. "What's your input? Who do you see me as?"

The Doctor leans down close to her and whispers against her mouth, "Mine," before kissing her ever so softly.

"I think that's my favorite," murmurs Rose dreamily.

He smiles widely and adds, "However, to me, you will always be my Rose Tyler," he dips her without any warning before pulling her back up and flush against him, "and that's my favorite."

"Then that's what I'll continue to use," she readily consents. "We'll simply be the Doctor and Rose Tyler in the TARDIS."

"Yep," affirms the Doctor. "Just as it should be."

"So babe, asks Mickey of Martha while he gives her a twirl on the dance floor that brings her right back into his arms, "how are you enjoying the wedding so far?"

She laughs a bit before replying, "It's great, lovely food and interesting people! Although I have to admit that I'm a bit surprised that the Doctor and Rose have friends with so many varying ages." She thinks on it for a moment. "It must be down to all of the traveling that they do."

"Yeah," agrees Mickey guiltily, having not yet shared Rose and the Doctor's secret with her, "that must be it."

Martha sighs softly in contentment against his shoulder before pulling back to meet Mickey's eyes. "It's funny, because I haven't known them for that long but I'm really happy for them, they really seem to deserve this."

Mickey snorts in amusement. "Believe me, love, you're not the only one who feels that way. I've known them both for a long time and this day has truly been a long time coming." Mickey gazes off to some distant memory and releases a soft chuckle. "You know, me and Rose were together when we met the Doctor, before he took her away. I didn't think that I'd ever get over that but now I can't imagine her with anyone else but him."

"Is it hard then?" queries Martha with a trace of worry and uncertainty. "I mean, to be here at the wedding?"

Mickey flashes a huge grin at her. "Nah, like I said, they're made for each other, and besides," he adds as he dips her quickly before pulling her back close to him, "I've already found who I'm meant to be with."

Martha's smile is dazzling and relieved all at the same time. "Well then," she suggests teasingly with a soft kiss to his lips before gently nuzzling his nose with her own, "I think you need a doctor."

They lean in closer for another kiss when the Doctor interrupts them. He happens to be dancing past them with Rose, who laughs when he informs the couple in a tone filled with repulsion, "I'll have you know that you've ruined that line for me now."

With a final glare from the Time Lord and an approving smile and nod from Rose, the newly married again couple continues to weave their way through the crowded dance floor while leaving the newfound couple to their own laughter and to carry on falling very much in love.

To Be Continued…