Author's Note: Okay, last one was short but hey! You don't have to wait as long right? Anyways, here it is, the Runaway Bride Part One. There will probably be three parts and because I don't want to rewrite the entire episode, expect some gaps. I also, don't really like watching the Runaway Bride because it makes me sad. Some of this is taken, verbatim from the episode but the rest will be pretty much off script. I hope. Whatever. If you don't like it, you don't have to read it, right? Now I'm rambling.

Please enjoy,

Sephri

"I demand you tell me where I am, right now!"

"What—"

"Right now!"

"How did you even get on board?"

"Doctor-" Rose started.

"No, you don't understand," he started, turning to his companion. "We are in flight. It's physically impossible to just appear onboard while we're in flight!"

The woman in white roared angrily, "Where the hell am I!?"

Rose held up her hands as if approaching some feral creature. "Calm down, sweetheart. You are in the TARDIS."

"What!? Don't patronize me. Tell me where I am!"

"I just did!"

"What the hell is a TARDIS? It isn't even a proper word! No, I don't care. Just take me home now!"

"Why are you dressed like that?" the Doctor asked suddenly.

Rose rolled her eyes. He could be so tactless.

"I was getting married, you dumbo! Halfway down the aisle when some skinny weirdo and his blonde bimbo kidnap me and now, you're telling me I'm not supposed to be here!"

Rose crossed her arms and leveled a glare at the redhead. "Well, I'm sure we can get you home quickly," she commented adding to herself, "provided we don't throw you into a supernova first…" She leaned against the console and waited for the Doctor to get going. Rose wasn't a bimbo and she was keen to get this loud bridezilla on her way to her poor fiancé.

"Who hired you anyway? Who's paying you? Was it Nerys?" the redhead babbled on.

The Doctor just stood there, confused and staring. "Who the hell is Nerys?"

"Your best friend! Oh, she has finally got me back, hasn't she? Well, just wait until I get ahold of her! My husband and I will have the police on her… and you and Blondie! We'll sue every one of you! Well, when he is my husband."

"Why is it always Blondie?" Rose sulked.

"How could you do this to me? I waited my whole life to get married and here you come in and—I don't know, drug me or something!"

"We haven't done anything!" The Doctor insisted. He gave Rose a look and started messing about with the TARDIS controls.

As if the ginger was suddenly using her eyes, she noticed the door of the TARDIS and made for the ramp. Rose jumped up to block it. "You can't go out there."

"Out of my way! I'm getting out of here and as soon as I do, you two will be in big trouble!" She pulled Rose out of the way, lifted her skirt and made for the door.

"Don't-!"

Too late as she had already pulled the doors open and was confronted with the gaping maw of a black hole. "Wha-?"

The Doctor came to her side, gentle and trying not to spook her. "You're in space. This is the TARDIS. She's my space…ship."

She gazed out in wonder. "How are we breathing?"

Rose piped up from back near the console. "The TARDIS is protecting us."

The red head looked away from the darkness and stared at the Doctor. "Who are you people?"

"I'm the Doctor," he explained, meeting her eye. He gestured behind him, "This is Rose Tyler."

Rose gave her a little wave from her spot up the ramp, though her smile didn't reach her eyes. "What's your name, then?"

She blinked and looked back into space. "Donna."

"Are you human?" Rose asked. The Doctor gave her a look and she shrugged.

"Yeah, of course."

"Well, you never know…" she murmured.

Donna spun around. "What, you aren't human then, Blondie?"

"She is." The Doctor answered. He shut the door and sprinted back up the ramp. "I, on the other hand, am a different story."

"You're an alien." She stated almost breathlessly.

"Yup," chorused Rose and the Doctor. They smiled at each other before turning back to the controls.

Donna stared at them. "What are you two then? Married? Sidekicks?

"No, uh…" The Doctor started. Rose looked at him, keeping her mouth shut. "We're uh, we're just, um, friends." Rose looked back down at her hands, trying to busy herself with anything.

Donna crossed her arms and cocked an eyebrow in disbelief. Lucky for them, the Doctor hated talking about relationships.

"Okay, here's the thing: I don't understand and I understand everything! There is no way a human being can lock on to the TARDIS and teleport inside."

Rose held up a finger. "You've said that before and it happened."

"What are you talking about?"

"We did stand on a space station on a planet orbiting a black hole, may I remind you."

"Well…" The Doctor rubbed his chin and carried on. "Anyways, ignoring that it is most likely impossible… what is it?" He pulled out an instrument that resembled an ophthalmoscope and stared at Donna's face. "Maybe it's some sort of subatomic connection, something in the temporal field? Maybe it's pulling you into alignment with the chronon shield or macromining your DNA with the interior matrix. Maybe it's a genetic—" He broke off in surprise as his new guest's hand collided with the side of his face.

"Doctor!" Rose cried out.

He held a hand to his cheek and stared at Donna in astonishment. "What was that for!?"

Donna looked like she could spit. "Get me to the church!" she roared.