Title: "The Doc and his Chucks"

Author: Wish Wielder

Fandom: Doctor Who

Pairing / Character Focus: Ten / Rose

Challenge: Fanfic 100

Theme / Prompt: #19 (White)

Word Count: 616

Rating: K / G

Summary: Jackie had told the Doctor every day for two months leading up to the wedding – ever since he purchased his tux – that he was not allowed to wear his trainers with his suit.

Notes: Inspired by a bit in ch16 of Moonbean's fic Living a Life. So, y'know, technically I guess this one's for her. Set after Rose gets back from Pete's World (my fingers aren't gonna uncross for that one).

Disclaimer: "Doctor Who" and all respective properties are © the BBC. Meg D. (Wish Wielder) does not, has never, nor will ever own "Doctor Who".

"The Doc and his Chucks"

Jackie had told the Doctor every day for two months leading up to the wedding – ever since he purchased his tux – that he was not allowed to wear his trainers with his suit. It would be a cold day in hell before she would let her eldest daughter's wedding be ruined just because her groom wanted to be stubborn. He had replied every day for two months that the Void – that is, hell – is just absolute nothingness, so there couldn't possibly be a cold day or even a relatively warm day there, so she had no grounds to base that threat upon.

He had received an exceptionally biting slap every day for the past two months, as well.

Rose had stayed out of the fight; she didn't care either way. On one hand, she thought the Doctor in dress shoes (preferably ones that went with the suit) would be a good thing. It would keep the relative uniform look going on, and really it was just common sense. In that respect she could agree whole-heartedly with her mother; no white Chucks were to be seen at the wedding. On the other hand, it was the Doctor. He was the only man she knew of who would wear a pair of white Chucks (or, really, just Chucks in general) with a suit and still manage to make it look normal. It would be weird if she was to walk down that aisle and see him standing there without them; they were just part of who he was. It would be just like if he didn't have his sonic screwdriver in his breast pocket (she knew without a doubt it would be – it always was), or – if he had never regenerated – if he hadn't been there with his leather jacket. They were just little things that made him him, and if they were absent it would just be weird.

So in the end, she had ignored her mother and had told him to surprise her. Jackie had scolded her for that one, saying that now he was just going to show up in his pinstripes instead of a proper tux. The Doctor had seemed tempted by the idea, but he had promised he wouldn't.

And now, as she stood behind the doors of the sanctuary, fidgeting in her princess-esque gown, she couldn't help but wonder what exactly would be on his feet when she got up there. And then she had to laugh, causing Pete to give her a funny look. She grinned at him and shook her head, smiling.

"Sorry," she said, "it's just…any other bride would be shaking with nerves, yeah? I'm here wondering what kind of shoe the Doctor's wearing."

"You aren't any other bride," Pete said, kissing her forehead, "and he's not any other guy, either. I would be shocked if either of you were thinking normal wedding thoughts. I bet he's just thinking of how long he'll be able to avoid Jacks."

Rose opened her mouth to comment on that, but a loud SMACK! sounded above the chattering in the room beyond, followed by a stunned silence, an indignant shout, an accusing shriek, and a congregation full of laughs. Rose and Pete shared a look, both fighting back their own chuckles.

"I think we just got our answers," he said, and Rose shook her head, muttering about her mother and the Doctor in amusement. The organ started and he gave her arm a squeeze, smiling at her as she tensed.

"Ready?" he asked, and she took a steadying breath, thinking about her Doctor with his fancy suit and white trainers waiting for her at the other side of the church.

"For years now."

A.n.: 'Cause really, you know he would so go to his own wedding in his Chucks, and I'm fairly confident he'd have the screwdriver tucked away somewhere, too. They're his Linus blankies ('specially the screwdriver).