A/N: Here it is: the last part of the Runaway Bride! Hallelujah. Anyways, now I can get into my own writing. I'll pop in one or two episodes I think would be fun, but mostly it will be my own stuff. Here's the conclusion, probably seven hundred words (the italicized parts) are flashback/ from the episode but hey, it's here.

Please Enjoy!

Yours, Sephri

It was a soft warm glow of a feeling that encircled Rose. She could feel a warmth in her chest and in her head that was comforting and protective. There was something musical about it that seemed familiar but Rose could not place it. She moaned happily. It was a lovely feeling and Rose dreaded the thought of opening her eyes. But she did open them.

It was a bleary mess at first, all shapes and colors. She groaned again and rubbed her hand over her face. It was bright for her room, she usually had a darkened atmosphere. She usually woke up to the brown paneling in her room and the dark pink curtains. This room was light blue with bright lighting and it was definitely not her bed that she was sleeping in.

"How are you feeling, Rose?" The Doctor asked. He was sitting at the side of her bed. Apparently they were in the hospital part of the TARDIS. Rose smiled at him—he was always overreacting.

She rolled her eyes good-naturedly. "I'm fine. In fact, I feel amazing. Why are you so concerned about a fainting spell? I hadn't eaten all day, you know." Rose tried to sit up but felt the room spin around her. She closed her eyes and laid back down.

"Stay still, you need to adjust."

Rose looked at his face. It was blank, like when he tried to hide something. "What's going on, Doctor? What's wrong?" He checked some monitors at her side and avoided her eyes. Rose took his arm. "Tell me."

He sat back down and looked her in the face. "You've been unconscious for two days now."

Rose glared at him. "You let me sleep for two days? Why?"

"You really think I would let you do that? I'd never hear the end of it…"

Rose glared at him. "What's that supposed to mean?" He smirked at the sheets. "And if you didn't mean to let me sleep then why did I?"

The Doctor laced his fingers together and set them on the bed. "I don't know. I have an idea but I'm not sure."

Rose stared at him waiting for him to continue, but he didn't. Instead Rose tried again to get up, this time sitting up without swooning. Rose twiddled her fingers on the blanket of the bed and looked at him again. "Are you going to tell me what you think?" she asked gently.

"It's a little complicated," he answered. "I'm not sure if I should tell you."

Rose placed her hand on his hands and he looked up at her. "I'm kind of smart, you know. I've been around you for too long," she joked.

The Doctor smiled at her and cleared his throat. Taking a deep breath, he tried to explain, "I think you've suffered from Huon particle overload. It's not actually an affliction but given what happened with our unexpected guest, Donna, that's what I think happened."

Rose's brow knit in concern. "Huon particles? What are those?" Suddenly her stomach growled and she swallowed self-consciously. "Maybe you could explain it over some food?" she suggested.

The Doctor nodded and beamed at her. "Humans, always feeding, aren't you?"

After a peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich and a change of clothes, Rose was sitting on the console of the TARDIS kicking her legs back-and-forth like a child and sucking on a banana smoothie. "So what happened after I passed out?"

The Doctor sat back on the jump seat and faced Rose. "Well, I took Donna to her wedding. She forgot that I said I'd take her back before the ceremony so at least there wasn't that mess to deal with. We made it to the reception which they had started without her."

"That's not very sporting of them," Rose interjected.

"No, indeed, and she told them so." The Doctor laced his fingers and stretched out his legs in a more comfortable position. "Then there was dancing and music, all good wedding fun. Missed you terribly, I could've used a dance partner. Anyways, those Santas showed up again and started blowing up the place with remote-controlled ornaments."

Rose's eyebrows raised in skepticism. "They do love their Christmas decorations."

The Doctor continued. "Anyways, after I stopped the Santas with my lovely sonic, I traced the signal that was controlling them to a ship in the sky."

"Wait, the Santas were being controlled?" Rose clarified. "That's different from last time."

He nodded. "I figure something took over them. Anyways, turned out that Donna was full of those Huon particles and the thing controlling the robots had put them there."

Rose still had millions of questions but she knew the Doctor was getting to it.

"Her fiancé Lance had been working with the thing controlling the robots and had been dosing her with the particles for six months. The thing controlling all of this was called the Empress of the Racnoss. She was the last of them and she had come to earth to rebuild her species." The Doctor slowed in his recounting. It was a tender subject for him, the last of any species. He cleared his throat and continued, "At the center of the Earth was a derelict ship of the Racnoss that had gone into hibernation billions of years ago when they couldn't find any food. The Empress intended to use Donna and the Huon particles to resurrect them and then she would let them gorge themselves on humanity." His voice had hardened. In his mind's eye, the events passed quickly:

The Empress reared up before him on her spidery limbs and snarled up at him. He stood on the stair landing above her. The chittering and screeching of her children in the hole grated against his skin. Everything in him said to continue with the plan, offer no mercy, but his thoughts turned to Rose, unconscious, possibly dying and he knew she would not slaughter them like he would have.

He stared down the crimson insect and projected, "Empress of the Racnoss - I give you one last chance. I can find you a planet. I can find you a place in the universe to coexist. Take that offer and end this now."

She chortled and snapped her jaws together. "These men are so funny."

"What is your answer?"

She sneered at him and bared her teeth, almost a smile from what the Doctor could tell. "I'm afraid I have to decline." She cackled and rubbed her scythe-like claws together.

The Doctor's heart sank a moment in his chest. "What happens next is your own doing."

The Empress bared her teeth again and commanded the robots surrounding the room to take aim. The Doctor switched them off with the remote in his pocket, pulling it out and showing it off to the Empress and Donna.

The red spider screeched. "No matter! My children shall feast on Martian flesh!"

The Doctor's gaze was cold as he met the Empress' multiple orbs. "Oh, but I'm not from Mars. My home planet is far away and long since gone. But its name lives on."

The Empress' eyes narrowed. "Then where?"

"Gallifrey."

She reared back and spat in anger. "They murdered the Racnoss!"

The Doctor blinked once. "I warned you. You brought this." From his pocket he produced a number of Christmas ornaments like the ones from the reception. He tossed them into the air and they went to work. Some smashed through walls, letting water flood in. Another exploded near the Empress and another smashed another wall, lighting something else on fire. The Doctor stood still watching the Empress' life crumble. The water rushed in and flooded the hole. He heard her wails of despair and her children's screeches of terror but he did not move. The flames consumed the spider and the waters drowned her offspring and he just watched. Why did it have to end like this?

He heard a noise. Something called his name. Rose? He thought. There it was again, stronger. The Doctor looked down to see Donna calling him. "You can stop now!" she warned.

He couldn't stop… she burned before him and all he could do was watch. What a waste. He shook his head and called to Donna. "Come on! Time I got you out!"

The Doctor and Donna escaped up the stairs. But the Empress had transported back to her ship. As the Doctor and Donna broke through the surface and stepped out on the Thames, they saw a large star-like ship splintering as shells broke its fragile surface. It was almost festive the way it was shaped and the way it burst. The Doctor and Donna cheered as it exploded once more and disintegrated.

Sopping wet as she was, Donna took stock of their surroundings and began to laugh.

The Doctor looked at her worried. "Donna, what's wrong?"

She chuckled again and pointed around them. "We've drained the Thames."

The two laughed.

The Doctor broke out of his reverie. "And I stopped them," he finished rather anti-climatically.

Rose could tell something was wrong but she did not press the matter. Instead, she slurped at the dregs of her smoothie and licked her lips. "And what about Donna? Was she alright?"

"Yes of course, the Doctor nodded. "Little wet, a little disheartened, after all she didn't get married, but she'll be fine."

Rose swirled the straw in her drink. "Did you invite her along?" she murmured.

"Of course. She didn't have the heart for it though. Not like you," he smirked.

Rose grinned and felt her face flush. It wasn't that she didn't like Donna, she just liked being the Doctor's mate—companion and didn't want anyone messing that up. Something bothered the back of her mind but Rose pushed it away. She yawned laboriously. "Am I okay then? You said I had some kind of overload from those particles."

The Doctor's eyes darkened and his face grew stiff. "You're tired. You should rest. We can talk about it later."

Rose rolled her eyes. "Fine." She hopped off the console and handed her smoothie cup to the Doctor. "But we will talk about it," she promised. The Doctor didn't meet her eyes and she sighed. "Good night, Doctor." She stalked off towards her room, perhaps a little sulky that he wouldn't tell her what had happened.

When she disappeared from the room, the Doctor set down her cup on the jump seat and leaned against the console. "Good night, my Rose," he sighed.