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The wedding plans were going well. Rose was busying herself with the flowers and the decorations and the venue. The Doctor only had to make sure that there wasn't going to be a crisis in the world, as that would really ruin their day. Martha and Donna were on the search for dresses, and Tom and Lee were looking for a good band to play at the reception.
"What about this dress?" Donna asked Rose, who was on the phone. Rose shook her head and carried on talking. Martha came in holding Daniel, and plonked him in his high chair.
"Found any nice ones yet?" Martha flicked through the magazines.
"Nope. You?" Donna sighed, and ticked Daniel under the chin. Martha shook her head and Rose put the phone down.
"That is it! Maybe we just won't have flowers at the wedding. Maybe we'll have weeds instead. Yeah, that will be nice. I'll have a bouquet of stinging nettles!" Rose cried, and she buried her head in her hands.
"Don't be silly. We'll find a flower company, I promise," Donna rubbed her on the back.
"Getting married is always very stressful. But you helped me, and I'm here to help you. Everything will be fine, I promise!" Martha assured her, and Rose smiled at them. True, the wedding was going to be hectic, and not everything was going to go to plan. But at least she had her friends to help guide her down the long, tricky road that was the build up to the big day.
"Thank you. Hey, where is the Doctor?" Rose asked, looking around.
"He and Jack have gone out to look at suits for the wedding," Martha replied, opening yet another magazine.
"God, if Jack has it his way, all the Doctor will be wearing is some Y fronts and a cowboy hat," Rose joked.
"No there's an image I could do without," Donna mentally slapped the image out of her head as Martha and Rose laughed.
"Do I really have to try this on?" The Doctor asked, looking at the pink suit that Jack had in his hand.
"Yeah!"
"Why?"
"Because! It suits your skin tone," Jack told him, and shoved him into a dressing room. "Change. Now." The Doctor rolled his eyes and shut the curtain.
"You can leave the curtain open, if you want," Jack added cheekily.
"I'd rather not," Replied the Doctor, as he shook off his trousers. He took the baby pink suit and stared at it with disgust. "Are you sure?"
"Yes!" The Doctor grumbled as he put the suit on. He opened the curtain and Jack smiled. "Lovely!"
"I think not," The Doctor retorted, as he glanced in the mirror. "Look at me! I'm a giant walking candyfloss!"
"Oh, you are such a drama queen! I think it suits you," Jack admired him, but the Doctor was having none of it.
"I would prefer a more traditional suit, either black, or...black," The Doctor walked back into the changing room and took his suit off. Jack sighed.
"I try to help you, and what do I get?" Jack put his hands up in the air.
"Now who's being a drama queen?" The Doctor raised an eyebrow and he stepped out of the changing room. He searched around the shop for a more traditional wedding suits.
"What's wrong with the pink one?" Jack asked.
"Well, if I wore a pink suit, then what would Rose wear? An all over gold catsuit?"
"Oh, don't tempt me," Jack grinned, and the Doctor rolled his eyes. He had a tendency to do that a lot whenever Jack was around. He carried on trawling through the rails, hoping to find something decent. Jack pointed out a neon green suit, and the Doctor firmly told him no.
"This is a wedding, not a freak show," The Doctor told him, and pulled him out of the store. Jack struggled out of his grasp and straightened himself up.
"Alright, I promise I won't make you try on another hideous suit," Jack sighed. "Although..." He was looking at a cowboy hat and waggled his eyebrows.
"No!" The Doctor rolled his eyes (again) and Jack laughed.
Rose had found the perfect dress. It was a white, low cut, flowing dress with some delicate details along the hem. Luckily, it could be ordered, so Martha had ran down the bridal shop while Donna and Rose carried on planning the rest of the wedding.
"Hey, who are you gonna invite?" Donna asked. Rose shrugged.
"Well, my parents and my sister-"
"How are they gonna get through?"
"Oh, well, we kinda' already broke down the walls of the universe, so all they have to do is hop through," Rose replied, a little sheepishly. Donna nodded.
"Anyone else?"
"'Course! You and Lee, Martha, Tom and Daniel, and anyone else that the Doctor wants to invite," Rose secured her blond hair back into a grip and leaned back against the chair.
"What, so aliens will be turnig up for your wedding?" Donna raised an eyebrow.
"Well, no. I dunno, I'll have to ask him," Rose grabbed a mug from the cupboard and filled the kettle up. "Want one?"
"Oh, I'd love one," Donna smiled, and she closed the bridal magazines. "I guess we don't need these anymore."
"No, I still want to keep 'em" Rose said, filling the mugs with piping hot coffee.
"Why? You've got your dress?"
"'Cuz! You only get to be a bride once-"
"Unless your name's Jlo..." Donna interrupted. Rose sighed.
"Yeah, OK. You only get to be a bride once, if your name's not Jlo, so I want to keep these magazines as a momentum."
"Corny!" Donna muttered, and Rose laughed.
"I don't care if it's corny. I still love it!" She smiled, and sipped her coffee. She heard the Doctor and Jack walk through the door and enter the kitchen.
"Hello," The Doctor smiled, and gave Rose a kiss. Jack followed behind, sulking.
"What's wrong Jack?" Rose asked, letting go of the Doctor.
"That man has no sense of fashion!" He moaned, and Donna patted him of the back.
"Here, have a cuppa' and tell Donna what's wrong in the living room," Donna escorted Jack out. The Doctor took the vacant seat, kicked his shoes off and rubbed his throbbing feet.
"My feet are aching! How do women shop for hours on end without their feet dropping off?" The Doctor winced.
"That's rich, coming from the man who runs everywhere!" Rose smiled.
"Hey, that's for a reason!" The Doctor protested.
"No luck finding a suit then?" Rose asked, picking off a grape form the bowl in front of her. The Doctor shook his head and sighed.
"I just need a decent suit! Why is that so hard?"
"I dunno. But I found my dress!" Rose said excitedly. "Martha's just gone to order it now. It's perfect! It's not a puffball, but it is delicate and so detailed! It's so gorgeous!" The Doctor watched Rose explain her dress with a huge smile on her face. She looked so beautiful, so animated and happy. He leaned over and gave her a kiss. They pulled apart after a while and Rose frowned.
"Was I boring you?" She asked, biting her lip.
"No, no, I just though-"
"I was joking, Doctor," Rose smiled, and kissed him again.
What do you think? I'm making Jack out to be really camp! He'll become more macho in the next chapter, I promise!
And Jlo, if you're reading (which I highly doubt you will be) I apologise for Donna's remark.
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