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Day of the Doctor


~Chapter 5~
A Wedding Riddled with Jealousy

"Never? Not even once?"

"No. He's only ever mentioned you. And that was… under different circumstances."

Avery and Clara were sat on the soft grass of a field, leaning against a stone fence. On the other side of the field, the wedding would be held. Avery was unsure of what she felt about the wedding, though was trying not to think about it. Her heart said she was furious, though she was unsure of why. He was a free man and allowed to do what he wanted after all.

There was also something very… Deja-vu about the whole ordeal. Though she had no memories of the Doctor wanting to marry someone else. And she was sure that her memory was intact.

"What different circumstances?" asked Avery, quite curious about the future Doctor, who was off somewhere with the past Doctor, maybe inspecting more of the Zygon base.

"Just… intense circumstances. He was sort of forced to remember you when this group of aliens ambushed us once. They said they were searching for someone special, called her the-"

"Clara!"

Both girls shrieked and jumped as the future Doctor's voice was suddenly heard coming from right above them. As they looked up, he was sitting there on the stone fence, looking down at them with joyful eyes. Though something in his eyes told her that the joy was not really there, but more made-up. The past Doctor's words came to her mind of how they were afraid of being grown-up, as though it reminded them of something horrible…

"What are you two girls chatting about, aye?"

He shifted and let himself plop down between the two of them. The past Doctor moved into view as well, sitting himself down on the grass a little bit away from them.

"You. We were talking about how weird you are."

"Oi! Weird is good," scolded the future Doctor, pointing a finger at each of them.

"Hey, does he still do that thing where he comes up with words just to sound clever, but then you actually know something about the subject and catch him doing it and you can just see him squirming-"

"Yes! Yes, he does!" laughed Clara.

"This isn't funny," squirmed the future Doctor.

The laughter died down after a while, and Avery looked over at the future Doctor, a serious look on her face, "Why have you never mentioned Martha to Clara?"

He looked down at his own hands.

"Not even Rose… I understand it's painful, but… We're still your friends."

"I don't mention you, because it's… weird."

"You just said 'weird' is good," countered Clara.

"Not the good weird. The bad weird. It's the bad weird for you. I mean you come into my life, become the best friends I've ever had, and then I have to leave… Leave because I don't grow old."

Avery gently placed a hand on his arm. A strange surge of energy passed through her as she did and she stared at her hand.

"Okay."

The future Doctor furrowed his brow, looking at her strangely. "Okay?"

"Okay as in, I understand." She finally looked up at him, realizing how close she was pressed up against him as they sat there… Her cheeks flushed, though she did not care. There was something about this Doctor, his carelessness, his joy, his clumsiness and his strange way of always finding reasons to touch her… It made her heart flutter.

Perhaps Martha had been right… Perhaps the Doctor does harbour feelings for her, the question was whether she did as well.

"The wedding's about to begin," commented the past Doctor, causing them to look over at him. "We should make our way over there."

"Yes… Yes!" replied the future Doctor as though he was waking up from a dream. Without any difficulty, the future Doctor jumped up to his feet, dragging both girls with him before intertwining his arms with theirs, beginning to lead them down over the field.

Avery giggled at his antics, watching as he puffed out his chest slightly as he walked with two women at his arms. Though her smile faded slightly when she noticed the past Doctor walking on his own in front of them.

"Ignore him…" mumbled the future Doctor, having noticed her staring.

"How can I do that when he's walking all on his own? He's still my friend… He's just not met me yet," argued Avery.

"No, really just ignore him. It's easy, I do it all the time," shrugged the future Doctor.

Avery wanted to ask him more questions, but as she looked at the future Doctor she could see he was still in a happy mood, and the past times the past Doctor had come up in conversation, both her Doctor and the future Doctor had become uncomfortable and unhappy. She did not want that for her friend.

Therefore, she simply let it go, leaning her head against his shoulder as she listened to him and Clara chatting away about random things.

They reached the other side of the field soon where her Doctor, Elizabeth and a priest were already standing beside the TARDIS, awaiting their arrival. Avery chuckled as she saw her Doctor standing there with the same suit he always wore, having changed nothing about his attire while the Queen had put on a fancier dress. She chuckled even more at the strange thought that the Doctor was getting married; the man who always ran from normal things and towards the strange, adventurous things. Then again, marriage is nothing more but an adventure. One having to spend every day with someone and make it work while still keeping up the romance… a bigger adventure did not exist in the entire university.

They listened to the ceremony, watching the minister recite parts of the Bible and other texts Avery did not recognize at all. All the while, she kept a close eye on her Doctor, seeing him never really smiling but looking more uncomfortable with each passing minute. She began to assume he had only agreed to the wedding part to find out more about the Zygons and Elizabeth, and their connection. Perhaps he had thought he would be able to run away before the wedding…

This thought only made Avery smile even more, silently laughing at the situation he had gotten himself in to.

"You may kiss the bride," finished the minister, earning a whoop from Clara who had long ago let go of the future Doctor's arm to stand on her own… Yet, Avery had not. Neither of them had even made a move to leave. She simply felt natural standing beside the Doctor, the two holding on to each other…

She watched with a smirk on her lips as the Doctor awkwardly glanced at Elizabeth before she suddenly grabbed his face and threw herself against him… For a very long time.

Clara had been smiling at first… Though as the kiss went on and on and on, her smile had turned into an uncomfortable one. Avery's smirk had disappeared too, her heart beating with jealousy now, although she tried to deny it.

"Is there a lot of this in the future?" asked the past Doctor, glancing at the future Doctor.

Avery's smirk returned again at the word 'it' used for kissing.

"It does start to happen, yeah," commented the future Doctor seriously.

The Doctor managed to pry away her hands, as delicately as he could. She smiled up at him, "Godspeed, my love."

Avery blinked, not understanding this part at all. Suddenly, her Doctor turned to Avery, grabbing her hand before giving a forced smile to his future self, "If I may borrow my companion, thank you."

Dragging her behind him, the two of them entered the TARDIS again. The Doctor let out a sigh, beginning to start the engines once more. The TARDIS doors opened again, revealing Clara, the future Doctor and the past Doctor entering.

"We're all going back to the 21st century now?" asked Avery, wondering why her Doctor had pried her away from his future self if they all were going to go in the same ship anyway.

"Yup," said the Doctor as he ran around the controllers, avoiding eye contact with Avery.

"You've let this place go a bit," commented the past Doctor, Avery staying in the back, leaning against the railing.

"Ah, it's the grunge phase," commented the future Doctor before glancing at his past self, "He grows out of it."

As the future Doctor touched the controls, a flash of electricity touched them, causing them both to jump back from the controls. Both Avery and Clara grabbed onto each other as they saw the room change into one lighter.

"The desktop is glitching!" exclaimed the Doctor.

"Sorry, 'desktop'?" asked Avery, though the Doctors ignored her.

"Three of us from different time zones. It's trying to compensate," explained the past Doctor.

"Is it just me or did that not explain anything at all?" asked Clara in a low voice, earning a nod from Avery.

The future Doctor pointed over at the walls where the bright light was coming from, "Hey, look, the round things."

"I love the round things," smiled the Doctor.

"What are the round things?" asked the future Doctor.

"No idea…" replied the Doctor, still with a smile on his face.

"This always makes me trust him even more as my driver," commented Clara, earning a giggle from Avery.

Something beeped over at the controls and the future Doctor rushed past Clara and Avery, pulling a lever. "Oh dear, the friction contrafibulator." Another flash made the room change once more, making it look rather modern and stylish, though the 'round things' were gone. "There, stabilized."

"Oh, you've redecorated," smiled the Doctor as he looked around. Though his smile quickly faded, "I don't like it."

"Oh? Oh, yeah. Oh, you never do! Listen, we're going to the National Gallery – the Zygons are underneath it," said the future Doctor, rushing around the controls.

"No, UNIT HQ, they followed us there in the Black Archive," said Clara, the two women letting go of each other again. The three Doctors turn to stare at her with ominous looks on their faces. "Okay, so you've heard of that, then."

"So, we go back there," mumbled the future Doctor, hitting a few buttons.

"What are you doing?" asked the Doctor, watching him with interested eyes.

"I've got contacts. Sometimes I give gifts to my contacts," smiled the future Doctor.

"Again, how does that explain anything?" asked Avery.

They watched as the future Doctor moved the TV-screen around the controls so it was facing all three of them.

"Oh, great, they've got a bomb. Nuclear no less," grumbled the future Doctor.

"There's always a bomb, isn't there? Avery, remember that time in New Rome when the cult leaders turned out to have-"

"Bombs stacked underneath the new Vatican structures, yeah," chuckled Avery.

"There's always a bomb…"

"Let's interrupt, shall we?" asked the future Doctor, hitting the screen three times before smiling. "Science leads, Kate? Is that what you meant? Is that what your father meant?"

Clara and Avery walked over to the Doctors, seeing the screen filled with strange symbols and numbers.

"Doctor?" asked the voice of a woman over the com system.

"Space-time telegraph, Kate. A gift from me to your father. Hotline straight to the TARDIS." The future Doctor turned serious. "I know about the Black Archive and I know about the security protocol. Kate, please, please, tell me you are not about to do something unbelievably stupid!"

"I'm sorry, Doctor. Switch it off."

"Not as sorry as you will be. This is not a decision you will ever be able to live with. If that bomb goes off, a lot of people die," commented the Doctor.

Avery and Clara did not miss how the future Doctor and Avery's Doctor stopped for a moment to stare at each other after he had said that, as though they had both thought of something horrible at the same time…

Suddenly, the TARDIS shook. The future Doctor ran around the controls again, checking everything twice.

"Kate! We're attempting to bring the TARDIS in – why can't we land?"

"I said switch it off!"

"No, Kate, please! Just listen to me!" exclaimed the future Doctor, though suddenly, a beep was heard.

"The symbols are gone. I think the line was cut," said Avery, exchanging a look with the future Doctor.

"The Tower of London – totally TARDIS-proof…" said the future Doctor.

"How can they do that?" asked Clara incredulously.

"Alien technology plus human stupidity – trust me, it's unbeatable."

"But we have to land," pressed Avery. "What if she didn't turn the bomb off? And the Zygons, we have to get to them!"

"We don't need to land…" breathed the future Doctor.

"Yeah we do a tiny bit," said the Doctor with a singsong voice. "Try and keep up."

"No, we don't. There is another way," smiled the future Doctor.

Suddenly, he held up the Zygons' cube.

"Cup-a-Soup!"

The Doctor smiled.

"What is a Cup-a-Soup?" asked the past Doctor, earning a smile from Avery.