I AM BACK after an extremely long hiatus of writers block, school, homework, exams and the like :D BUT, I have been reinspired and am going to finish this story. Also question: I can't seem to find the page break button on the document editor. Anyone know where it might have gone?

The Doctor, Kate, and Osgood tumbled onto the floor of Clara's flat.

The Doctor stood up, dusting himself off. "Well, that was a bit rougher than I expected." He frowned at his sonic. "Maybe I should get the old girl to check this thing out."

Kate helped Osgood to her feet. "Doctor, where are we?"

The Time Lord looked around. "You are in Clara Oswald's flat in Cardiff. It's about—." He paused, and ran to the window, throwing the curtains open wide. He stared out the window for a moment at the sunlight, before whirling around to face the two women.

"What time is it?"

Kate frowned at the clock. "It seems to be ten AM."

The Doctor ran across the room. "Oh no, the wedding is starting right now! I have to get over there before it's too late!"

"Wait!" Kate called. "What will we do?"

"Uh…" He whirled around, waving his hands in agitation. "You just stay here and get some rest. I'll be back soon… maybe." And with that, he was out the door.

Clara shifted her feet in nervousness as she awaited the bridal march to begin. She stood outside the sanctuary doors with River, who was to walk her down the aisle. She stared pointedly at the stained glass inset in the doors, trying to distract herself from her jitters, and the thoughts about how the Doctor wasn't here to support her.

"Don't worry." River's voice said near her ear. "The Doctor will turn up eventually. He just needs time to cool down."

Clara turned to look at her. "Are you sure?"

River smiled. "I'm always sure about the Doctor."

She sighed, smoothing her white dress distractedly. "I'd just feel better if he were here. I feel like I've done something wrong. I wish none of this business with the Zygons had ever happened."

River linked her arm in Clara's. "You'll be fine."

The beginning notes of the bridal march drifted out to them, and the doors opened. The small gathering of people rose to their feet, turning to face the bride and her escort.

Despite her worries about the Doctor, Clara could not help but smile as she walked down the aisle. The Master stood at the altar, his chest puffed out in his usual pompous air as he watched her come closer. She could tell he was trying not to smile to big, for the sake of his reputation.

He had actually combed his hair back, which was a marvelous feat in itself, and, much to Clara's hilarity, he was wearing a bowtie. Even now, Clara had to bite her tongue to keep herself from giggling at the sight.

When they reached the altar, River broke away from Clara and went to join the Woman. Clara walked up the steps to face the Master. Her heart fluttered nervously as the last notes of the music died away, and the commitment she was about to make suddenly weighed down upon her.

The pastor cleared his throat. "Dearly beloved, we gather here today—."

He was cut off as a loud shout rang through the sanctuary.

"STOP!"

Clara's head snapped around, and her eyes grew wide in astonishment. Murmurs and gasps from the assembled echoed through the room. River closed her eyes in hopelessness, and the Woman looked away.

In the doorway, the Doctor stood, panting and heaving. His clothes were torn, burned, and greasy, and the dirty goggles hung loosely around his neck. His sonic screwdriver was clasped firmly in his hand, and his bowtie was askew.

"What are you doing here?" The Master hissed in anger.

The Doctor started forward. "Clara, you cannot marry him!"

"Doctor!" Clara yelled, almost unable to process that he had gone so far as to interrupt her own wedding. She was livid. "Can you not accept that I love him?"

"No, I understand that you love him." He breathed. "I accept that But…" He pointed his screwdriver at the Master. "That is not the Master! That is a Zygon duplicate!"

"What proof do you have?" The Master asked incredulously.

The Doctor smiled confidently. "Well I'll have you know, when I was whisked off to the Zygon ship, I was able to free every one of your little captives while I was onboard. And do you know what that means?" He cocked his head. "That means that your disguise should be wearing off in three… two… one…"

Clara looked back over at the Master, to see what he would do. She looked into his eyes, but instead of the deep brown eyes of the Master, she was looking into yellow, savage ones. She gasped in horror, taking a step back.

The Master Zygon bared his now sharp, pointy teeth in a gurgling growl at the Doctor. "Well done, Time Lord. You have rid me of my disguise once and for all. And to think, I managed to fool you all for so long." He glared at Clara. "Especially you."

River rushed to her side. "You leave her alone!"

Strax leapt up from where he was sitting on the pew. "Sir, I have my grenades ready! Shall the Zygon prepare for obliteration?"

The Doctor held up a hand. "No, thank you Strax. I have something else planned for this one."

Clara was still staring in horror at the now completely formed Zygon. The Doctor had been right! This red, disgusting alien thing was most definitely not the Master. Looking back on all his strange behavior, she realized what a fool she had been.

The Doctor held up his sonic. "Now, onto the ship!"

The all were teleported away, leaving behind a very confused and frightened pastor, and some even more confused wedding guests.