Oh god I wrote a crack fic. _
Want to know why?
It's a convoluted if not adorable story.
It all started several years ago.
My sister and I have always had a habit of creating elaborate inside jokes. One day we decided that when I was of marrying age, I was going to end up hitched to a French aristocrat with a hot air balloon.
The joke surfaced from time to time, but was more or less forgotten.
Fast forward a few years.
I had a job babysitting my friends little girl every few days for about a year.
While the girl and I didn't always see eye to eye, I have to admit that playing make-believe with her was refreshingly fun.
In one of the reoccurring scenario's that she constructed, I was the captain of a small star ship. I was married to the ships mechanic (Played by a life sized doll of Ernie from Sesame street.) We had to save a bunch of alien ambassadors from an elaborate assassination plot, but were betrayed by a Princess (played by a large green frog) who was actually working for the bad guys. But now I'm off topic.
My sister and I laughed about this a lot, until suddenly she asked if I remembered being married before.
I said no, Ernie was my first, and as far as I knew, only husband.
Then she reminded me of the French aristocrat! Shocking! D:
I insisted that it must not have happened yet, but she pointed out that we had pictures to prove it. (She had drawn a picture of the wedding a while ago.)
After some debate, we came to the conclusion that a drunk time traveling gate crasher must have shown up at my first wedding with pictures of my next. It was all very bittersweet, because somehow we came to the conclusion that Ernie was going to die in a horrible accident maybe four years from then. So I had to go through my whole wedding knowing this awful secret, and keeping it from my husband.
At the time Doctor who was playing, and I was still kind of getting into it.
It just so happened that on the night that my sister and I had unraveled most of the mystery of my two weddings, an episode came on where in the Doctor said- "I'm rubbish at weddings. Especially my own."
"IT WAS YOU!" I yelled, pointing at the screen. My sister was as shocked as I was.
And so now we knew.
Spool a few years forward, to a place we shall henceforth refer to as "now."
Doctor Who has always been a mild reoccurring fandom for me. But ever since the sketch project I've been working on at my deviantart account (see profile for link), it's sort of claimed a bigger chunk of my heart.
I wanted to write something short for it, since I'm already trapped in finishing a three part epic Transformers fanfiction. :S
But the only really short story I could think of was this one.
It's crack, but I figured what the heck.
The characters are not really based on Ernie and me anymore, though I kept his name for silliness's sake.
Also, I originally wrote the Doctor as 10, but decided later to use 11. So that, along with the fact that this is my first Doctor Who fanfiction ever may account for my not getting either of them quite right. Sorry about that. ^.^;
Anyway! That is the story of the story. I hope all of this was at least a little amusing! :)
And if you've got the time, reviews are always nice. ;)