A/N: It's finally arrived! The wedding, a lovely two parter to chew on. (I say two parter but you just watch, it'll be four by the end of the week) and it's great fun to write!

For anyone who had the audacity not to watch the Sarah-Jane Adventures New Year's Special Luke'll get an explanation later.

I'd also like to add I've never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever been to a wedding before so most of this is Zombie Kitty and guesswork. So it's...ah...I hear David's voice...Argos...must buy...ooo he sounds like in The Stone Rose...must...buy...Argos...(Snap) err, anyway, where was I? Soemthing about weddings. Welp. I don't know bog all, I'm afraid. It ends in a crap place too, but hey, at least I got most of the next chapter done! (For once)

Chapter 15 – Doctor Who: The Wedding (Uncut) Part One

"Well I don't know," Sarah-Jane Smith was saying as she adjusted her formal dress that had been locked away in her wardrobe for far too long now. "For a master of time itself he's not very good at keeping it, is he?"

"That's bad, right?" Luke said from next to her, staring blankly towards the front of the church through the stain glass window. Sarah-Jane looked towards the priest, now having a frantic chat with who Sarah-Jane could only presume was Rose's mother. The Doctor had really gone a messed it up this time.

"What is the purpose of this congregation, mum?" asked Luke's voice from next to her.

"This is a wedding, Luke, it's where two people pledge their love to one another and are recognised as a wedded couple in society," she replied as clearly as she could.

"You are not in a wedded couple, mum?"

"No, I'm not."

"Is that good or bad?"

She smiled gently at him, but did not reply.

Suddenly everybody in the church yelped in surprise as the sound of the church doors bursting dramatically open suddenly rang out, shortly followed by strained pants of air and running footsteps. Sarah-Jane turned to see the Doctor coming to a halt gasping for oxygen, doubling over and clutching at his chest.

"I'm here!"

The underlying muttering that had since escalated in the church died down instantly, as seconds later Mickey Smith tumbled carelessly in behind, almost head butting him as stopping proved a difficult task.

The two took a few seconds to try and regain their breath before tearing off once more down the aisle up to the rather frustrated looking Jackie and annoyed looking priest. If the entire church weren't watching Jackie would have slapped him there and then – but instead she just pushed him towards the priest, grabbing his bow tie and yanking it tighter. The Doctor choked as it tightened around his neck, struggling to undo it with one hand as Mickey bounded up next to him, also gasping for air.

"The TARDIS Doctor…" he grunted, audible to the entire church. "Why didn't…you just…use the…TARDIS…"

"It's…complicated…"

"Complicated…in that you…forgot!"

The organ music started up immediately out of nowhere, cutting the Doctor off of his retort. He straightened up as best he could, turning towards the end of the church to where he could see his beautiful bride in white standing beside Howard, acting substitute father. She looked stunning and his jaw had dropped long before she had taken her next step. Jackie had opted for a quick, short wedding, the basic factors – they were all atheist so it was pointless to start singing and praying.

But this was it. This was the moment. He was going to be a husband. John Sigma-Tyler, that was him. Father, husband, and universal pioneer. When he'd first met Rose so long ago in that Henriks store he would've never dreamed of having what he did now. He'd lost so much in the War he would've never had a family again when to lose them hurt so much.

He turned his head quickly back to Mickey who had now straightened, catching his gaze. They nodded to one another, decisive. No turning back.

Rose began to walk up the aisle; the sound of the organ obscenely loud in his ears as suddenly the entire world slowly turned, and began to watch him. But nothing could destroy the moment – not now, not ever. Daleks annihilated. Cybermen obsolete. The darkness of the world lifted, just for one day.

None of it mattered now. She was there, she was beautiful, and she was his. His eyes searched her over, taking in the beauty of her dress that flattened out her pregnancy a little bit, but she was too far along to entirely cover it. Besides: he liked seeing it, knowing that inside her was his tiny little Time Lady, tucked up warm and comfortable.

Howard led her by the hand, giving the Doctor a supportive wink, to which he flashed a smile back. Rory was tagging along behind holding the train of Rose's dress, looking unusually smart but his hair was still looking like a haystack.

They'd reached him and Mickey now, Howard guiding her to stand infront of the Doctor before taking his place.

"We are present here today to witness the joining of these two souls in holy matrimony…"

The Doctor watched her face, eyes locked with hers as they stared into each other's gaze. His mind was a complete and total blank, never before had he felt so utterly helpless and manipulative.

"If anyone has any reason why these two should not be wed, then speak now – or forever hold your peace."

Silent seconds passed. Any Daleks or Cybermen would do well to enter now.

"Well, then…"

"I object!"

The church became absolutely silent as both the Doctor and Rose looked up in surprise towards the end of the church where a single man stood, arm raised in the air.

He jogged up the aisle towards the pair, waving casually to the shocked onlookers on either side as though he were the Queen. He reached the two lovers at the top end of the church, grinning his pearly white grin at each of them as the church remained in stunned silence.

"What is your reasoning, sir?"

Captain Jack Harkness' eyes fixed on the Doctor's, and his smile broadened even further.

"Because this man is mine!" he declared, before grabbing the Doctor's face in his own two hands and wrenching his entire head forward, smacking a huge great big slobbery kiss on the lips.

"Mmm!" the Doctor managed to say as he struggled desperately with Jack's grip, Rose collapsing with hysterics before Jack finally let go of the Doctor, who started to cough and choke and wipe his mouth desperately free of Jack germs.

"And this woman is also mine!" Jack drew Rose in much more carefully then he had with the Doctor, planting a soft, gentle kiss on her lips. He drew away from her, casting his gaze down to her womb. "Same one or different?"

"Different."

"Another one? Blimey, you two are at it like rabbits arentcha?" He lifted his head, grinning up at the priest. "Sorry to interrupt, carry on!" he waved a hand, stepping back from Rose and trudging down to the first row of chairs in the church, squidging himself next to Sarah-Jane who was smiling like mad.

Feathers ruffled a little, the Vicar turned back to the pair standing infront of him, hastily flipping through his book.

"If you would give the bride away, sir," the priest directed Howard. He nodded, grinning at the Doctor as he placed Rose's hand in his.

"She's all yers, Doctor," Howard said lowly. Giving the bride away, it was all about that in human ceremonies, wasn't it? Howard clasped their hands together for a moment, making sure they were firmly in each other's grip before he turned, taking Rory's hand and leading him to sit next to Jackie.

The Doctor stared at her hand in his for a moment, slightly unsure of what he was doing. He felt like an idiot talking to a white net for the entire service but it might be obscenely rude to lift it now…

"…Do you, John Sigma, promise you will love, comfort, honour and protect Rose Marion Tyler and be faithful to her as long as you both shall live?"

"I do."

"And do you, Rose Marion Tyler, promise you will love, comfort, honour and protect John Sigma and be faithful to him as long as you both shall live?"

She beamed. "I do."

The priest looked to the observers. "Does the congregation support and uphold these twos' marriage?"

"Hell yeah!" Jack shouted loudly over the din of approval, punching the air.

The priest was obviously denying his existence now. Wise move, the Doctor thought. "You have prepared your own vows?"

Rose nodded, and suddenly the Doctor slowly began to turn white. He tried to look as calm as possible as he strived in vain to remember what he had written on that piece of paper – coming up with the two sentences he'd scribbled and repeated over and over again.

Uh oh.

A/N: Chapter 16 – Doctor Who: The Wedding (Uncut) Part Two

He'd never been nervous in all his lives and here he was, unable to speak. He looked up from his shoes, meeting Rose's gaze. She squeezed his hand; helping his nerves shift a little.

He opened his mouth and forced his larynx to operate, managing to emit a tiny squeak as though he were a small helpless bunny rabbit sitting infront of the hunter's gun. Maybe he was.

He looked back to the floor again. Silent seconds passed.