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AN: I'm going to post two parts today maybe in sequential order I dunno yet (I'm doing the two of them because it's all I've done so far, the seventh part is a work in progress, the sixth part and I will warn you is a bit...well bleh, would be a good term to use.
That night the Doctor and the Master spent the night in their room which was basically an upscale chalet, they'd spent the night together in the same bed, they didn't see the point of one sleeping on the floor since there was no sofa, so they shared.
The Doctor was just waking up, he groaned as the bright light from the identical suns shone onto his face through the window, he sat up and looked around, the Master wasn't in the room, but then again why would he stick around if he was awake.
He hauled himself out of bed and went outside; the sight that greeted him was both shocking and comical. The Master was lying on a half couch dressed in a white robe, pretty much like a toga, he was totally adorned in flowers, garlands, anklets, bracelets, he even had a headdress made of various flowers on his head.
"Master what is all this?"
The Master looked around the white gazebo he was shaded under, there were white posies everywhere and ribbon draping from side to side and corner to corner.
"Who knows? They dressed me like this when I got up, I had hand maidens, never had hand maidens before."
The Master grinned and offered the Doctor some fruit from the bowl by his side.
"No thanks. Where is the guy...the leader, I need to see him, I don't like the looks of this. This reminds of a planet I went to before; they dressed their sacrifices up like this."
"Don't bother. I spoke to him earlier."
"And what did he say?"
"His name is Titorian."
"Did you get the name of this planet?"
"Managuam Ten, how come you didn't know?"
"TARDIS has got it listed as unknown, I've heard of their festivals though and I'd always wanted to come and see if they were as good as the Universe makes them out to be."
The Master finished off a piece of grape like fruit he'd been eating and looked at the Doctor who was smirking at him.
"And what's so amusing?"
"Nothing...did Titorian say where he was going? And get dressed; I have a feeling we're going to have to make a hasty exit."
"To the Palace, it's about five minutes walk from here I think, up the big hill, and why are we leaving? I love it here."
"Right, well I need to see him, wait here for me will you?"
"Like I'd move, this is brilliant."
The Doctor threw on the rest of his clothes and headed up to the palace, the Master was right the hill was big, and by the time he reached the palace he was out of breath which was unusual for him, with him being a Time Lord and running everywhere. Surprisingly enough he wasn't stopped by guards but he was escorted to the royal chamber by two green and burly men.
"We have brought this traveller to you your majesty."
"Good. Leave us."
The Doctor watched them leave and then turned to the man in front of him.
"You are Titorian are you not?"
"I am, so what brings you to my palace?"
"I was just wondering, why the Master is dressed up?"
"The Master? Oh the man you came with yesterday. He is dressed up for your ceremony of course."
"I'm sorry about this but you're not going to sacrifice him?"
"No, of course not. He has been adorned for the traditional ceremony."
"Humour me, what is this ceremony for?"
"Your wedding of course."
"But we're not..."
"I will not take no for an answer. You two are clearly dedicated to each other as we observed yesterday in the Saktari Forest."
"You did?"
"Your mating ritual."
"Ah, no, no that was just a game of tag."
"Tag?"
"Well yeah. It's an Earth game, one person chases another person and then when they touch the person who is touched has to chase you."
"But me and my son observed you chasing your partner?"
"Yeah because it was my turn...wait a second do you mean he's the bride?"
"Well of course, we don't dress the grooms up, they're perfectly capable themselves."
"Oh boy." The Doctor sighed "Listen Titorian, this planet of yours is truly beautiful but me and the Master aren't partners?"
"Aren't you? Well if you aren't why didn't he deny it when we sent him the hand maidens this morning?"
"Because he's a vain man, he loves the attention."
"Oh Doctor, that is your name isn't it?"
"Yes."
"Good, well this is just pre-wedding nerves, return to him, you'll feel better I'm sure."
The Doctor didn't have a chance to object when the guards were back and escorting him out. He sprinted down the hill and skidded to a stop by the chalet.
"Master!"
"I'm in here! I didn't move, just like you said."
The Doctor ran in and found him in the same place sipping wine.
"Master get dressed now."
"Why? this is fun."
"Do you know what this is?"
"Nope, and I don't care."
"Master they think you and I are partners. They've dressed you up because they think you're the bride."
"You what?"
The Master was soon stood up and pacing back and forth.
"They saw us playing tag last night, they think that was a mating ritual, in other words in their eyes I proposed to you."
"Damn, well you're good at these things, how to we get out of it?"
"Are you up for a brisk stroll this morning?"
"We're running away aren't we?"
"Uhh...basically yeah."
They were about to run when the wedding party arrived.
"Oh great, now what Doc?"
"I don't know."
"Are you two ready to become one?"
"I guess." The Doctor said nervously.
"Then your carriage awaits."
They were led outside and what awaited them was an open top carriage pulled by large grey birds with horns. The Master as the bride was helped in and the Doctor was left to get in of his own accord.
As they sat there pretending to be relaxed the Master leant into the Doctor.
"Any plans? Because if you've got one now might be the time to use it, I don't want to become Misses Doctor."
"I don't want this anymore than you do. I'll think of something, just go with the flow."
Then the carriage pulled off and the soon to be wed Time Lords were paraded around town before the carriage headed up what must be a sacred mountain. Because there were now monks chanting what seemed like a wedding prayer.