*Hello everyone! I'm getting a very odd feeling publishing these chapters, as each one that goes up leaves me with one less to post. There's only three left now, the three part finale with epilogue. It's been a pleasure to write and I'm actually really upset that it's almost over. Keep your eyes out for spin-offs, I will definitely return to this world in some degree, even if it's just to see some of the Doctor and Clara's adventures at various points. I can't really say anything about how it's going to end, except that this chapter is most definitely the calm before the storm. This is a nice, fluffy and somewhat humorous chapter, because after this, it's a mad dash to the finish, with tons of action and emotion. The last chance to smile and breathe before I break some hearts. Enjoy and as ever, thank you so much to everyone who has followed, favourited, reviewed or even just read this story. You guys have been amazing. See you tomorrow TPD*

The Doctor sat back, not doing anything. He made no movement, no attempt of any kind to help, stop or guide Clara. He had promised both her and himself that he would not intervene with this unless their lives depended on it, as it was an important step for both of them. He didn't flinch, moan or whine he just stood motionless like a statue, even resisting the urge to imperceptibly nod, knowing that Clara, being Clara, would pick up on it. And she was magnificent. She remembered everything he'd taught her, reacted quickly and with pure instinct and as the TARDIS came to a slightly bumpy landing, she looked to the Doctor with her big, wide eyes, desperate not necessarily for his approval, but just to know that what she'd done had in fact not almost got them both killed. The Doctor allowed himself a smile and indicated for Clara to take the initiative. She clicked her fingers and the doors crashed open. She stuck her head out. Her father was still sat out in the garden, feet up, reading, just as he had been when they left.

"How long were we gone?" she asked, stepping out of the TARDIS with the Doctor two steps behind, shutting the doors with a huge grin on his face that he hoped Clara couldn't see. She'd done it perfectly.

"Two hours," Dave replied, flicking down his book to nod at them. "How long were you supposed to be gone?"

"Two hours," Clara replied, unable to keep the glee out of her voice. She swivelled to face the Doctor, whose joy reflected her own. "I did it," she said quietly, almost disbelievingly. "I flew her. I actually flew her. Really, actually, flew her. And we didn't crash into Jupiter or anything! We just jumped forwards, two hours into the future, just like I told her to. Doctor," she jumped up and down and hugged him. "I flew the TARDIS!"

"Yes," he replied, kissing her passionately. "You most certainly did. My impossible girl. You flew the TARDIS! I am so proud."

Clara squealed with delight and patted the outside of the TARDIS affectionately, which earned her a snort of laughter from her father who rolled his eyes and went back to his book. Dave had been pretty shaken up by the incident with Cybermen a few months back, so it was good to see him relaxing again. The summer holidays were on the horizon, they had an August wedding planned and everything was going well. Clara managed to compose herself as they headed inside the house and sat down for breakfast. It was already 10:30, and they had a busy day ahead of them.

"Okay," Clara clarified, glancing up and down the list. "So we're meeting Jack and Jenna respectively so we can ask them to be best man and maid of honour." The Doctor nodded. "That's at 1. Then, we're regrouping at 3 for a meeting with the florist, remember she's coming here this time, I know you, you'll end up at the flower shop…"

"I don't see why I can't secure the flowers," he grumbled, devouring his omelette. "The whole of space and time is our back garden!"

"The florist is one of the best in the business, any possible flower you can want, she can get," Clara told him with an eye roll. "Not everything has to be showy-offy. Okay, then we're meeting the cake designer at 5 and yes, we have to use a cake designer."

"Look, can't I have one of them?" the Doctor tried again. "You've got location, flowers, decorations and cake! And catering! I just want one job where I can take the TARDIS and go so extravagant that nobody will know what hit them!"

"If I give you flowers," Clara informed him reasonably, as she took a mouthful of pancake and swallowed. "You'll poison half the guests with some strange plant toxin. If I give you catering, you'll poison half the guests with some strange food toxin. If I give you location, half our guests will suffocate, can you see where I'm going here?"

"Well what can I do then?" he sulked and Clara bit her lip, thinking. Then, she smiled warmly and rubbed his arm.

"Honeymoon," she whispered and his eyes lit up. All thoughts of cake and flowers were forgotten as his head span a million ways to Sunday. An entire week of the most romantic locations in the universe. He still had five left on his list and he'd been saving them for a special occasion. Well four of them he'd been saving. He suspected that he'd never be able to take Clara to Gallifrey. But if he could, just once…

"So, we've got dinner with the planner at 8 to review the situation so far," Clara finished. "Does all that sound alright to you Doctor? Is there anything you'd like to add?"

"Um yes," he grinned. "At 10, can we go to the lost city of Atlantis?"

"Stop making things up!" Clara scolded. But at the look on his face she wilted, inevitably asking the question that he'd been waiting for her to ask and that she had been dying to ask from the moment he said the word Atlantis. "Is the lost city of Atlantis real?"

"Of course not, don't be stupid."

She hated when he did that. He'd get her hopes up with some sort of ludicrous statement of fact that could never be true. But, because he was the Doctor, and that was what the Doctor did, she'd believe him, allow herself to believe his insanity, only for him to look at her like she was stupid for even suggesting such a silly thing could possibly be true. Then he'd smirk, a smug little grin that he did that indicated that he had one over on her. He was doing the smirk now and Clara glared at him in response as Dave contributed another snort to the conversation.

"So where do you want to go?" Clara sighed, running a hand through her hair exasperatedly.

"I dunno, I'll think of something," the Doctor hadn't wiped the smirk of his face and straightened his bow tie, much to Clara's chagrin. "Something awesome." He winked at her and Clara giggled despite herself. "See, Clara Oswald, you know you can't resist my charm."

Clara rolled her eyes and punched his arm playfully. She took another bite of her pancake and snorted it out as he pulled a funny face at her. Another smug grin enveloped his face and Clara took a spoonful of golden syrup and flicked it at his face. He ducked and looked very proud of himself, even as the next spoon collided with his overly extravagant chin. He frowned, half-confused, half-annoyed and before he could react, Clara had tipped a cup of sugar over his head. She legged it and was almost at the bedroom door when he soniced it shut, blocking her escape. She whipped her own out and unlocked it, the Doctor cursing as she slipped into the bedroom and went to shut the door. It burst open and the Doctor had her pinned on the bed, laughing like a madman. He whipped a pot of Nutella, Clara's most hated of all spreadable foods out of his pocket and Clara squealed as he emptied the contents over her face. He grinned smugly and let her go as she glared at him. He couldn't see the glare through the thick layer of goo on her face but she knew he'd know that she was. He chuckled and headed into the shower to clean up. Clara frowned. He wanted her to join him. Well tough luck Mister, she thought, and she went into the main bathroom, wondering exactly how long it would take the Doctor to realise he wouldn't be getting her in the shower alongside him. She allowed herself a smug grin at the thought as she slipped underneath the warm water.

"So Doctor," Jack goaded as they ordered and the waiter wondered off. "I take it that this isn't just a social call?" He shook his head. "So, what can I do for you? Guns? Do you need a marksman for some sort of top secret mission? Or is it a different kind of top secret mission, as in the kind that would involve surprising the soon to be Mrs Doctor?"

"Neither," the Doctor chuckled. "Unless you have some sort of secret mission you'd like to suggest because otherwise my day is dealing with annoyingly banal humans who are paid to do things that I'd much rather do myself in the TARDIS. Like collect flowers, or make cakes or plan our wedding! And they all look at me like I'm completely insane whenever I suggest anything. I mean, who doesn't love a four-dimensional cake? Seriously?"

"I love 4D cake," Jack admitted. "But it's not really something that they have on Earth yet…"

"Exactly!" The Doctor threw his hands in the air exasperatedly. "I could get 4D cake, but Clara's all like: 'Nooo, you'll poison my family' or 'Nooo, people will get suspicious'. It's almost as if she knows that letting me a plan a wedding is the most insane idea in the universe. But even if it is, I should still be allowed a say right?"

Jack rolled his eyes. He put his hand on the Doctor's arm to reassure him and the Doctor flinched from the touch, eyeing Jack suspiciously as if expecting some sort of super-intense flirt. "Clara is letting you have a say Doctor," Jack told him. "But this is Earth and this is her wedding. Don't get me wrong, she wants it to be perfect and she wants you involved, but she also wants to not have to deal with aliens or U.N.I.T or her entire family having food poisoning. I'm guessing that when after the wedding, she'll go anywhere in the universe with you and that she'll eat the finest cake you give her, accept the finest flowers. But just let her put on a show for her family and friends, the people who don't know the real you and then the two of you can go and do your thing. I know it's not ideal but you don't want everyone finding out who you are, you'll never be able to escape it. So, why did you ask me here, other than to bitch about your wife to be?"

"That's your job isn't it?" he chuckled. "I mean, I'm making you my Best Man, so you have to kind of listen to me when I'm annoyed and then explain to me how to fix it. Also, she's human. You understand them better than I do. Well, their moods anyway. I'm pretty sure I have their biology, capability and history down better than you do." Jack rolled his eyes.

"Well of course I'll be your best man," he grinned. "If only because that means I get to rig you up with an absolutely bitching stag night!" The Doctor looked as though someone had just explained to him the ins and outs of alien reproduction. "Oh relax, it'll be fun. Mickey Mouse can come if he likes." This at least raised a smile from the Doctor. "So it's settled then, Clara will be having a hen night as well remember."

Clara's hen night was turning out to be a memorable affair. Jenna had organised the whole thing, with the help of Billie and all the girls were having a wild time. Cocktails at a gay strip club, with plenty of male action around her, but Clara couldn't help think they were all a bit too…confident. None of them were even remotely awkward and the most turned on she felt all night was when one of them slipped over and she imagined the Doctor stumbling and bumbling. She'd hoped that at least one of them would be wearing a bow tie, but alas.

"Oh. My. God!" Billie was yelling. "Clara, you have to come and see this, it's all over the news."

"What?" Clara staggered drunkenly over to where the girls were staring at the television. She thought it was odd that with so many half-naked men around, they were focusing on the news but so was everyone else apparently. She glanced at the screen and could make out her name. Ah, the Doctor had engraved her name somewhere stupid.

"That's me?" she groaned. "Clara Oswald. Oh for goodness sake, people need to relax. Where has the idiot engraved it this time?" People were looking at her in shock. Billie's jaw had hit the floor and Jenna looked like her eyes were going to pop out of their heads. "Guys, come on, he's on his stag do," she laughed. "I'll get him to clean it up in the morning, I promise."

"Clara," Karen interjected weakly. "That's on the surface on the Moon…"

"WHAT?!" Clara exploded, stumbling slightly as she reached the bar. "Oh for fuck's sake! Someone get me a shot. This is what happens when you hand the entirety of time and space over to a love struck idiot who can't handle more than two bottles of tequila! I bet he thinks this is so funny. Well he's not going to like it when I get my hands on that TARDIS of his. Let's see how he likes his chin being splashed across the pyramids! What are you all looking at?!" she yelled.

"You think the Doctor did this?" Billie said slowly. "Your Doctor…"

"Yes," Clara snapped as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Of course he did, why, who else do you think would do it. Do you know anyone else who has a spaceship and is love with Clara Oswald?"

"Clara, you think your fiancé has a spaceship?" Catherine snorted. "Someone's a lot drunker than we thought. Besides, what on earth makes you think it's your name? It's just a bunch of squiggly circles."

"Ohhhh," Clara grinned and clasped a hand on each of Karen and Jenna's shoulders. "It's Gallifreyan, he wrote it in Gallifreyan. Awww, that's so sweet of him," she cooed.

"You think your fiancé has a spaceship and wrote your name on the Moon in a made up language?" Billie clarified and all the girls exchanged a look. "No more rum for you."

Clara wanted to protest but then she realised exactly how crazy she'd been sounding and exactly how stupid she'd been. Alcohol was clouding her judgement. She shrugged and ordered another round of shots, downing hers and lurching, trying hard not to vomit. "Oh shut up," Clara grimaced. "It's my hen night."

There was a wheezing sound in the background that Clara recognised all too well and the doors to the club crashed open. The Doctor stumbled in, Jack and Mickey in tow. He looked very smug, which she guessed had something to do with the fact that her name was sprawled on the Moon in a language that only the two of them could understand. No wonder her friends thought she was hammered. He clasped his arms around Clara and she jumped into him, snogging him senseless as Jack and Mickey went up to the bar, the latter stumbling.

"Ladies," Jack put on his best smile and they melted. "I believe we've met before. Captain Jack Harkness. This is my friend Mickey the Idiot. He's had a little too much to drink. Can't handle his alcohol as well as the big dogs." At this point, the Doctor slipped and fell, taking Clara with him and they both lay on the floor, unable to stop laughing. "Big dog," Jack clarified. "Ah, I see we made the news. Mickey," he glared. "I told you that you got the last symbol slightly off. It probably says Clara Oswalp."

"No!" Clara called from the floor. "It says Oswald, you got it just fine Mickster." Mickey shot Jack a smug look as Jack ordered three shots of whiskey and three shots of tequila. "You!" she pointed accusingly at the Doctor as he picked her up. "You promised no more drinking and TARDISing!"

"Did I?" he looked smug. "It must've slipped my mind. I tend to forget things after a few hundred years or a few hundred glasses of…what was it Jack?"

"Fairy juice!" Jack informed him, winking at the disbelieving girls. "Google it," he added.

"You're all completely mad," Karen chuckled.

"Definitely," Jack replied. "It makes life more fun." The shots arrived and Jack downed all six, ignoring Mickey's dismayed look. "Now then, which of you lovely ladies is single? Seeing as this doofus went and got married," he pointed irritatedly at Mickey. "I'm going to have to settle for a girl tonight. You look feisty," he winked at Jenna, who showed him her engagement ring, twisting it and biting her lip in restraint.

"Stop it!" the Doctor stumbled over, Clara in tow. "Ignore him ladies, he's from a place that's a little more…sexually free than us."

"America?" Catherine interjected with a raised eyebrow.

"No!" said both Clara and the Doctor as Jack said: "Yes."

"Would you please take those two home?" Jenna asked him with a chuckle. "They're both so hammered that they're delusional. They think the writing on the Moon was his handiwork. And that it says her name."

"Now why on Earth would they think that?" Jack asked, shooting a look at Mickey who snorted into the beer he had ordered. "Don't worry ladies, I'll remove them from your presence. The great and bold Captain Jack will happily sacrifice his own happiness to defend the honour of the happy couple."

"More like the dignity of the happy couple," Billie snorted, pointing to where the Doctor and Clara had gotten onto the stage and were kissing. "They're about to get it on, on that stripper pole. Actually, on second thoughts, let them do it. This will be the best blackmail material we'll ever get on Clara."

"They obviously missed the topless Zocci video," Jack muttered to Mickey. "And so did you," he added, upon seeing the shock on Mickey's face. "I managed to hijack a copy, I'll send it to you later."

At this point, Clara had thrown the Doctor into a chair and was performing a fairly poor and extremely hilarious strip tease routine on the pole in front of him, failing miserably at the dancing part and just regularly removing bits of clothing. Luckily, they had bought out the place for the night, so the owner didn't care what went on, so nobody made any attempt to stop Clara, until the Doctor stumbled onto the podium and threw her to the floor before climbing on top of her. Clara was down to her underwear at this point and their kisses were animalistic.

"Alright," Jack chuckled. "Enough is enough. I'll see you ladies at the wedding in a few days. One of you gets to be the lucky bridesmaid who hooks up with the Best Man," he winked at them all and it took all the restraint a couple of them had not to throw themselves onto him. Jack pulled the Doctor off Clara, who looked disappointed and dragged them both by the arm out of the bar, throwing them into the TARDIS.

"So!" the Doctor grinned. "Planet of the bow ties?!"

"No Doctor," Jack chuckled. "Home for you two. Mickey and I will take your guest bedrooms, I suspect Martha won't want to be woken by you stinking of booze and sick."

"Why would I stink of sick?" Mickey protested. "I've not been sick!"

Clara took this opportunity to vomit down him. She smiled apologetically and the Doctor roared with laughter before vomiting all over Clara, who looked stunned and livid.

"You're going to pay for that one Doctor," Jack chuckled. "The missus is never going to forgive you for that little blunder."

"I know," he wailed. "I just cleaned her yesterday as well! I'm so sorry dear!"

Everyone shot him a very odd look at him at this and he wondered what all the fuss was about. Then, it clicked.

"Oh, you were talking about Clara," he chuckled and then his face dropped. "I was not talking about Clara. I was talking about the TARDIS. Absolutely definitely talking about the TARDIS. She's going to be furious. As I said, I just cleaned that floor. Clara, apologise to the TARDIS. You were sick on her as well."

"Bite me."

"Looks like you're in the doghouse with your fiancé and your ship Doctor," Jack grinned. "If you fancy breaking up with one of them, I have a vortex manipulator you could use on the sly and a group of Icelandic men waiting in my apartment. Something tells me that they'd warm to you, all of them wear bow ties."

Clara looked like she wanted to kill someone. The Doctor hoped she'd choose Jack, rather than him. It looked like it might be Mickey's lucky day, as he'd be promoted to best man duties. Oh crap, the Doctor thought as she turned to him. It looks like she'd chosen to let Jack live after all.

"Clara, I am the Oncoming Storm!" the Doctor protested and then he vomited on her again.

"The Oncoming Storm can sleep on the sofa tonight," Clara informed him as they landed and she stormed out the TARDIS, tripping at least three times on her way to the door. "And he can clean up his own damn ship." She slammed the TARDIS door behind her and the Doctor went over to the console.

"Shhh," he cooed. "It's alright dear, she didn't mean it. She doesn't want to slam your doors. I'll clean you up and you'll be right as rain I promise."

"Do you sometimes wonder how Clara puts up with him?" Mickey asked, raising an eyebrow.