A/N: So, it's time for the party! It's Amy and the Doctor's wedding, school + my exams are over FOREVER, and it's Bianca's birthday! (wizardsinthetardis) Happy birthday! :D
*Gives everyone a party hat*
ENJOY!
The Doctor got the shock of his life when he woke up the following morning. Rolling over, he expected to see Amy lying beside him, only to come face-to-face with a grinning Jack.
"Good morning!" Jack chirped, and the Doctor shrieked.
"What are you doing in my bed?" He yelled. "Get out!"
"Don't talk to me like that, not after what happened between us last night." Jack remarked, and the Doctor's eyes widened in horror.
Somehow, Jack managed to keep a straight face while the Doctor began to freak out. "What…what are you…it was the alcohol, I swear…just…Jack…no…please tell me you're joking!"
Jack couldn't hold it in any longer, and he started laughing hysterically. "I'm kidding!" He chortled, and the Doctor whacked him, not amused in the slightest.
Still laughing, Jack pulled back the duvet and climbed out of the bed. "Time to rise and shine!"
The Doctor desperately reached out for his duvet, but Jack pulled it right off of the bed. "Not a chance. You need to get up monkey boy, it's your wedding today!"
"What?" The Doctor demanded, sitting up and then wincing as the fast movement hurt his hangover headache. "Since when?"
"Since now. So get up and take a shower!" Jack commanded, grabbing the Doctor and hauling him out of the bed. "Actually, take two showers. You reek of alcohol."
"That awful smell is me?" The Doctor asked, sniffing his tweed jacket.
"Afraid so." Rory replied, walking into the room.
"You need to get rid of your hangover as well. Rory, could you get the Doctor some aspirin?"
"No! No aspirin!" The Doctor exclaimed, holding his head as he made his way towards his en-suite bathroom. "I can't take it. I'll cure my hangover another way."
"You have forty minutes to get ready, before we need to start picking up guests!" Jack called, just as the Doctor slammed the bathroom door shut.
"The Doctor, hung over on his wedding day, that's something I never thought would happen." Rory commented, shaking his head in amusement.
"Expect the unexpected when it comes to the Doctor." Jack told him, as they left the room to start getting ready for the wedding.
~I~
After getting changed into their tuxedos, Rory and Jack waited for the Doctor in the console room. Thirty minutes after they left him, he stumbled into the console room, his face white, his hair sticking up in different directions, and his suit wrinkled.
"You look like Death." Jack told him bluntly, eyeing him with distaste. "Still hungover?"
The Doctor scowled at him. "No, actually. I'm just a bit…well…you know."
Rory grinned knowingly. "Nervous?"
The Doctor turned his scowl on him as he walked down the stairs. "No! Nervous? Me? Never!"
Rory and Jack shared a look, before both of them turned to look at the Doctor, their eyebrows raised.
"Okay, I'm nervous!" The Doctor cried, fisting his hands in his hair. "I can't do this!"
Jack reached out to grab his shoulders. "You can! Man up!" He hissed, shaking him. "We need to start picking up the wedding guests and be at the church before Amy wakes up!"
At the mention of Amy, the Doctor's face brightened. "When can I see her?" He asked him eagerly.
"When she's walking down the aisle." Jack told him, releasing him.
"The aisle." The Doctor echoed faintly.
And then his face turned green.
"Get him a bucket!" Rory yelled, helping the Doctor to one of the console room chairs.
"Never mind that! I'll get the mints for his breath!" Jack yelled back, running towards the console room stairs.
~I~
When Amy awoke in the bedroom she used to sleep in before she and the Doctor became a couple, she saw Rory and Hannah standing by the doorway, watching her.
"Good morning creeps." She said teasingly, sitting up.
Rory laughed and stepped forward to kiss her cheek. "Good morning to you too, Mrs Doctor."
"Ready to get married?" Hannah asked her, smiling.
Amy hand flew to her stomach, where she began to feel butterflies. "I'm not sure, ask me that question when I have my dress on. Where's the Doctor?"
"He's with Jack and the wedding guests in the Church." Rory told her, offering her his hand to help her out of bed.
"And I assume you're here to stop me from going to see him." Amy guessed, taking his hand and allowing him to pull her to her feet.
"You assume correctly." Rory said, grinning.
"But Rory's not staying in here, because you need to get ready!" Hannah added.
Amy then began to panic. "Oh god! I don't even know what I'm doing with my hair, or make-up!" She exclaimed, rushing to the mirror to examine her bed-hair.
"Don't worry, I'm going to help you." Hannah said soothingly, approaching her and putting her arm around her. She felt Amy relax, and she shot her husband a look. "Go!" She mouthed, and Rory nodded, before leaving the room.
"Please tell me you know how to fix this." Amy sighed, pointing at her tangled hair.
Hannah laughed as she guided her over to the chair at the dressing table. "Don't worry. After the aliens we fought on my honeymoon, I think I can tackle a bad case of bed hair!"
~I~
Amy didn't know what she would have done without her maid of honour. When she looked in the mirror one hour later, she felt overwhelmed. Hannah had given her minimal make-up that cleverly accentuated her hazel eyes and porcelain skin. Her auburn hair was softly curled, and it tumbled down the expanse of her back.
Hannah came up behind her, and smiled at her friend's reflection. "The Doctor is going to die when he sees you." She said sincerely.
"I hope not." Amy commented, grinning. "I don't want him to regenerate. That would put a downer on the honeymoon, having to sleep with a different man."
Hannah shuddered. "That would just be weird. Especially if he regenerated into a sixty year old."
"Okay, gross!" Amy exclaimed, jostling her friend. "Stop trying to put me off marrying my man!"
Laughing, the two friends turned away from the mirror and began to walk towards the console room, where Rory was waiting for them.
When Rory saw Amy standing at the top of the console stairs, his eyes widened in awe. "Wow Amy, you scrub up well." He joked, and Amy laughed. "Seriously though, you look beautiful."
"It's all thanks to your wonderful wife." Amy told him, descending down the staircase. "I would have been lost without her."
"I say that everyday about her." Rory said lovingly, beaming as his wife stopped beside him.
Hannah smiled back at him, and Rory leaned down to kiss her.
Amy raised her eyebrows, and then coughed politely. "Um, guys? Not to break up your soppy moment, but it's kind of my wedding day."
Laughing, they broke apart, and Rory held his arm out for her. "Sorry Amy." He said sheepishly. "Ready to go?"
Taking a deep breath, she looped her arm through his. "I think so." She replied, holding her free arm out for Hannah to take. "Let's go and see what Church the Doctor chose for the venue!"
Rory and Hannah smiled at each other, knowing exactly where they were, and expectantly waited for Amy's reaction.
When they all stepped out of the TARDIS, they weren't disappointed. The moment Amy saw where they were; she clapped her hands over her mouth. "Oh my God." She whispered, her eyes brimming with tears.
The Doctor had never made a more perfect decision. He'd chosen to get married at the same Church where Amy's Aunt Sharon had been married: the small white chapel with the crystalline lake, situated a couple of miles away from Leadworth.
"No, don't smudge your make-up!" Hannah cried, fanning Amy's face with her hands.
Amy began to blink hastily, trying to stop her tears from falling. "I'm sorry." She whispered, her voice choked. "I'm just so touched."
"It's like Sharon's here with us." Rory commented softly, and Amy nodded.
"It's perfect." She breathed, turning her gaze to the clear blue sky. "Everything's perfect. You know what? I'm not even nervous anymore."
Rory smiled in relief. "I'm glad to hear that. You should have seen what the Doctor was like. I thought you'd be like him!"
"Why? What happened? Is he okay?" Amy asked him frantically.
"Don't worry, he's fine." Rory replied quickly, assuring her instantly. "Well, if running laps around the church is fine, then sure, he's great."
Amy's eyebrows rose. "Running laps?"
"That's nothing. He also managed to tear his tuxedo, and he nearly pushed Sarah Jane into the lake." Rory added, smiling at the memory.
"He what?"
"He tripped over his shoelace and grabbed her for support. Thank God Jack was there to save them."
Hannah and Amy both looked at each other, and laughed. "You know, I can't imagine the Doctor being nervous." Amy admitted to them. "He's always so confident."
"I think he's scared that you're going to back out." Rory confessed.
Amy frowned in confusion. "Why would I do that?"
"Jack told me that the Doctor doesn't believe in a happy ending, because ever since he tried to find one, something spoilt it." Rory told her quietly.
"He's going to get his happy ending." Amy said firmly, straightening her veil and squaring her shoulders. "Let's go and marry my man!"
Rory nodded at Hannah, who hugged them both before stepping into the church. Moments later, the wedding march began, and Amy's grip tightened on Rory's arm.
"Not too late to back out now." He said teasingly.
"Oh just shut up and open those doors." She replied, grinning back at him.
Chuckling, Rory pushed the church doors open, and Amy was instantly overwhelmed by the sea of faces gazing at her. There were so many familiar people, like Winston Churchill, Jeff, and Vincent Van Gogh, but unfamiliar too. She knew who they were though, because she'd seen most of them in the Doctor's mind, like Martha and Mickey, who were beaming at her.
Nonetheless, they were all people that her and the Doctor loved.
And then her eyes fell on Tom Cruise, who waved at her. Amy's eyes widened, and she gave a start, much to the amusement of her guests.
One laugh stood out from the others though. The Doctor's.
Slowly, she turned her gaze to the front of the church, saving the most important face till last. When her eyes met the Doctor's, she was awed by the intensity of his expression. His timeless eyes were burning with fervour, and once he met her gaze, he broke into a breathtaking smile of exultation.
Amy's smile mirrored his, and suddenly she found herself walking faster, no longer walking in time with the wedding march. The Doctor laughed again, not surprised that she'd broken tradition; after all, this was Amy Pond.
Finally, she was standing beside him, and Rory placed her hand in the Doctor's, before backing away to stand beside him.
"You look magnificent." The Doctor whispered, leaning in to rest his forehead against hers. He ached to do more, but knew he couldn't.
Amy smiled at him, and reached up to cup his face with her hands. "I was about to say the same."
Grinning, the Doctor leaned back and turned his head to face Jack, who was standing at the podium in front of them.
"Well, I know I'm supposed to start this thing off with 'in the presence of God, Father, Son and Holy Spirit,' but that sounds rubbish, so I'm going to change things slightly." Jack began, rubbing his hands together briskly.
The Doctor met Amy's gaze, and he rolled his eyes. Amy tried to stifle her laughter, but failed.
"So, in the presence of a celebrity, old friends, and 'the nose'—" Jack turned to look at Rory pointedly, who laughed despite the insult— "We have come together to witness the marriage of Amelia Jessica Pond, and…am I really supposed to say the Doctor?"
"Jack, if I told everyone here my real name, they'd all cry." The Doctor told him quietly, frowning slightly. Amy squeezed his hand, and his frown instantly faded.
"Fine then. Where was I? Ah yes, we have come together to share their joy on this day, and to celebrate their love." Jack continued, straightening his vicar collar.
At that, Amy and the Doctor turned their heads to beam at each other.
"First, I suppose I've got to ask this. If there is anyone here who knows a reason for why these two can't get married, say it now. Though if you do, I'll kick your backside." Jack said threateningly, pointing at Sarah Jane, and then at Jeff, much to everyone's amusement.
No one spoke up, and Amy smiled in relief. But then she caught Vincent's gaze, and she was stunned to see that he looked worried.
When Vincent saw her looking at him, his face brightened and he smiled warmly at her.
"Thank Christ for that. Excuse the pun." Jack commented, and the guests laughed. "So, are you two ready for this?"
"Duh." Amy remarked, turning away from Vincent and gesturing to her dress.
"Just get on with it." The Doctor said fondly, grinning at his friend.
"Right then. Doctor, will you take Amelia Jessica Pond to be your wife?" Jack asked them, as Amy and the Doctor turned to face each other. "Will you love her, comfort her, honour and protect her,
and, forsaking all others, be faithful to her as long as you both shall live?"
The Doctor took both of Amy's hands, and brought one of them up to his lips. "I will." He murmured, before planting a soft kiss on the back of her hand.
"Amelia Jessica Pond, will you take the Doctor to be your husband? Will you love him, comfort him, honour and protect him, and, forsaking all others, be faithful to him as long as you both shall live?"
"I will." She whispered proudly, beaming.
"Now you lot, as their friends and family, will you support them and uphold them in their marriage, for year to come?" Jack asked their wedding guests, looking at them expectantly.
"We will." Everyone said, and Jack nodded.
"Okay, good. Now we've got all of the boring stuff out of the way, show me the rings." He snapped his fingers, and Rory took the Doctor's wedding ring for Amy out of his pocket. "Please tell me you two have vows because I can't remember what I'm supposed to say. "
Chuckling, the Doctor took the ring from Rory and turned to face Amy again. "Amelia Jessica Pond. A fairytale name." He began, smiling softly. "Sometimes my life feels too good to be true. How did I find you? How did I deserve to find you?"
Amy shook her head in disagreement, but couldn't stop herself from blushing.
"I thought the rest of my life would be bleak." The Doctor admitted, bowing his head. "But, then I found you." He looked up, and met her gaze, beaming. "You've filled my endless days with light, and you've made me feel hope, for the first time in a long time. I love you Amy Pond, I love you so much. This I vow today." He finished his vows by slipping the wedding ring onto her finger.
Amy had tears in her eyes, and one fell as the Doctor slid the ring onto her finger. Smiling, the Doctor reached up and tenderly wiped it away.
"Your turn Amy." Jack reminded her softly.
Amy took a deep breath, and met the Doctor's fervent gaze. "You say that my name is a fairytale, but I think our life is a fairytale. I was a seven year old girl when my handsome prince fell out of the sky in a blue box, and I spent my whole life waiting for him to come back."
The Doctor winced at that, knowing that he'd failed her, and Amy placed her hand on his cheek, soothing him. "And you did. The life we've built together…it is a fairytale. I'm marrying my handsome prince. You're the one person in my life who gave me hope, gave me comfort, and I will love you, until the end of time. This I vow today." She turned to Hannah to take the Doctor's wedding ring, and slipped it onto his finger.
As Amy and the Doctor beamed at each other, Jack had to mop tears from his eyes. "That was beautiful!" He exclaimed, his voice choked with emotion. "I'm so happy and proud to announce you both as husband and wife!"
They'd done it. They were married. Amelia Jessica Pond was finally married to her Raggedy Doctor.
"Kiss your bride Doctor!" Jack commanded, grinning.
The Doctor lifted his hands to cradle his wife's face gently, and he leaned forward. The moment their lips touched, their friends exploded into cheers and applause, but they didn't break apart. Amy slid her arms around his neck, pressing their bodies together, and they heard Jack cough loudly.
"Save it for the honeymoon guys!" He laughed, stepping forward to separate them.
The moment they were apart, their guests surrounded them, cheering and yelling their congratulations. In the crowds of people, the Doctor's hand managed to find Amy's, and they held onto each other as their friends smothered them.
~I~
Once they'd talked to everyone, Jack led them outside of the Church, where tables and chairs had been set up beside the lake, underneath a gazebo. There was even a makeshift dance floor, and Amy beamed as she saw how romantic the reception looked, with the twinkling fairy lights and the sunset, that lit up the lake.
The Doctor however wasn't very happy, because he'd just seen the state of his TARDIS, which was covered in wedding banners and balloons. There were even tin cans hanging off of it, with the words 'Just Married' spray painted on them. "Oh dear." He sighed, surveying the monstrosity. "Jack, what did you do to my poor ship?"
"I pimped it." He replied, guiding them towards the table at the top. "Don't you like it?"
"No." The Doctor said flatly.
"I like it." Amy spoke up, shrugging. "It's like the TARDIS got to dress up too."
The Doctor laughed, and the two sat down at the table. Jack sat down beside the Doctor, and Rory and Hannah sat beside Amy, giving her the central seat at the table.
"Before we eat, I've got a speech." Jack told the four of them, rising to his feet.
Groaning, the Doctor rested his head on the table, and Amy rubbed his back soothingly. "Don't worry, it's only Jack. What's the worst he could say?" She whispered to him.
The Doctor lifted his head to look at her incredulously.
And then Amy remembered who was talking. "Oh. Okay then, don't listen to me. Worry."
"Can I have everyone's attention please?" Jack bellowed over the noise of the wedding guests, and everyone fell silent. "Thank you. I'd just like to say a few words about my two best friends."
"Here we go." The Doctor muttered, and Amy laughed.
"First of all, congratulations you two! Who knew a nine hundred year old alien would marry a twenty-two year old girl? Pervert." Jack began, and the Doctor groaned again.
"I'm kidding…well, only about the pervert part. I never, in all of eternity, thought you'd get married. And I never thought you'd settle down with a companion, of all people."
"Should I be offended by that?" Amy whispered to the Doctor, who laughed.
"Of course not Amy." Jack said, overhearing her. "You're stunning. The Doctor doesn't even deserve you! Again, I'm kidding. When I look at you two, God, I'm jealous. You both radiate happiness. You're glowing with it! Seeing you two gives me hope that one day everyone here will find their soulmate too. I'm lucky because I already have mine." He paused to wave at Alonzo, who was sitting at the table in front of them.
"I wish you both all of the things that I wish for myself." Jack said sincerely, turning to his newlywed friends. "Oh, except for the amazing sex with Alonzo."
Alonzo blushed and sank down in his seat, and Jack laughed. "And before I forget…shotgun godfather!" He yelled, pointing at Amy and the Doctor.
Now it was their turn to get flustered, and Rory muttered, "Damn!", wanting to be godfather to their future children too.
"That's all I've got to say folks, so here's a toast to my best friends!" Jack finished, raising a glass of champagne.
"Here here!" The wedding guests cheered, raising their glasses too. Amy picked up her glass and held it up to the Doctor, before sipping some of the champagne.
"I'd do that to you too, but I'm never touching alcohol again." The Doctor said to her regretfully. "I can mime though, if you want."
Amy shook her head, laughing. "No, I'm good thanks." When she went to place her glass down, she saw a blue envelope sticking out from under the Doctor's plate. She slid it out, and looked at it questioningly. "Looks like you have mail." She muttered, opening the envelope and sliding out the card inside.
The text written on it made her frown.
"What does it say?" The Doctor asked her, taking the card from her.
It was a message from River Song, that read, 'Congratulations sweetie!'
The Doctor crumpled the card and tossed it behind him, before looking nervously at his new wife. "Are you okay?" He asked her, taking her hand and playing with her wedding ring.
Amy's face suddenly brightened, and she smiled at him. "Time can be rewritten." She told him, not allowing herself to feel threatened by River. "I'm wearing the wedding ring, not her."
"Exactly." The Doctor said firmly, lifting her hand and kissing her ring. "And speaking of wedding thingy-ma-bobbies, I have a question for you."
Amy looked at him curiously. "Okay, what?"
"How would you rate the wedding out of ten?" The Doctor asked her, continuing the private joke that had started their whole relationship.
Amy erupted into laughter, having almost forgotten about that long-lasting joke. "Full marks, definitely." She replied earnestly, smiling brightly. "You couldn't have chosen a better location. Thank you so much."
"No, thank you." The Doctor said sincerely, resting his forehead against hers and closing his eyes. "I don't think I've ever felt so happy, being with you." He felt Amy's hands on his face then, and she began to trace the contours of his face softly with her fingertips.
"I love you." She whispered, tilting her head and brushing her lips against his.
The Doctor sighed in contentment, before pressing closer, capturing her lips in a searing, passionate kiss.
And then he remembered where they were. "Later." He murmured, pulling back and straightening his black bow tie.
"Later." Amy agreed quietly, resting her head on his shoulder.
~I~
Once all of the guests had dined, it was time for Amy and the Doctor's first dance as husband and wife. They didn't know what song Jack had chosen, which they were quite worried about. However, they were pleasantly surprised when they stepped onto the dance floor, and a romantic, piano composition began to play.
The Doctor clasped Amy's hand in his, and placed his other hand on the small of her back. Amy twined her arm around his neck, bringing their bodies closer together. Neither of them really heard the music, they were content to just sway back and forth, immersed in each other. The Doctor eventually released her hand to wrap both of his arms around her, drawing her even closer. Both of Amy's arms wound around his neck, and the two shared tender kisses as they rocked gently to the music.
Once the dance was over, their friends applauded and joined them on the dance floor, but Amy and the Doctor didn't acknowledge them.
The only time their moment was broken was when Amy saw Jack and Alonzo sneaking into the gazebo, looking guilty. She'd seen them go off together at the end of the reception, and realised exactly what they'd been up to.
"Come with me." Amy whispered to the Doctor, taking his hand and approaching the two men.
When Jack saw them heading towards him, he gave them a sheepish grin.
"Where the bloody hell have you two been?" Amy demanded, though she already knew the answer.
"We went to christen the wedding reception. It's tradition!" Jack commented, winking at her.
The Doctor slapped his hand to his forehead, shaking his head in disbelief. "Isn't the vicar supposed to be holy?"
"Not this vicar." Jack replied, adjusting his collar.
A grin began to spread across Amy's face. "Fine. Just remember that the favour will be repaid at your wedding."
The Doctor, who had chosen that moment to take a swig of water, began to choke.
"Fine with me!" Jack said cheerfully, grabbing the Doctor and Alonzo's hands. "Let's go and dance boys!"
The Doctor shot Amy a helpless glance, still coughing, but she just smirked and waved him away. "Have fun you three!" She called.
"Oh, we will!" Jack called back, pulling the two men onto their dance floor.
Laughing, Amy turned her gaze to the buffet table, where she saw Vincent standing by himself, examining the trays of food. She approached him, and tapped him on the shoulder. "Want to dance Vince?" She asked him, holding out her hands for him to take.
"What about the Doctor?" He questioned, turning his head to glance at the dance floor.
Amy followed his gaze, and laughed when she saw the Doctor explaining to Jack and Alonzo how to dance Time Lord style, which meant waving your arms above your head and shimmering to the beat. But to Amy, it looked more like a drunken giraffe dance than a dance suited for Time Lords.
"I'm sure he's going to be keeping them busy for a while." She replied to Vincent, grinning.
Vincent placed his hands in hers, and she led him into the dance floor. "So Vince, having a good time?"
Vincent nodded quickly. "Oh, yes. You know, the Doctor is fortunate to have you."
"I'm the lucky one." Amy corrected him, clasping his hand in hers and beginning to sway in time with music. "He could have anyone in the Universe, but he chose me."
"With good reason." Vincent said sincerely, and Amy smiled.
"You're a sweet man, you know that?"
"Thank you Amy." He replied, squeezing her hand. "You look so beautiful. Happiness becomes you." And then his smile faded abruptly, and he froze.
Amy stopped swaying too, and gazed at him worriedly. "Vincent? Are you alright?"
"Amy," He began, looking worried. "You're going to have a happy future…but…I see troubling times ahead."
Amy felt her whole body freeze. "What do you mean?" She whispered.
"It's too dark…I cannot see. But…just…be careful. Okay?"
"Okay." She replied quietly, trying to conceal her anxiety.
The Doctor then chose that moment to pop up beside them. "Hello you two! Having fun?"
Amy plastered a false smile on her face, not wanting the Doctor to know what had just occurred.
"Much fun, but I assume you'll be wanting your bride back?" Vincent said, releasing Amy.
"Yes please!" The Doctor laughed, taking Amy's hand and twirling her onto the dance floor.
As soon as Vincent was out of earshot, the Doctor pulled Amy closer to him. "What did he say to you Pond?" He asked her quietly. "You looked worried."
Amy didn't want to trouble the Doctor too, so she shrugged. "Nothing much, he was just being…well…Vincent. And it's not Pond anymore."
Just like she'd hoped, the Doctor was distracted by the change to her last name. "Course it is. I'm Doctor Pond." He told her proudly, beaming.
"How many times do I have to tell you?" Amy sighed, rolling her eyes good-naturedly. "It doesn't work like that."
"Oh well, we'll make it work like that." The Doctor replied firmly, still grinning. "Your surname's too magnificent to give up."
As he began to twirl her around, Amy pushed the conversation with Vincent to the back of her mind, refusing to let her worry ruin the remainder of her wedding day.
~I~
After a whole evening filled with dancing, and an hour of Winston Churchill trying to steal Amy and the Doctor's TARDIS keys, it was finally time to call it a night.
Everyone crammed into the TARDIS, and the Doctor set the destination code to Leadworth, choosing to take Rory, Hannah and Jeff home first as they lived the closest to the Church.
Amy joined the Doctor at the console, and slipped her arms around his waist. "Hi." She murmured, resting her head against the crook of his neck.
"Hi." He echoed back, kissing the top of her head. He reached out to pull down the green lever that would transport the TARDIS into the vortex, but he felt Amy's lips on his neck, and he froze.
"Amy…" He whispered, quickly looking at the wedding guests. Fortunately, they were all absorbed in conversation with one another.
Amy began to leave a trail of soft kisses along his jaw. "Can't the TARDIS magic all of them home? I want to start our honeymoon now." She whispered against his skin.
Surrendering, the Doctor captured her lips in a searing kiss, and his hands latched onto her hips, bringing her body closer to his.
"None of that thank you!" Jack exclaimed from beside them, whacking the Doctor. "You can start that after we've left."
"Yeah Doctor, hurry up and get everyone home." Amy added, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "I don't want to get too tired before—"
In a blur of motion, the Doctor pulled the green lever down, landing the TARDIS immediately, much to Amy's delight.
~I~
Exactly twenty minutes and forty-four seconds later, everyone had been dropped home. Amy closed the TARDIS doors after waving off Liz10 and Mandy, and turned to face the Doctor.
He flicked the TARDIS autopilot switch, and then beckoned Amy over with his hand. "Come here." He said softly, and Amy approached him.
Once she was standing beside him, he leaned down and began to whisper in her ear. Amy's eyes filled with tears, and once he'd finished speaking, she pulled back to look at him in awe. "Was that…"
"Yes." The Doctor murmured. "Now you know everything about me."
Beaming, Amy leaned up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his.
*Still wearing a Party Hat*
I'm sure some of you are surprised that they got married 'the normal way'. Trust me, it'll be important later on ;)
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Hayley x
p.s I hope it's obvious what the Doctor told Amy at the end, if you read the beginning of the wedding thoroughly enough :D