I'm glad you all loved the super fluffy wedding! This will be the last chapter in this "book". But, to quote Ood Sigma, "The song may be ending, but the story continues."

BBC owns Doctor Who. Too bad.

BOOK II: A TIMEY WHIMEY WEDDING

CHAPTER 4: TIME LINES RE-ESTABLISHED

Nine and his Rose didn't go to the reception, wanting to leave some things a surprise. Their Jack joined them in the TARDIS, hitching a ride to his proper time line. Though he made himself scarce so that the couple could have some time to themselves. Either that, or the TARDIS trapped him somewhere to ensure their privacy. Whichever one it was, they didn't really care.

"So, I think the future looks very bright!" Rose smiled shyly at her Doctor.

"Do you really?" He asked. "I mean, you've witnessed yourself binding your soul with mine for eternity today. That's no small thing. It's a dangerous thing!"

"How is that dangerous?" She asked, honestly. She couldn't see going through with it if it truly was dangerous. For one, the Doctor would never let her do it!

"I'm a very dangerous man, Rose Tyler."

"Oh, is that all?" She grinned. "You made it sound like I put my life in danger getting bonded to you."

"You did! I am not safe!" He yelled. "You are much better off without me!"

"Doctor," she spoke quietly, attempting a protest.

But the Doctor wouldn't hear of it. "You could die any number of ways, traveling with me. Not to mention, you're human! Even if you stay with me until you're old and gray, you will still die someday! You'll never have the life you want! And it w will be over so soon!" He surprised himself when he started to cry at this.

"And you'll be alone again," Rose understood what he was really saying. This Rose may not have been lectured on the curse of the time lords like her future selves had, but she understood, just the same. The man was 900 years old for crying out loud. If she'd lived to be just 10% of that great age, she'd be doing well. Though there was significant truth to his belief that he was dangerous, what he was really saying was that she was dangerous for him because there would be no way his hearts would not get broken. Quietly, she embraced him, not sure what could be said at such a revelation.

He clung back, tightly, as if he could keep her with him forever by sheer will and strength alone. After awhile, he spoke. "I'm going to have to erase our memory of today," he said, simply. "We know too much about our future. It's incredibly dangerous!"

She nodded in understanding. "Do we have to forget everything? I mean, there are certain elements of today that, well, I don't want to forget," she smiled shyly at him before once again kissing him deeply on the lips.

When they broke away, he grinned at her and said, "I suppose that certain events can be remembered without consequence, but we have to do it now."

Calmly, he reached up and placed his hand on her temple, and with his other hand, he sonicked both of their minds. The Doctor then found Jack and did the same to him.

When the trio woke in the morning, they remembered crashing a wedding, but they couldn't remember the details. Well, most of them, anyway, as the Doctor and Rose smiled wistfully at their shared little secret. As soon as Jack's back was turned, they pulled each other into another kiss. It was fantastic!

Eleven and his Rose did stay for the reception, though they didn't stay long. In truth, the bowtie Doctor's gift was a bit of a paradox. After everything that the bride had gone through to make this day possible, she deserved to know that what she had done worked and that she was still with him in the future. But that was only part of his gift.

The bowtie Doctor turned to the bride. "Rose, do you remember when I first saw you, before I sent you back. Did I tell you how old I am now?"

She didn't. "I am 1200 years old," he said, simply. "And my new sets of memories tell me that you have been by my side from today on."

The groom gasped. "But that's almost 300 years older than me! How?"

The bride was equally dumbfounded. "That'd make you, err me, over 300 years old! I must say, I look darn good for my age! But how?"

"Spoilers!" Future Rose smiled coyly. "But let's just say that I'm gonna be around for a lot longer than you realize!"

"So I propose a toast," Eleven said, raising his glass. "To a very long and happy future!"

"Hear hear!" His wife cheered as they claimed their glasses together.

"And that would be our cue to return to our present," Eleven said, linking and with his wife. "Though, I wouldn't mind a bit of wedding cake for the road."

"Doctor," future Rose scolded, pulling him towards their TARDIS. "We have fun keeping this one in line sometimes!" She teased her past self before they boarded their ship and dematerialized.

The wedding cake was banana flavored and covered with edible ball bearings, which the Doctor and Rose fed each other gently. Rose thought about smashing it all over his face, but she knew he'd retaliate, and it wouldn't just be with a piece of cake, either. She laughed at the image of their reception turning into an all out food fight and shivered at the image of her mother's glare. So, she just very gently slid a morsel of cake into her husband's mouth.

Her husband. The Doctor was her husband! The thought both thrilled and terrified her at the same time. He is the Oncoming Storm, the Destroyer of Worlds, the Last of the Time Lords, the Doctor; her husband! Not for the first time, she marveled how the most powerful man in the multi-verse could ever even consider her a friend, much less, this! And the most wonderful thing about it, is he didn't even know just how wonderful he was!

He's like fire and ice and rage. He's like the night, and the storm in the heart of the sun. He's ancient and forever. He burns at the center of time and he can see the turn of the universe. And... he's wonderful. "And... he's mine!" Rose whispered to herself as she rested her head on his chest as he twirled her sound the dance floor. She could get used to this!

The Doctor chuckled to himself as he held her on the dance floor. His new wife didn't know that she was broadcasting her every thought and emotion directly into his head through their newly full bond. He'd have to show her how to control that later. But for now, he was enjoying himself immensely. As an equal trade, he took down all of his mental barriers that separated himself from her and let her feel everything he was thinking and feeling as well. It was very freeing to be so unguarded with his thoughts! He let his joy pour into her as he drank of the joy that simply radiated from her in return. In all his 903 years, he didn't think he had ever been this happy!

But suddenly, without warning, darkness clouded his thoughts.

Rose could feel his sudden change. What's wrong?

I'm afraid a storm is coming.

She tensed at that. The last time he'd sensed a storm coming, they were under attack by Daleks and Cybermen at the same time, and she had ended up trapped in a parallel world, separated from him. They pulled each other close, silently promising each other that they'd get through it, together.

Forever, yeah?

Forever.