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ThePro-LifeCatholic

Prompt #93: Can't Stop Laughing

Characters: Lance, Donna N., 10th Doctor

Shippings: Implied Donna/Lance

Genre: Friendship/Humor/Adventure

Rating: K

It was quite a terrible situation, really.

She had been walking down the aisle…literally. She had been physically lifting up one foot and putting it down, actually, really and truly heading towards the altar of the church. Quite a beautiful, spacious building, too. Light filtered through the multicolored windows, sweet-smelling flowers heaped in bouquets where ever she turned her eye. The buzzing sound of the organ as it blasted notes of some droll wedding march was hardly registered by the ginger bride.

Donna Noble was really and truly getting married.

And then that was when everything had gone wrong. Kidnapped, she'd been. Swiped from the red-carpeted, petal-strewn aisle and planted in a box drifting through space.

Of all the things that could have possibly gone wrong at a wedding, this was the one scenario which no amount of planning, helpful advice, or know-it-all blogs prepared her for.

To make matters worse, her kidnapper wasn't actually a kidnapper, and was an alien. From Mars. OK…not from Mars. A skinny good-for-nothing who didn't know why she was on his ship (and didn't seem to enjoy her presence immensely, for some reason).

As for the ship itself…don't even get her started. Oh, she was gettin' a headache just thinking about it.

So her wedding was destroyed, the reception started without her and ended with exploding Christmas trees and a killer marching band. And then she'd been kidnapped. Again. By robots dressed as Santa (there were reasons why she had despised the holiday before, and now she could add to the growing list of its hateful qualities).

And now she, her almost-husband, and the Martian (not-Martian…Doctor, was it?) were cruising their way around a supposedly-nonexistent floor of H. C. Clements. On Segways.

Oh, yeah; and the Doctor had called her a pencil in a mug. She was pretty certain that it wasn't a compliment.

So, to sum up, it was probably the worst day in Donna's whole drifting, somewhat never-quite-right life. It would've been perfectly acceptable for her to starting crying, or complaining. Even more acceptable would've been for her to drag her husband back off to the church and continue with the ceremony as if nothing wrong had happened.

But the whole situation was so awful, so bizarre, and the stick-of-nothing in pinstripes was so serious, standing there all solid and stoic on his Segway, rolling his way to either certain victory or certain demise, that Donna found it funny.

True, it was a completely inappropriate, twisted sort of humor, but she couldn't stop the laughter that had been growing ever since they had started rolling down the eerily-lit hallway. It finally came out, a shriek of laughter that was followed by another, and another.

Lance glanced at her nervously, probably thinking that his bride-to-be had officially lost it. The Doctor too didn't seem to understand the strange hilarity in the unfolding events. He arched an eyebrow at her. Their confused looks only served as fuel to the fire, and Donna laughed the harder.

Suddenly, to Donna's relief and surprise, the Doctor's solemn expression melted into a grin. And then the grin cracked into a smile. And the smile gave way to a tremendous bark of laughter. His mouth hung wide open, and his whole skinny frame shook with giggles that he must've been trying to force down this whole time.

Their laughter bounced off the walls, rocketing around the metal hallways. If there was some real, capable-of-killing-them-easily danger that lurked somewhere nearby, then they had just given themselves away. Their potential element of surprised had just been ruthlessly murdered.

But at the moment, thoughts like these didn't matter. For the first time in this awful, surreal day, Donna Noble and the Doctor had finally found something worth laughing about.

Just a little insight into Donna's thought process during The Runaway Bride. The Segway scene where she bursts out laughing…that had to be the least convenient time for any of them to start laughing.