TEAGANNE

He took off his now soaking, salty coat and draped it around a coral pillar. I stepped back and watched as he started to reprogram to coordinates. I bright light suddenly flashed just out of my line of sight.

"What?" the Doctor squeeked.

"Who are you!" I looked up to see a Redhead across the TARDIS, wearing a wedding dress.

"But," I stuttered.

"Where am I?" She asked.

"What?" the Doctor said again.

"What the hell is this place?" She screamed.

"What? You can't do that! I wasn't..."

"We're in flight!"

"That is, that is physically impossible! How did-"

"Tell me where I am." the feisty bride urged. "I demand you tell me right now; where am I?"

"Inside the TARDIS." The Doctor growled.

"The what?"

"The TARDIS," he repeated.

"The what?"

"THE TARDIS!" I hollered, finally losing it.

"The what?" she asked for the third time.

"It's called, THE TARDIS!" I huffed at her.

"That's not even a proper word. You're just saying things.

"How did you get in here?" the Doctor asked her.

"Well, obviously, when you kidnapped me. Who was it? Who's paying you?" she screamed, acting as though we had planned all this. "Is it Nerys? Oh my God, she's finally got me back. This has got Nerys written all over it."

"Who the hell is Nerys?" I asked, what kind of a name is Narys!

"Your best friend!"

"Hold on, wait a minute. What are you dressed like that for?"

Oh boy...

"I'm going ten pin bowling." she said, absolutely dripping with sarcasm.

"Why do you think, dumbo?" I hollered at the Doctor, not the nicest thing I could have done - considering he just spoke to Rose for the last time - but he was being a bit dull.

"I was halfway up the aisle! I've been waiting all my life for this. I was just seconds away, and then you, I don't know, you drugged me or something!"

"I haven't done anything!"

"I'm having the police on you! Me and my husband, as soon as he is my husband, we're going to sue the living backside off you!" With that, she ran down to the doors.

"No, wait a minute. Wait a minute."

"Don't!" I cautioned her.

We were too late, the bride opened the doors and was greeted by the sun that we had just burnt up for Rose.

"You're in space," the Doctor told her. "Outer space."

"This is a spaceship," I added. "It's called the TARDIS."

"How am I breathing?"

I smiled, remembering my first look at space when I had asked the same thing. "The TARDIS is protecting us."

"Who are you two?"

"I'm the Doctor, this is Teaganne. You?"

"Donna."

"Human?"
I swatted at his side, what kind of a question was that! Of course she's human!

"Yeah. Is that optional?" she turned to me, "Are you aliens?"

"I'm not, I'm from Earth. He is, though."

"You're alien." she looked at the Doctor.

"Yeah."

"It's freezing with these doors open." I leaned over and shut the doors.

"I don't understand," the Doctor began. "And I understand everything. This this can't happen! There is no way a human being can lock itself onto the Tardis and transport itself inside. It must be..."

He pulled out a strange device from a belt hanging off the rim of the console, and looked at Donna with it. "Impossible. Some sort of subatomic connection? Something in the temporal field? Maybe something pulling you into alignment with the Chronon shell. Maybe something macro mining your DNA within the interior matrix. Maybe a genetic-"

Donna cut him off, slapping him and causing a fit of laughter to emit from my mouth.

"What was that for?"

"GET ME TO THE CHURCH!" she demanded.

"Right! Fine! I don't want you here anyway!"

I stepped in, ignoring the Doctor's rude remark. "Where is this wedding?"

"Saint Mary's, Hayden Road, Chiswick, London, England, Earth, the Solar System. " she recited, annoyance dripping off every word.

Donna looked over to the railing, to the coat I had noticed before, but decided not to say anything about because I thought I already knew the answer.

"I knew it, acting all innocent. I'm not the first, am I?" she grabbed a hold of my elbows. "Did he get you too! How many women have you abducted?"

The Doctor payed no attention to anything she had just said, his eyes were only focussed on the jacket. "That's my friends."

"Where is she, then? Popped out for a space walk?"

"She's gone." he said hoarsely, as I wrenched my arms out of her grasp.

"Gone where?"

"He lost her..." I whispered and placed a comforting hand on the Doctor's shoulder.

"Well, you can hurry up and lose me!" she shot back "How do you mean, lost?"

I grabbed Rose's jacket from Donna's hands and threw it down the corridor.

"Right, Chiswick."

The Doctor landed the TARDIS and Donna ran out, unnoticed by the Doctor.

"I said, Saint Mary's. What sort of Martian are you? Where's this?"

"Something's wrong with her." the Doctor mumbled to me. "The Tardis, it's like she's recalibrating! She's digesting..."

"What is it?" I asked him.

He held a hand up to the TARDIS pillar. "What have you eaten? What's wrong?"

"Donna?" I asked.

"You've really got to think. Is there anything that might've caused this?" he asked, still paying full attention the the TARDIS. "Anything you might've done? Any sort of alien contacts? I can't let you go wandering off. What if you're dangerous. I mean, have you, have you seen lights in the sky, or did you touch something like something, something different, something strange? Or something made out of a, box of metal or. Who're you getting married to? Are you sure he's human? He's not a bit overweight with a zip around his forehead, is he?"

I stopped him and ran out, realising that Donna hadn't come back in yet. "Donna!"

She stood outside the TARDIS, in shock and awe, at the 'bigger on the inside' part not shown on the police box.

"Donna." The Doctor finally came out of the TARDIS.

"Leave me alone. I just want to get married."

"Come back to the Tardis." I pleaded.

"No way. That box is too weird."

"It's bigger on the inside, that's all." he explained.

"Oh! That's all?" she looked at her watch. "Ten past three. I'm going to miss it."

"You can phone them. Tell them where you are." I suggested.

"How do I do that?"

"Haven't you got a mobile?"

"She's in her wedding dress! It doesn't have pockets!"

"Who has pockets? Have you ever seen a bride with pockets? When I went to my fitting at Chez Alison, the one thing I forgot to say is give me pockets!"

"This man you're marrying. What's his name?" the Doctor asked.

Donna replied in a dreamy voice, "Lance..."

"Good luck, Lance." I gave the Doctor a swift flick to the temple.

"Oi! No stupid Martian is going to stop me from getting married. To hell with the both of you!" and with that, she started to run away.

"I'm, I'm not, I'm not, I'm not from Mars..."

I gave out a long, exasperated sigh, "Come on."

TEAGANNE

"Taxi!" Donna ran down the busy street, trying to hail a cab. The Doctor and I joined her, but the taxi ignored us.

"Why's his light on?" Donna wondered.

I spotted another cab. "There's another one!" I ran to try and catch it.

"Taxi!" Donna called again. Her and the Doctor stumbled onto the road in their effort to gain the attention of the driver, but again it drove right past.

"Oi!"

"There's one!" The Doctor ran, waving to get somebody's attention. Again, it ignored us.

"Oi!" Donna squeaked again.

"Do you have this effect on everyone?" The Doctor asked, rudely. That seems to be a common factor in his behavior...

"Why aren't they stopping?" I asked.

"They think I'm in fancy dress." She looked down at her wedding dress, a white smudge to the colourful street.

Another taxi drove past, the horn hollering. "Stay off the scotch darlin'!"

"They think you're drunk..." I was baffled, is it that uncommon for a woman to be out for a taxi in her wedding gown?

Two guys in a passing car also called out. "You're fooling no-one, mate!"

"They think i'm in drag!"

I looked Donna up and down.

"Hold on, hold on." The Doctor raised his fingers to his lips and let out a tremendously loud whistle, causing Donna and I to cover our ears. Finally, a cab came to our rescue.

"Oh my giddy aunt you can whistle." I mumbled to the Doctor as we piled into the cab.

"Saint Mary's in Chiswick, just off Hayden Road. It's an emergency, I'm getting married! Just... hurry up!"

"You know it'll cost you, sweetheart? Double rates today." the taxi driver told her.

"Oh, my God!" she turned to us. "Have you got any money?"

"Um... no. And you?" The Doctor said. Ugh, wont he ever learn!

she gestured to her wedding dress. "Pockets!"

The taxi screeched to a halt and they hopped out, Donna shouting curses at the driver.

"And that goes double for your mother!" The taxi drove off, leaving us stranded once again.

"I'll have him. I've got his number. I'll have him." Donna said. "Talk about the Christmas Spirit."

Christmas!

"Is it Christmas?" I asked bewildered.

"Well, duh." She mocked. "Maybe not on Mars, but here it's Christmas Eve!"

She tuned to the Doctor. "Have you got a phone?"

Distracted he asked, "How come you're getting married on Christmas Eve?"

"Can't bear it. I hate Christmas. Honeymoon in Morocco. Sunshine - lovely." she went back to her original question. "Phone?"

She turned to me, "Anyone?"

"Ahh..." I stuttered. "Well..."

"What? You're not like, from the future are you?"

I made I noise at the base of my throat. This is going to be fun. "Yeah... I am."

"What!?" She wailed. "What year?"

"2018." I told her. "It'll be useless now."

I pulled out my shiny gold iPhone 9.

The Doctor stared at it, before taking it out of my hands and sonicing it.

"What did you do?" Donna asked.

"Something- Martian." He mumbled. "Now, phone. I'll get money!"

He sprinted to the nearest cash machine. The man currently using it in front of him was being aggravatingly slow. I watched the Doctor hop from foot to foot impatiently.

On my side of the street, Donna was having troubles contacting her family.

"Ohh, answer the phone!"

She finally seemed to reach a voicemail.

"Mum, get off the phone and listen. I'm in—" she looked around. "Oh, my God- I dunno where I am! It's... it's a street. And there's WH Smith... but it's definitely Earth."

I looked back around and saw the Doctor still waiting to use the cash machine, growing more agitated by the second. Finally the man in front of him left. The Doctor darted forwards, casting a furtive look about him before using his sonic screwdriver to retrieve cash from the machine. Donna gave me my phone, out of breath. She then approached a woman at random on the street.

"Excuse me... I'm begging you." I heard her say. "I'm getting married, I really am and I'm late and I just need to borrow a tenner and I'll pay you back I promise and it's Christmas."

I tried to find the Doctor again. I found him taking the cash from the machine, but his eyes were drawn to a row of masked Santa's playing trumpets a short distance away. He watched them, a similar look to when he thought of Rose before, but suspicious.

I lurched around at the sound of Donna's voice. "Taxi!"

A taxi pulled up beside her - she conversed with the driver for a few seconds before shouting back to the Doctor.

"Thanks for nothing, spaceman! I'll see you in Court."

She climbed into the taxi and it drove away. But I did spot the driver - it was one of those masked Santa.

The Doctor started running after the cab. But they had drove off. I watched from the curb, the slight wind tickling my cheeks, as the Doctor frantically looked back to the Santa's playing the trumpets. One of them lowered the instrument ominously, all three of them now seemed to be held like weapons. The Doctor turned around and soniced the cash machine, causing a bunch of money to flood the streets. I watched - still at the curb - as people ran to catch the money. The Doctor took hold of my arm and we ran back to the TARDIS.

Once inside the TARDIS, the Doctor found the cab that Donna was in and tried to track it. But the TARDIS wasn't having it and sparks were flying from the console and the gravity was going strange.

Breathless, I watched the Doctor hit the TARDIS with a hammer. "Behave!"

He motioned me over with his hand. "Can you manage the controls while I get Donna?"

"Uh..." I tried to protest, be he was already leaning out the TARDIS doors. I grabbed hold of the lever that he had pointed to and held onto it. I turned my head to the doors of the TARDIS, squinting my eyes in the wind being supplied from outside. I could just make out the Doctor and Donna's conversation.

"Open the door!"

"Do you what?"

"Open the door!"

"I can't, it's locked!"

I heard the whir of the sonic screwdriver and the low hum of a rolling window.

"Santa's a robot!" What? I kept my grip on the lever, though I really wanted to know what she meant by that.

"Donna, open the door."

"What for?"

"You've got to jump!"

"I'm not bleedin' flip jumping," I snickered at her remark. "I'm supposed to be getting married!"

There was a pause, and the Doctor looked back to me, motioning to pull the lever. I did, and the TARDIS lurched and started moving.

"Oh my giddy aunt..." I mumbled through clenched teeth as I struggled to keep hold of the leaver through the small explosions from the console. I heard a few shouts from outside. Again, I heard the sonic.

"Listen to me - you've got to jump." the Doctor told Donna

"I'm not jumping on a motorway!"

"Whatever that thing is, it needs you. And whatever it needs you for, it's not good. Now, come on!"

"I'm in my wedding dress!"

"Yes! You look lovely! Come on!" The Doctor was starting to get impatient.

After a short moment, I heard Donna cry, "I can't do it!"

The Doctor calmed down a bit. "Trust me."

"Is that what you said to her? The one you lost? And Teaganne, does she trust you?

The Doctor moved to the side and I nodded at Donna, for all I've seen this man go through in my short time with him, I would trust him with my life. "Yes, my friend did too. And she is not dead. She is so alive. Now, jump!"

Donna, with a scream, jumped and landed on top of the Doctor in a heap on the floor. The doors slam closed and the Doctor let me release the lever. Donna looked at her watch as the Doctor has landed us on the roof of some high rise building and we got out. We all started coughing and spluttering as he tried to extinguish the smoke billowing from the TARDIS doors.

"The funny thing is, for a spaceship, she doesn't really do that much flying." He muttered. "We'd better give her a couple of hours."

I turned to Donna "You all right?"

"Doesn't matter."

"Did we miss it?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"Well, you can book another date..." The Doctor suggested.

"Course we can."

"Still got the honeymoon..." I reminded her.

"It's just a holiday now."

"Yeah... yeah... sorry." the Doctor mumbled.

"It's not your fault."

"Oh! That's a change."

"You have a time machine. We could go back and get it right."

"I can't go back on someone's personal timeline."

Donna went to sit on the edge of the roof, the Doctor and I shortly joined her. The Doctor sat closest to her and removed his jacket, draping it around her shoulders.

"God, you're skinny. This wouldn't fit a rat."

I chuckled.

"Oh and you'd better put this on." He brought out a gold band from his pocket.

"You don't have to rub it in!" I rolled my eyes.

"Those creatures can trace you." He told Donna "This is a bio-damper. Should keep you hidden."

He slipped it onto her finger.

"With this ring, I thee bio-damp." I flicked his shoulder.

"For better or for worse."

The Doctor gave her a tight smile.

"So, come on then." I changed the subject as I could see Donna getting sad. "Robot Santas - what are they for?"

"Ah, your basic robo-scavenger. The Father Christmas stuff is just a disguise. They're trying to blend in. I met them last Christmas."

"Why, what happened then?" Donna asked.

"... Great big spaceship? Hovering over London? You didn't notice?"

"I had a bit of a hangover." Donna told him.

Simultaneously, I answered, "I was five years old!"

Good place to pause?

okay so... any Supernatural fans out there? I'm just about to start watching it - just so youre prepared if I start idk not updating?