The castle wasn't really a castle. Well, not anymore. Barely any of it was left standing, just a few walls and windows where Clara could see there being ornate glass being, if that was such a thing when the castle had been standing proud. She wasn't sure. She really should check. She was an excellent English teacher, and she'd been all over time and space, but her history skills were actually not fantastic. Not terrible, as she wasn't terrible at anything. Just not fantastic.

She also had to admit that she did get the inspiration off a television show. She had been a Friends fan when she was younger, and even though the Ross and Emily storyline had been ridiculous, the setting for their wedding was definitely something she had filed away for future use. In fact, that had been her gift to Danni and the Doctor; her ideal wedding setting. She had carefully placed the candles in every space available to give them enough illumination, and had borrowed the chairs from the TARDIS cupboard for their very small gathering.

Otherwise, though, the setup was so uniquely them. With it being the 1500's, there was no light pollution to be spoken of and the sky twinkled with more stars than Clara could have ever hoped to see in her time, had she not travelled the universe with her two best friends. It was like the universe was staring down at them, and it was so beautiful.

She'd even convinced Danny to come as her date. He had been absolutely boggled by his very first trip in the TARDIS that wasn't just to his house. He'd jumped a mile when he'd brushed up against a sixteenth century thorn bush. It was adorable, and she'd only laughed a little. She knew he wasn't one for the time-travelling life and she had appreciated the fact he'd joined her.

Perhaps it was something to consider for their own wedding. Should that ever happen. Which she totally had not been thinking about since the forest had taken over London.

Her main job, though, was to keep River and Jack apart long enough that they didn't tear each other's head off. The Doctor had already insulted both of them, but that wasn't anything particularly new.

Just as their voices raised a little too high she'd had the best idea, and she'd managed to send Jack out of the little room without much protest. She smirked to herself as she walked over to the portable music player. She was fantastic.

We'll do it all. Everything. On our own.

We don't need anything, or anyone.

She smiled, her heart fit to burst as Danni appeared in the doorway, her father proudly by her side. Oh, she just looked so beautiful.

The Doctor had straightened the moment the music had started playing and he turned to face her. Once again she was in a TARDIS blue dress, but this one wasn't as short, although it was just as tantalising as the first. It flowed around her legs, but he only focused on them for a moment before his eyes flew back to her face.

She was smiling so brightly, so happily. He had always wondered if this would be a good idea in front of people. His idea for a wedding had been just the two of them. No, this was so much better.

If I lay here. If I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Forget what we're told. Before we get too old, show me a garden that's bursting into life.

The walk down the short aisle had felt like an eternity, but when she got to his side it was like she had never left it. He took her hand from her father, giving him a little bow, which Jack actually returned, but instead of heading to a seat the ex-Time Agent moved around them to stand at the front of the tiny group.

"Are you two ready?" he asked gently and Clara took hold of Danny Pink's hand, tears in her eyes. They both nodded, smiling so happily, unable to look at anyone else. They loved each other so much. She was so happy to be a part of it.

If I lay here. If I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world?

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Missy stood in front of the full-length mirror in her master bedroom. She slowly, meticulously, ran her lipstick over her lips, making sure never to leave the lines. She pressed her lips together, rubbing them to ensure an even coverage, then popped the lid back onto the lipstick and placed it to her side.

She brushed down her skirt, then straightened the fascinator hat that she had placed just to the side of her hair. She needed everything to look perfect.

She took a brief glance in the mirror towards the back of the room, where the brown-haired woman was bound and gagged on the bed. Her arms and legs were secured against the back of the bed, and even though her eyes glared angrily, her panic was so strong that Missy could feel it from the other side of the room.

She turned back to her own appearance. Something was missing. She needed to look perfect for the part she needed to play. Her purple jacket, her make-up, even the white shirt had been waiting such a long time to be put together.

She turned to her dresser, tapping her lips with one finger, as if she was looking over a tray of desserts. So many things to pick from, it was like there was no choice at all.

Ah, no, that was it. She picked up the Victorian broach and turned back to the mirror, clipping it in place around the collar of her shirt.

"This is it, Danielle," she called over. "Don't you fret." She looked herself over one last time. Perfect.

A grin spread on her face as she saw Danni struggling in the background.

"Today's the day."

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Super short chapter ready for next weeks! And as I don't want the note to be longer than the chapter, I'm not going to answer reviews. But all of your reviews have been amazing, so thank you very much!