-Wedding Crashers-

Champagne Supernova

"Alright, everybody squeeze in," Sally Sparrow ordered, waving her arms to get them to move the way she wanted.

Most of the guests had left by that point, it being almost midnight, either going upstairs to sleep off the alcohol or driving away into the night to return home. Luke, Clyde, Rani, and Sky had left after getting back from their incident in the woods; Elton Pope had gone a similar way. James Elliott and Christina de Souza had both gone to bed – separate beds, Sally had checked – Jake Simmonds was almost passed out lying across one of the tables. Rose's parents had gone to bed and Martha's mother had said her goodbyes as soon as the cake had been cut since she didn't care too much about Ten and Rose. Wilf and Sylvia had turned in early, not ones to shirk the opportunity of a free room in a fancy hotel, and Shaun was in a similar state to Jake – only he'd actually managed to get upstairs to bed. Gwen and Rhys had gone up only a few minutes ago, unable to be persuaded to join in the final photos by Sally since they had an early start to get back to Cardiff and Anwen the following day. Ravenwood was still there, waiting for Jenny to get sick of the festivities, but of course, she didn't show up in photographs so remained on the fringe. God only knew where the Shadow had snuck off to.

"Seriously, stop moving," Sally said, "I can't get you all in the frame." There were eighteen of them all in all, not counting Sally and Ravenwood, who were trying to cram themselves into one rectangular box under Sally's guidance. They kept shuffling, pushing, bickering, and Sally was losing her patience. "Bloody hell, can't you just-"

A light like the sun exploded outside, brilliant and golden and pouring through the windows like a bright, summer's day had been conjured from thin air. There was no sound to go with this display, only the dazzling sight of a supernova through the glass. As quickly as it appeared it dissipated, leaving only the moon hanging in the sky casting long shadows in the reception hall. The twenty members of the TARDIS crew were dumbstruck.

"What was that?" asked Amy.

"It looked like…" the Ninth Doctor began, "But it can't be-"

"It's impossible," said Eleven.

"Completely impossible," said Ten. It was the Doctors who took off running first, practically falling over each other in their hurry to investigate.

"You could have at least waited until I finished!" Sally shouted as the others all fought their way out of the hall. Only Esther waited for Sally to catch up, the two of them following the others last, just behind Ianto and Oswin, who was limping and leaning on Adam Mitchell for support. They migrated out of the building and around the back.

"No…"

"I don't believe it…"

"It can't be…"

"Is it really?"

"There are three of them!"

"Three TARDISes!"

And there were. Three. Sitting side-by-side against the back wall of the old manor house, almost touching but not quite, right where the Doctor had parked it earlier. None of them could believe their eyes.

"It's the Dimension Crash," said Rose finally, when the calls from the myriad companions for an explanation became too much to bear, "It's… it's resolved. By separating the TARDIS into three."

"Three TARDISes for three Doctors," said River Song, "It's almost poetic."

"But it can't be, this can't happen," said Ten.

"Quite right," said Eleven, "Can't happen."

"It has happened," said Rose, "I can see it."

"But which one is the right one? The original?" asked Nine.

"All of them," said Rose, "All of them, and none of them."

"Then what do we do? We can't all…" Ten was glancing between the three, blue boxes, desperately trying to identify something that set one of them apart from the others.

"The living situation has been getting a little unpleasant, what with the two of you trying to overrule my authority," said the Eleventh Doctor a little pompously. Clara elbowed him in the gut, and he made a face.

"I suppose you've just got to choose," said Oswin, "One for each of you."

"Easy enough," said Jack, pushing to the front and pointing at boxes in turn, left to right, "Nine, Ten, Eleven."

"It's not the Doctors that are the problem, though," said Donna, "It's the rest of us. Where are we going to go?" Nobody spoke for a few seconds, everybody waiting for somebody else to go first.

"I'm staying with you, obviously," Rose told Ten, smiling.

"And you'll be wanting to stay with me, won't you?" Eleven asked Clara next. She nearly laughed.

"Always, sweetheart."

"I've got no reason to go anywhere else," Oswin spoke next, then looked to Adam, "What about you?"

"If the Doctor will let me hang on," he looked at Eleven.

"Of course! Your indiscretion all those years ago has been forgiven for a long time. And Nios!" Eleven spoke loudly, "Do you still want that room I promised you? You're more than welcome to join."

"Are you sure?" asked Nios. Upon seeing the trio of spaceships she had been quite sure they would take this as an opportunity to turf her out.

"Sure I'm sure. Never been surer."

"Then… yes. Thank you." He smiled.

"Amy? Rory?" he prompted the Ponds.

"Oh…" Amy fell silent, which was a rare occurrence.

"What?"

"It's just… we were going to go back to New York. After the wedding. Which is tomorrow, I suppose…"

"Ah…" Eleven was crestfallen.

"No more paradox though, right?" said Rory, "You can visit us, can't you?"

"Well, yes, I'll visit all the time if you don't want to stay."

"We sort of have a life there, that's all. And the last sixth months – though it feels like a lot longer – they've been fun, and everything, but… we have plans, things we want to do, things that don't involve time travel," Amy explained.

"You don't want to stay in the present day?"

"We've already seen our headstones. We know we have to stay in New York."

"You'll… you'll give me a bell, though, won't you? If you want anything? Or Clara, she's a lot better at answering the phone," said Eleven, who did not like having to say goodbye to the Ponds again after spending so long adjusting to them being back in his life.

"Of course we will, silly. If there aren't any weird, temporal reasons why can't."

"And I think I'll go with the Doctor," River began.

"I'm happy to have you," said Eleven.

"No, you misunderstand. I mean the Ninth Doctor."

Eleven went red, "Right you are. Of course that's what you mean…"

"It's fine by me," Nine grinned. Eleven secretly doubted that Nine would have a great many converts to his TARDIS.

"You already know we're leaving," said Martha tentatively, "Adam said we can stay in his house, actually."

"Did you?" Rory asked Adam incredulously.

"Well, they wanted somewhere rural, and I'm not living there," said Adam awkwardly, "They won't have to pay any rent."

"You still make me pay rent," Ravenwood grumbled from near the back of the crowd.

"Yes!" he said, "I was meaning to tell you to cancel that."

"What?" she was alarmed.

"Just stay there. I don't need the money, and it feels… wrong to take it from you just because I'm lucky enough to own something with cash I didn't even really earn…"

"I, um… thank you," said Ravenwood, in shock. Oswin kissed Adam's cheek and he was rendered incapable of forming sentences for a while.

"Jenny?" Eleven prompted, "Not having second thoughts about your big move, if you don't have to live in such close quarters with… undesirables?" By this, he meant Captain Jack, who scoffed theatrically.

Jenny smiled sadly, "Sorry, dad. I'm still going to the village. I'll be back to visit, though, and you can come to Hollowmire. You still haven't met Oc'thubha!" Unbeknownst to Jenny, in fifty years the very TARDIS her father was trying to persuade her to live on would fall into her hands directly after the Doctor and Clara moved and needed it to go to a trustworthy caretaker.

"I daresay Esther and I will also be returning to Hollowmire, if anyone was wondering," Sally interjected.

"We weren't, don't worry," said Amy. Sally scowled at her.

"What about you, Donna?" Ten asked.

"What do you mean?" said Donna, oblivious.

"Well, you've got your family now. You've got Shaun. Do you want to come with me and Rose, or stay on Earth?"

"Doctor… I once told you I wanted to travel with you forever. I still mean that." There was a pause. "Of course I'm coming with you! Though, I might leave it a few weeks to let you have your honeymoon in peace."

"Brilliant!" Ten grinned, practically bouncing off the walls with the knowledge that Donna Noble was going to return to the TARDIS with him for good. "And you, Jack? We've got space for you and Ianto."

"…Maybe for a little while," Jack began, causing Ten's smile to vanish, "But I think I hear Torchwood calling my name. I want to build it back up again, make it a worthy competitor for Undercoll. Stay in Wales so we can watch Anwen grow up."

"Makes sense," said Rose when Ten did not immediately speak up.

"Most of us are leaving, then," said Rory, "Leaving the TARDIS."

"We're still a family," said Donna. "All of us. Even Clara."

"What do you mean, 'even Clara'?" asked Clara indignantly.

"Sorry," said Donna, "Couldn't resist making fun of you again. For old time's sake." Clara tutted and crossed her arms.

"So…" Rose began, "It looks like… this might be the end." A few of them mumbled in agreement. Was it really over? Their journeys in the TARDIS together, the lot of them? They were going to go their separate ways, splitting off in what felt like a million different directions?

"For two weeks, anyway," said Jenny.

"What do you mean?" Amy asked her.

"It's Christmas in two weeks," she said, "Aren't we all going to get together for Christmas?"

"Oh, well…"

"We didn't think of that."

"It would be nice, actually."

There were a few more affirmations of this idea. They'd practically forgotten that it was nearly Christmas; it had been the middle of summer when they'd all been picked up, dragged from across the universe and thrown together in a big, chaotic melting pot.

"And you'll all have to come and meet the baby," Mickey said.

"Not to mention attend my wedding!" Jack said, "You're all invited to see me and Ianto tie the knot."

"And aren't you two getting married again?" Oswin said to Clara and Eleven.

"When we get back to organising it," said Clara.

"So it's not really goodbye," said Jenny.

"And, unlike somebody, at least we're all easily reachable by phone," said Amy pointedly, directing some old annoyance at Eleven.

"That's true, we still have the group chats," said Rose. "You better call me as soon as she goes into labour, alright? That's my godchild."

"We still didn't say who we've chosen to be the godmother," said Mickey.

"Just let her," Martha finally gave in, "She obviously wants it." Rose beamed – she seemed to be happier about being the godmother to their unborn child than about the fact she'd gotten married that day.

"How about a photo?" Sally suggested, "In front of these things. Everybody."

"Give me the camera," Ravenwood offered.

"Excuse me?"

"I don't show up in photos; give it to me and you can be in it too," she said, holding out her hand, "I promise I'll make sure everybody is in the frame."

"Well… okay," said Sally begrudgingly, giving Clara Ravenwood her most prized possession.

The nineteen members of the TARDIS crew – and Sally, Esther, and Ianto, all three of whom still felt like interlopers – got themselves in a vague formation, the shortest at the front and tallest at the back, all three police boxes in view behind them, and smiled together one last time while Ravenwood took the picture.

At the exact moment the flash went off, Rose was overcome with a vision of a scene in the future so vivid it was almost opaque. She could see the photo, with all of them together and a pencil drawing of Ravenwood stuck inside the frame next to Jenny, hanging on the wall of a strange house overflowing with books and gizmos and maybe even an electric blue lobster. All she knew was that this picture was somewhere in Brighton decades away from them, with every last Doctor and companion frozen in time – forever.

AN: So THAT is finally the end of the wedding storyline, but there are still 7 epilogues and then a final, FINAL chapter still to come until the official end.