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Character(s): Donna and Eleven
Content: The Doctor needs a best man. The trouble is, he doesn't have many male friends. What's a Doctor to do? Ignore tradition, that's what!
Setting: The park.
Time: Mid-afternoon, (also slightly backdated before the battle with NiGHTS).
Warnings: None.

So, weddings. Weddings were fun, right? Mind, he rarely stuck around for the whole thing; the ceremonies tended to drag on and bore him to sleep. Sometimes literally, and blimey, did it annoy everyone when he snored. That was why he usually stuck to dancing at weddings; no muss, no fuss, and he usually escaped the evening without having something thrown at him unless he was lucky. Besides, his last wedding... hadn't gone well. Sure, he and Elizabeth had eloped but... well. It wasn't the best decision he'd ever made.

Still, marrying his TARDIS, who was a woman? That was something he could get on board with. Luckily, she'd wanted to do most of the planning herself; all that was left was to find a best man. But who? He didn't really know anyone here well enough for that except his previous self, and that was out of the question. Spoilers, and all. Still, there had to be someone he could ask.

The Doctor wandered over to the park, pondering this all the while, and settled on a bench. Who could he possibly ask?

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Donna wandered into the park herself, mostly bored out of her mind, maybe looking for someone familiar. She really needed to figure something to do with herself, a bored Donna was not one to have just sitting around trying to entertain herself... ask her friends how that worked out last time.

Looking over, she saw Eleven sitting on a bench, seeming lost in thought. Smiling, she stuck her hands in her pockets and walked over, leaning on the back of the bench.

"Don't think too hard, you might hurt yourself."

"Oi!" Automatically, the Doctor turned to face Donna, a big grin on his face despite it all. It had been awhile since he bantered with anyone, being busy with researching the city, working on finding a way out, and his part in planning the wedding. "I only hurt myself when I think without a seat belt." With that, he wrapped his arms around his old friend and hugged her tightly. At least she hadn't disappeared, unlike Jenny - but at least he knew, at last, that she was alive and well elsewhere.

"Look at you! How've you been, Donna?"

"Well, I'll just have to find you a permanent seat belt, then, won't I?" She said, smiling that Donna smile. She hugged him back, glad to see him doing well.

"I've been ok. I want out though... Go back home." She looked over at him, sitting down on the bench herself. "You know, the normal?"

"How about you? What's this about a wedding?" She nudged him with an elbow. "Doctor finally settling down?"

"Oh, no," came the inevitable groan. "I don't like seat belts, they're boring. Besides, the TARDIS doesn't have seat belts." Come to think of it, she never had needed them, unless one were to complain about the tumbling about, shaking and yes, the usual end-of-the-world thing.

The Doctor nodded understandingly. "I've never much liked being stuck," he agreed, sitting back down next to her. "But I've been working on a solution. It's still a thing in progress, but, y'know, I think I'm finally getting somewhere with it." He chuckled at the change of subject, ducking his head and blushing like a school boy. "Well, you know the old girl. SHe and I have known each other a long time. Figure it's about time to tie the knot."

"The TARDIS might have benefited from a couple of seat belts, if you ask me." She said remembering the tumbling about inside said ship. She glanced over at the Doctor from where she was sitting.

"Between you and my Doctor, things will get all sorted out. We'll all go home... wherever all our homes may be." She sighed.

"I think..." She paused. "I think it seems fitting, in a way. You and the TARDIS. You have been companions forever. Now, she's just not a ship anymore. You'll be perfect." She stops again.

"Now I'm just being a sap."

"I'm still him, you know," came the reply, the Doctor's eyes soft and cheerful and maybe hiding the guilt he still felt. "How is the old me, anyway? I should be sharing his memories, but I don't. Dunno why. Maybe I ought to look into that." He'd never really liked people messing with his memories - ironic, then, considering who he was speaking to right now.

Gratefully taking the change in subject, though he was careful not to show it, he nodded. "Yeah, I think we will be." There was nothing wrong with being a sap, in his eyes.

"I know you are... It's just, different, I suppose." She glanced over at him. "So many questions I want to ask you, but I know I shouldn't. Or can't. Because you wouldn't be able to answer them. Spoilers, and all that." The biggest one being about his new companions and if she was still around at that point. But, from her Doctor, she knew he wouldn't be able to answer any of those questions.

"Well, she has put up with you for the longest. Can't run away from you, can she, spaceman?"

"Right," he replied, nodding. "Spoilers." He hated that word by now, he honestly did. Shoving the knowledge of what would eventually happen to Donna from his mind, he grinned. "Oi! She's never run from me, you know." Once, though, early in his third regeneration, she'd refused to carry him somewhere, forcing him to stay on Earth - and, specifically, UNIT.

It may have been a bit odd, but sometimes, he almost missed those days.

"Oi," She said, pausing for a second, "I really don't like that word, but at least I know it's importance. Besides, at this point, I don't think I would want to know. It takes all the surprise away." At least, she wanted to think that way. Curiosity was always there, but heck, it wouldn't be as much fun.

"Wouldn't that be interesting? A rogue TARDIS, going across the universe unmanned? Maybe a bit chaotic." She gently punched him in the shoulder, as only she probably would. "So, when is this wedding anyway?"

The Doctor smiled softly at Donna. He still missed her terribly sometimes, but he couldn't just tell her what was going on. "Good old Donna," he said. "You do have a good head on your shoulders, you know." He laughed a bit as she playfully hit him, thinking for a good few moments.

"Oh," he finally replied. "I dunno. Probably whenever we feel like it." It didn't help that neither of them had felt like settling on a date.

"Best temp in Chiswick. You remember. I've always been that way." Smug, yes. Over the top, not really. She did know her limits after all. "You know, normal people set dates and stick to them. But, I guess I shouldn't be surprised with you. I should never be surprised with you."

"Oh, Donna," he smiled, reaching out to put a friendly arm around her shoulders, "you're so much more than that." He wished she would believe in herself more, especially considering what she would do in her future. But there was time enough for that later. "Oi!" he told her, laughing. "And what is that supposed to mean?"

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