unfinished business
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sevenjetcI started this fic few months ago and I really don't know what to do with it. Rewrite, finish, delete? How to continue? What was I thinking then? Why I never make notes how I want to continue with this or that before I forget it?
She was waiting to be married in the bride chambers. It felt somehow odd.
Different odd than the first time, that was for sure. As if something was
missing and she somehow couldn ’t remember what it was supposed to be.
On that note, it was the same vague sense of fog in her head when she
tried to remember what went wrong the first time around. Sure she and
Lance had this big fight just before the wedding and they broke up. Then
Lance disappeared and she went sulking for a holiday in Egypt. That was
what she remembered, but it felt unreal. Like it was just a daydream, as
well as the next following year, when she was looking for a job and in the end found Shaun.
She liked to think that it was self-doubts and nervousness what was nagging in her head, but it seemed to be more to it than that. What was it? And then she heard it, the strange grinding sound, the screaming noise. Somehow it felt like the most beautiful sound in the universe and it was calling her. A siren song that she couldn't resist but had to follow to its source. She had to find the source she thought as she stood up and headed out of the room and from the church.
*****
'Just a quick stop,' thought the Doctor as the TARDIS landed. Quick stop to say good-bye to Wilf and see Donna one last time before he goes. His time was running out and maybe he shouldn't post-pone the regeneration, shouldn't put such a strain on himself, but he had to make sure that she was alright, that she would get her happy ending in the end. He ran his hands over his face, as if part of him wanted to make sure that he was still himself. Silly, silly old him, as if he could regenerate without noticing. It was getting harder every time. Not that he had much more tries left and at the rate he was going, it would be wonder if he made it to 1000.
"Alright, show-time," he said to the TARDIS and turned around from the console to head out. His eyes were met with a very familiar figure. In a wedding dress. His brows furrowed and he mouthed her name, but no sound came out. She was standing here, devoid of expression on her face.
Her head filled with images as she stood there facing the stranger inside a ridiculously big room that should not be in a blue police box. It was as if someone put a movie on a fast forward. It hurt, she felt like the worst migraine of her life just hit her, full force. She grabbed her head.
The Doctor realised what was happening as her face went from the blank expression to a one full of pain. He ran the length of the ramp from the controls to the door and grabbed her elbows. She let go off her head and looked at him. Her eyes were glowing gold with the vortex energy. He had to stop this and he had to stop it fast. He raised his hands to put it on her temples and take it all away.
At the same time she put her shaking hands at his shoulder, pulling him closer. Her head felt like it was on fire, but something was telling her that this is the right thing to do as she brought her lips to his in a kiss.
He felt the energy coming from her body to his with an unexpected force. His arms went around her and he clung to her with all the strength remaining in his weakened body. He saw his hands glowing and all he could think was ‘Well, this is it,’ as the darkness slowly overtaken his mind. They both collapsed to the floor.
“Doctor! Doctor!” he heard someone calling before a hand landed on his cheek in a loud slap. His eyes fluttered open and he saw Donna menacingly looming over him with an angry face. He blinked in confusion. “Would you care to explain why was I lying on the floor? With you?! Wearing a wedding dress?!”
He sprang to his feet and started checking his body and then his face with his hands. It still felt the same. What in the name of Gallifrey happened? He felt like he regenerated except that he didn’t, at least Donna still seemed to recognize him, except that she shouldn’t.
“Doctor?!” she yelled again angrily as she too got back to her feet, only this time, there was a worried undertone to her voice. “What happened?”
Her question was valid, though, he had no idea what happened. He ran to the screen at the TARDIS console. The screen mirrored an image of a face that he was used to seeing. He sighed in relief and then started punching various buttons, desperate to figure out what happened. “I don’t know. What is the last thing you remember?”
Now it was her turn to look confused. She thought for a moment before answering. “I was in the TARDIS. Things were exploding and I saw that creepy hand of yours, glowing.”
“You don’t remember anything else? Davros? The beach?” he asked as he put on his glasses. She shook her head. Oh no, Sylvia and Wilf would surely kill him. He must have looked worried, because she walked over to him and put hand on his shoulder. How was he going to tell her that she had forgotten a year of her life, and it was probably his fault?
“Doctor? What’s wrong? And why am I wearing a wedding dress?”
*****
Donna was sitting on the bench by the controls, in what the Doctor would call sulking, if he didn't know better. He really did not know where to start or how to tell her, therefore he gave her a brief summary along the lines that she saved the universe and then saved him...and somehow lost a year of her life between those two events. It did not make her happy.
"Would you like to go back to the church?" he asked after a while he spent by iddly fiddling with the controls.
"What for?" shesnorted back without even glancing on him. "This is a second wedding that you've ruined, spaceboy."
"Well, it seems to be a bit of a bad habit, right," he gave her a weak awkward smile. She looked at him with one eyebrow arched, daring him to continue joking. He gulped and turned back to the controls. The room went back to uncomfortable silence. He sighed.
"Look, Donna," he said as he walked over to the bench and sat down next to her. "I really did not plan this. All...all I wanted was to say goodbye to Wilf and give you a wedding gift."
"Well, that worked out nicely," she snarled. She did not know what made her more mad. The fact that he dared to leave her behind a year ago after promising her forever, or the fact that he spoiled her wedding by erasing every memory she had of her fiance. Hell, she didn't even know how he looked. Certainly he wasn't this slim nothing in a striped suit that was sitting next to her.
"I get it. You have every reason to hate me. I just want you to know that I'm sorry."
"You're always sorry. Fat lot of use that is," she got up and held out her hand. "C'mon. Someone has to tell them and it's not going to be me."
"canlt we run away instead? I'll take you shopping. The biggest shopping mall in the universe where you could shop until you start begging me to stop buying you things. Dresses, lots of nice dresses, and jewellery and..."
"yes, we'll do that," she nodded and he felt a wave of relief at avoiding Sylvia's rage. "Right after you're done explainig to my mother."
***
Few minutes later the Doctor found himself being crushed in a bear hug by Wilf. The old man was actually crying with joy. Sylvia on the other hand didn't look happy at all, her lips a thin line of disapproval. And she didn't even know anything yet. Donna was standing next to him and Wilf, nervously tugging at her dress.
"Wilf, that is quite enough of hugging," the Doctor finally protested, but there was a bit goofy smile on his face. Donna wanted to smack him.
"Gramps, let the man breathe," she finally said. Wilf let go of the Doctor and proceed to look at her. She was sure he knew that something was off, that there was something they weren't telling him.
"I knew he'd figure out a way to cure you. He never gives up, this man, does he?" Wilf patted Doctor's arm. The goofy smile again. This time it gained him a bit of an elbow in his ribs. He didn't even have to look at her to see her accusing glare. Clearing his throat he sheepishly glanced at Sylvia.
"Actually, Wilf, that is not exactly what happened," he started. He avoided the confused look at Wilf's face, only to meet Sylvia's death glare. He turned his eyes to his trainers and rubbed his neck with his hand. Lifting his head, his sight met a half eaten box of chocolates. He ran towards the box as if his life depended on it. "Oh, chocolate. Don't you just love those? Mind you, I thing that the best you can get is on the planet Posin in the Andromeda galaxy, the best chocolate in the universe. I'll get you all some next time I go there -"
"Doctor!" Sylvia and Donna shouted both at the same time.
"Wow, you girls really know how to shout. Alright, long story short. Wilf, I'm not going to die. Or regenerate. Good news, huh?" He looked from the chocolates. He could tell that Donna was close to reaching out to give him another of her famous slaps. "Also, well...Donnadoesn'trememberathingfromthelastyear..."
"What?"
She was waiting to be married in the bride chambers. It felt somehow odd.
Different odd than the first time, that was for sure. As if something was
missing and she somehow couldn ’t remember what it was supposed to be.
On that note, it was the same vague sense of fog in her head when she
tried to remember what went wrong the first time around. Sure she and
Lance had this big fight just before the wedding and they broke up. Then
Lance disappeared and she went sulking for a holiday in Egypt. That was
what she remembered, but it felt unreal. Like it was just a daydream, as
well as the next following year, when she was looking for a job and in the end found Shaun.
She liked to think that it was self-doubts and nervousness what was nagging in her head, but it seemed to be more to it than that. What was it? And then she heard it, the strange grinding sound, the screaming noise. Somehow it felt like the most beautiful sound in the universe and it was calling her. A siren song that she couldn't resist but had to follow to its source. She had to find the source she thought as she stood up and headed out of the room and from the church.
*****
'Just a quick stop,' thought the Doctor as the TARDIS landed. Quick stop to say good-bye to Wilf and see Donna one last time before he goes. His time was running out and maybe he shouldn't post-pone the regeneration, shouldn't put such a strain on himself, but he had to make sure that she was alright, that she would get her happy ending in the end. He ran his hands over his face, as if part of him wanted to make sure that he was still himself. Silly, silly old him, as if he could regenerate without noticing. It was getting harder every time. Not that he had much more tries left and at the rate he was going, it would be wonder if he made it to 1000.
"Alright, show-time," he said to the TARDIS and turned around from the console to head out. His eyes were met with a very familiar figure. In a wedding dress. His brows furrowed and he mouthed her name, but no sound came out. She was standing here, devoid of expression on her face.
Her head filled with images as she stood there facing the stranger inside a ridiculously big room that should not be in a blue police box. It was as if someone put a movie on a fast forward. It hurt, she felt like the worst migraine of her life just hit her, full force. She grabbed her head.
The Doctor realised what was happening as her face went from the blank expression to a one full of pain. He ran the length of the ramp from the controls to the door and grabbed her elbows. She let go off her head and looked at him. Her eyes were glowing gold with the vortex energy. He had to stop this and he had to stop it fast. He raised his hands to put it on her temples and take it all away.
At the same time she put her shaking hands at his shoulder, pulling him closer. Her head felt like it was on fire, but something was telling her that this is the right thing to do as she brought her lips to his in a kiss.
He felt the energy coming from her body to his with an unexpected force. His arms went around her and he clung to her with all the strength remaining in his weakened body. He saw his hands glowing and all he could think was ‘Well, this is it,’ as the darkness slowly overtaken his mind. They both collapsed to the floor.
“Doctor! Doctor!” he heard someone calling before a hand landed on his cheek in a loud slap. His eyes fluttered open and he saw Donna menacingly looming over him with an angry face. He blinked in confusion. “Would you care to explain why was I lying on the floor? With you?! Wearing a wedding dress?!”
He sprang to his feet and started checking his body and then his face with his hands. It still felt the same. What in the name of Gallifrey happened? He felt like he regenerated except that he didn’t, at least Donna still seemed to recognize him, except that she shouldn’t.
“Doctor?!” she yelled again angrily as she too got back to her feet, only this time, there was a worried undertone to her voice. “What happened?”
Her question was valid, though, he had no idea what happened. He ran to the screen at the TARDIS console. The screen mirrored an image of a face that he was used to seeing. He sighed in relief and then started punching various buttons, desperate to figure out what happened. “I don’t know. What is the last thing you remember?”
Now it was her turn to look confused. She thought for a moment before answering. “I was in the TARDIS. Things were exploding and I saw that creepy hand of yours, glowing.”
“You don’t remember anything else? Davros? The beach?” he asked as he put on his glasses. She shook her head. Oh no, Sylvia and Wilf would surely kill him. He must have looked worried, because she walked over to him and put hand on his shoulder. How was he going to tell her that she had forgotten a year of her life, and it was probably his fault?
“Doctor? What’s wrong? And why am I wearing a wedding dress?”
*****
Donna was sitting on the bench by the controls, in what the Doctor would call sulking, if he didn't know better. He really did not know where to start or how to tell her, therefore he gave her a brief summary along the lines that she saved the universe and then saved him...and somehow lost a year of her life between those two events. It did not make her happy.
"Would you like to go back to the church?" he asked after a while he spent by iddly fiddling with the controls.
"What for?" shesnorted back without even glancing on him. "This is a second wedding that you've ruined, spaceboy."
"Well, it seems to be a bit of a bad habit, right," he gave her a weak awkward smile. She looked at him with one eyebrow arched, daring him to continue joking. He gulped and turned back to the controls. The room went back to uncomfortable silence. He sighed.
"Look, Donna," he said as he walked over to the bench and sat down next to her. "I really did not plan this. All...all I wanted was to say goodbye to Wilf and give you a wedding gift."
"Well, that worked out nicely," she snarled. She did not know what made her more mad. The fact that he dared to leave her behind a year ago after promising her forever, or the fact that he spoiled her wedding by erasing every memory she had of her fiance. Hell, she didn't even know how he looked. Certainly he wasn't this slim nothing in a striped suit that was sitting next to her.
"I get it. You have every reason to hate me. I just want you to know that I'm sorry."
"You're always sorry. Fat lot of use that is," she got up and held out her hand. "C'mon. Someone has to tell them and it's not going to be me."
"canlt we run away instead? I'll take you shopping. The biggest shopping mall in the universe where you could shop until you start begging me to stop buying you things. Dresses, lots of nice dresses, and jewellery and..."
"yes, we'll do that," she nodded and he felt a wave of relief at avoiding Sylvia's rage. "Right after you're done explainig to my mother."
***
Few minutes later the Doctor found himself being crushed in a bear hug by Wilf. The old man was actually crying with joy. Sylvia on the other hand didn't look happy at all, her lips a thin line of disapproval. And she didn't even know anything yet. Donna was standing next to him and Wilf, nervously tugging at her dress.
"Wilf, that is quite enough of hugging," the Doctor finally protested, but there was a bit goofy smile on his face. Donna wanted to smack him.
"Gramps, let the man breathe," she finally said. Wilf let go of the Doctor and proceed to look at her. She was sure he knew that something was off, that there was something they weren't telling him.
"I knew he'd figure out a way to cure you. He never gives up, this man, does he?" Wilf patted Doctor's arm. The goofy smile again. This time it gained him a bit of an elbow in his ribs. He didn't even have to look at her to see her accusing glare. Clearing his throat he sheepishly glanced at Sylvia.
"Actually, Wilf, that is not exactly what happened," he started. He avoided the confused look at Wilf's face, only to meet Sylvia's death glare. He turned his eyes to his trainers and rubbed his neck with his hand. Lifting his head, his sight met a half eaten box of chocolates. He ran towards the box as if his life depended on it. "Oh, chocolate. Don't you just love those? Mind you, I thing that the best you can get is on the planet Posin in the Andromeda galaxy, the best chocolate in the universe. I'll get you all some next time I go there -"
"Doctor!" Sylvia and Donna shouted both at the same time.
"Wow, you girls really know how to shout. Alright, long story short. Wilf, I'm not going to die. Or regenerate. Good news, huh?" He looked from the chocolates. He could tell that Donna was close to reaching out to give him another of her famous slaps. "Also, well...Donnadoesn'trememberathingfromthelastyear..."
"What?"
