Re: FILLED: Doctor Who, Canton/his fiancé - 3 of 3write_lightJune 26 2011, 08:16:13 UTC
A Wedding for Canton
PART 3
“Go on,” said the Doctor quietly. His eyes were warm now, and calm.
Canton opened the door slowly, Henry’s hand in his.
The music and shouting grew instantly louder, and a raucous, gyrating crowd in a celebratory mood flowed around the TARDIS and down the street as far as they could see.
“Wait,” said Henry, as Canton was about to step out. “You want to marry me? For real?”
“I do.”
“But we - we can’t.”
“Ah, but you can,” said the Doctor.
A large sign across the street scrolled the news as if to emphasize the Doctor’s point.
“And as captain of this vessel, fully indoctrinated Grey-Cloak Monk of Keldras, keeper of the Holy Writ of the Off-World Ood, and by virtue of the fact that I say so, I am licensed, approved, consecrated and fully intend to marry you.”
“Canton, what the hell has this man been smoking?” asked Henry, more confused and irritated than ever.
But Canton was staring at the couples on the street - couples embracing each other and embracing freedom, kissing and hugging, men with men, women with women. And Canton had tears running down his face.
“He doesn’t cry,” said Henry, wary and worried. “Canton, sweetie?”
Henry went to his side and looked out the door for the first time. It was like the Promised Land his mother had spoken of, a world ready for him. They stood like that for a while, entranced by the world outside the door. Amy and Rory were grateful, because the Doctor stopped tossing bags of rice and cheap plastic bouquets at them so he, too, could stare.
“Why do you suppose he even has these?” Rory asked rhetorically.
“I have them, Rory, because the situation always calls for them, eventually,” the Doctor replied. “Now you two,” he said, putting an arm around Henry and the other around Canton - stop gawking at the happy folk and let’s have a wedding.”
***
Henry was halfway to believing it was all real as he slipped Amy’s ring on his lover’s thick finger, where it stuck at the second joint.
“Free at last,” he said softly.
Canton, - quite unexpectedly, given his unshakable mien during the dangerous extraterrestrial scare of the past week - was one great sobbing mess and barely choked out an “I do.”
Rory felt even more awkward when Canton asked which last name the two of them should take, and all he could hear in his head was “Pond, Rory Pond.” Amy kept pushing Henry and Canton closer together during the ceremony, and the Doctor seemed to be talking the entire time, occasionally to himself, occasionally to the crowd he helped gather around them, occasionally to the two men he was uniting in marriage.
At the stroke of 11 pm exactly, the Doctor pronounced Henry and Canton to be “Mr. and Mr. Goldson-Delaware and you may kiss the - the - each other!” Under a rainbow-colored Empire State Building, the crowd cheered them on, and the longer they kissed, the louder it got.
Over the din, Henry heard the oddest noise, the same one he’d heard in the hospital corridor before it all began, but he had Canton Everett Delaware III’s lips on his, and the world didn’t extend much farther than that.
PART 3
“Go on,” said the Doctor quietly. His eyes were warm now, and calm.
Canton opened the door slowly, Henry’s hand in his.
The music and shouting grew instantly louder, and a raucous, gyrating crowd in a celebratory mood flowed around the TARDIS and down the street as far as they could see.
“Wait,” said Henry, as Canton was about to step out. “You want to marry me? For real?”
“I do.”
“But we - we can’t.”
“Ah, but you can,” said the Doctor.
A large sign across the street scrolled the news as if to emphasize the Doctor’s point.
“And as captain of this vessel, fully indoctrinated Grey-Cloak Monk of Keldras, keeper of the Holy Writ of the Off-World Ood, and by virtue of the fact that I say so, I am licensed, approved, consecrated and fully intend to marry you.”
“Canton, what the hell has this man been smoking?” asked Henry, more confused and irritated than ever.
But Canton was staring at the couples on the street - couples embracing each other and embracing freedom, kissing and hugging, men with men, women with women. And Canton had tears running down his face.
“He doesn’t cry,” said Henry, wary and worried. “Canton, sweetie?”
Henry went to his side and looked out the door for the first time. It was like the Promised Land his mother had spoken of, a world ready for him. They stood like that for a while, entranced by the world outside the door. Amy and Rory were grateful, because the Doctor stopped tossing bags of rice and cheap plastic bouquets at them so he, too, could stare.
“Why do you suppose he even has these?” Rory asked rhetorically.
“I have them, Rory, because the situation always calls for them, eventually,” the Doctor replied. “Now you two,” he said, putting an arm around Henry and the other around Canton - stop gawking at the happy folk and let’s have a wedding.”
***
Henry was halfway to believing it was all real as he slipped Amy’s ring on his lover’s thick finger, where it stuck at the second joint.
“Free at last,” he said softly.
Canton, - quite unexpectedly, given his unshakable mien during the dangerous extraterrestrial scare of the past week - was one great sobbing mess and barely choked out an “I do.”
Rory felt even more awkward when Canton asked which last name the two of them should take, and all he could hear in his head was “Pond, Rory Pond.” Amy kept pushing Henry and Canton closer together during the ceremony, and the Doctor seemed to be talking the entire time, occasionally to himself, occasionally to the crowd he helped gather around them, occasionally to the two men he was uniting in marriage.
At the stroke of 11 pm exactly, the Doctor pronounced Henry and Canton to be “Mr. and Mr. Goldson-Delaware and you may kiss the - the - each other!” Under a rainbow-colored Empire State Building, the crowd cheered them on, and the longer they kissed, the louder it got.
Over the din, Henry heard the oddest noise, the same one he’d heard in the hospital corridor before it all began, but he had Canton Everett Delaware III’s lips on his, and the world didn’t extend much farther than that.
THE END
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It was so sweet! May I hug you? (because it's not polite to hug people without their permission and I really want to hug you now *lol*)
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Thank you for sharing this!
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This was so great! I loved the Doctor in this, and the way Canton and Henry reacted, and ... everything! <3
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