DW Fic: Rose's Big Day
Title: Rose’s Big Day
Author: Rambling Rose / irishlullaby
Beta Babe: shadowed_gold
The Prompt: Per 25moments #25 - Kissing in the Rain
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing/Characters: TenII/Rose
Rating: All Ages
Summary: Rose and the Doctor finally say “I do”…
A/N: Last one in this series. :)
“Where the hell is the bloody photographer?”
Rose laughed softly as she heard Chelsea bellowing from somewhere within the mansion. Normally her children were all rather soft spoken, but they certainly had inherited a few of Donna’s traits from the Doctor.
Namely, they all had voices that carried very well when they yelled. If the yells and bellows for the past hour were an indication, the photographer had not shown yet and no one had heard any word as for why.
“It’ll be fine Rose, I promise,” Martha said, carefully pinning Rose’s hair in a neat bun. She carefully affixed the jewelled comb in the front side of the bun and adjusted Rose’s veil so that it sat semi-properly. “From what I saw of him, he was a young bloke… probably got caught for speeding.”
“Are you suggesting that youth and speeding are related Mrs. Tyler?” Rose asked, her tone disapproving but the grin on her face saying otherwise.
“Definitely had my share in my younger days…”
Rose chuckled softly and tried to adjust the veil to make it look right. “My Ender once told me, when he was eighteen, that he was not speeding, he had just been experiencing spontaneous acceleration in form of his foot pushing the pedal too hard.”
Martha laughed. “Even I have to admit, that is a good one.”
About that moment, Sam bellowed, “And just who the hell are you? What do you mean the one we hired couldn’t make it!” Apparently the photographer had just arrived, giving Rose and Martha a giggle as Sam and Chelsea both started in on the poor lad, demanding to know what had happened to the real photographer.
Rose chuckled softly. “Would I be insane to suggest the idea that my children are more excited about this than I am?” She made a face as the veil continued to refuse to sit right. “Try moving the comb to the back, doesn’t look right…”
Martha grinned and removed the veil then eased the comb under the back of the bun on Rose’s head. “Oh yes, much better… And I think, perhaps, your children are just happy for you and the Doctor to finally be having the wedding you always wanted…”
Rose shrugged. “The Doctor and I never needed a ceremony. We were quite happy without it. My mum had always fretted on it actually… Deep down, I think that’s why all our past weddings never worked out… we didn’t want it. We actually wanted this one.”
“But why wait so long?” Martha asked.
“It was the only thing on our ‘to-do list’ that we hadn’t done,” Rose grinned.
“The two of you had a ‘to-do list’?”
“Oh yes…” She stood and walked over to a dresser and plundered through one of the drawers. Removing a little wooden box, she returned to her settee in front of the vanity mirror. Rose opened the box and pulled out a bundle of white sheets of paper that had been folded together. She carefully infolded it and smiled as she looked down the first page of the checklist. “The Doctor made the list the first night he was here in this universe…” she sighed. “It was the things he wanted to do with me as we grew old together… Number one: Make love to Rose underneath a starry sky on the night of a full moon…” she flipped a few pages. “Number 243: Make love to Rose in an alley after we save the world from an alien threat. The first three hundred things on his list were places he wanted to make love to me.”
“That’s a bit romantic,” Martha grinned.
Rose pursed her lips. “You haven’t seen what number 132 was…” She flipped to a page closer to the front. Martha peered over her shoulder and blanched. “You’d be surprised what they let you get away with in France. It was fun. Although not fun enough to repeat…”
Martha blinked in surprise. “Well, as the saying goes… What happens in Paris, stays in Paris.”
There was rapid knock at her door. Martha hurried to the door and peered out. “She’s not done yet, give us five minutes…” she turned to Rose. “It’s the photographer, he wants to take some pictures of you before the wedding.”
“No,” Rose said sternly. “No one of the male persuasion is coming through that door or seeing me before I walk down the aisle.”
“You heard her,” Martha said firmly. “No men what-so-ever.”
“It’s at the request of her daughters…”
Rose felt a chill go up her spine at the sound of the photographer’s voice. It didn’t sound familiar in the least, but part of her felt that perhaps it should… “Oh, alright,” Rose huffed. “But if this wedding gets trashed like all the others… I am blaming my daughters.”
“It won’t get messed up, Rose… He’s not the Doctor,” Martha assured, letting the young man in.
The young man that stepped in was handsome enough, looked to be in his mid to late twenties, dark hair done in one of those ridiculous, floppy, styles that only the youth favoured. And his clothing sort of resembled one of the many teachers she had met over the years, and not the young hip ones, the older ones that had apparently lost most of their vision. But it somehow suited him.
“Young man you are aware that a nice jacket and bow tie does not professional looking make,” Rose teased. He was staring at her, mouth hanging open slightly, her smile faded. “Is there something wrong?”
He shook his head to clear it then gave her a grin. “You just… You’re lovely.”
“Thank you,” Rose said, beaming.
“Do you like the bow tie? I’m rather fond of it,” he asked, tugging at one side of it.
“Bow ties are cool,” Rose replied, grinning. She got the annoying feeling that she should know this young man’s face… Oh well, Chelsea had said the original had good credentials so his replacement was probably just as good… “Well, go ahead, take pictures. I’ll try to act naturally…”
Thankfully she already had half of her dress on. The sleeveless, floor length satin dress part. All she had left was the long lace jacket to polish off the “modern Victorian” look. She was vaguely aware of the soft click of the camera as Martha helped her get that part on then buttoned the three small buttons up the front.
It was possibly the most simple of her other wedding dresses, no pearls or beads, no cascading train or complicated wrap of some kind, no bulky hoops or underskirts… She liked it. Simple, elegant… “I believe I am ready,” Rose said, a bit more proper than she normally did. “I think my daughters were retrieving some things I needed.”
As if on cue, Chelsea burst in, Boudica and Sam in tow.
“Right, Mum,” Chelsea stated briskly. “I haven’t a clue what the blue Hades you had in mind for these items but… we got them. Your dress was the ‘something new’ yeah?” she brushed past the photographer. “But we decided perhaps you needed something new and blue and something old and borrowed in addition to the four things separately. Just to make sure we have all the bases covered. We want absolutely nothing unlucky to ruin this special day that you have waited… many, many decades for.”
“Oi!” Rose yelped.
“Okay well, not that many,” Chelsea amended.
“Where I’m from, there was an old Victorian rhyme -- Something Old, Something new… Something borrowed, something blue… And a silver sixpence in my shoe.”
Chelsea blinked at Rose. “What’s a sixpence?”
Rose sighed and shook her head. It was useless at times to tell her children anything about her home universe. “Do you have a dime?” Rose asked. “Or any sort of silver change?”
The photographer dug into his pockets, as did her daughters and Martha. Each shook their heads as all they came up with was copper currency.
“Oh, wait. I’ve got a sixpence,” the photographer piped suddenly. He held up the coin in the light and studied it with interest. “Looks to be early Victorian… back when they actually used them, before the big currency change made it obsolete…” He shrugged. “Wonder how that got in there…”
“You were carrying an actual sixpence in your pocket?” Rose asked. “Just at random?”
“Yes I was,” he said like it was something she should be impressed about. “Bit of luck that…” He held the coin out to her. “Consider it a gift, to remember this day by.”
Rose took the coin and grinned. “My hero,” she said, slipped her shoe off and sliding the coin in before putting her foot back in. She straightened his tie out of habit from having to do it for the Doctor and their sons over the years. “Now nothing can possibly go wrong…”
88888
Something did, indeed, go wrong.
Deep down, the Doctor and Rose felt that it wouldn’t have been their wedding without an alien invasion. Fortunately, however, they got to sit back and watch as their children took care of the threat and sent them racing back to the stars. So they just sat in the front row of seats and awaited the return of everyone that had gone to save the planet, including the photographer.
And no sooner than everyone returned an atmospheric disruption caused the sky to open up. Rain cascaded down, oblivious to the fact it was ruining Rose Tyler’s wedding. But, undeterred, Rose demanded the wedding go on as scheduled. So, with the remaining guests gathered under the makeshift altar, Rose and the Doctor officially became husband and wife.
The photographer clicked away, a broad smile on his lips. And just as the Doctor was ready to kiss his bride, a strong gust of wind tossed the tent away. Rose just laughed and kissed him anyway as the other guests ran for the house.
The Doctor pulled away and grinned broadly. “Until Death parts us.”
“And even after,” Rose added, then kissed him again.
Author: Rambling Rose / irishlullaby
Beta Babe: shadowed_gold
The Prompt: Per 25moments #25 - Kissing in the Rain
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing/Characters: TenII/Rose
Rating: All Ages
Summary: Rose and the Doctor finally say “I do”…
A/N: Last one in this series. :)
“Where the hell is the bloody photographer?”
Rose laughed softly as she heard Chelsea bellowing from somewhere within the mansion. Normally her children were all rather soft spoken, but they certainly had inherited a few of Donna’s traits from the Doctor.
Namely, they all had voices that carried very well when they yelled. If the yells and bellows for the past hour were an indication, the photographer had not shown yet and no one had heard any word as for why.
“It’ll be fine Rose, I promise,” Martha said, carefully pinning Rose’s hair in a neat bun. She carefully affixed the jewelled comb in the front side of the bun and adjusted Rose’s veil so that it sat semi-properly. “From what I saw of him, he was a young bloke… probably got caught for speeding.”
“Are you suggesting that youth and speeding are related Mrs. Tyler?” Rose asked, her tone disapproving but the grin on her face saying otherwise.
“Definitely had my share in my younger days…”
Rose chuckled softly and tried to adjust the veil to make it look right. “My Ender once told me, when he was eighteen, that he was not speeding, he had just been experiencing spontaneous acceleration in form of his foot pushing the pedal too hard.”
Martha laughed. “Even I have to admit, that is a good one.”
About that moment, Sam bellowed, “And just who the hell are you? What do you mean the one we hired couldn’t make it!” Apparently the photographer had just arrived, giving Rose and Martha a giggle as Sam and Chelsea both started in on the poor lad, demanding to know what had happened to the real photographer.
Rose chuckled softly. “Would I be insane to suggest the idea that my children are more excited about this than I am?” She made a face as the veil continued to refuse to sit right. “Try moving the comb to the back, doesn’t look right…”
Martha grinned and removed the veil then eased the comb under the back of the bun on Rose’s head. “Oh yes, much better… And I think, perhaps, your children are just happy for you and the Doctor to finally be having the wedding you always wanted…”
Rose shrugged. “The Doctor and I never needed a ceremony. We were quite happy without it. My mum had always fretted on it actually… Deep down, I think that’s why all our past weddings never worked out… we didn’t want it. We actually wanted this one.”
“But why wait so long?” Martha asked.
“It was the only thing on our ‘to-do list’ that we hadn’t done,” Rose grinned.
“The two of you had a ‘to-do list’?”
“Oh yes…” She stood and walked over to a dresser and plundered through one of the drawers. Removing a little wooden box, she returned to her settee in front of the vanity mirror. Rose opened the box and pulled out a bundle of white sheets of paper that had been folded together. She carefully infolded it and smiled as she looked down the first page of the checklist. “The Doctor made the list the first night he was here in this universe…” she sighed. “It was the things he wanted to do with me as we grew old together… Number one: Make love to Rose underneath a starry sky on the night of a full moon…” she flipped a few pages. “Number 243: Make love to Rose in an alley after we save the world from an alien threat. The first three hundred things on his list were places he wanted to make love to me.”
“That’s a bit romantic,” Martha grinned.
Rose pursed her lips. “You haven’t seen what number 132 was…” She flipped to a page closer to the front. Martha peered over her shoulder and blanched. “You’d be surprised what they let you get away with in France. It was fun. Although not fun enough to repeat…”
Martha blinked in surprise. “Well, as the saying goes… What happens in Paris, stays in Paris.”
There was rapid knock at her door. Martha hurried to the door and peered out. “She’s not done yet, give us five minutes…” she turned to Rose. “It’s the photographer, he wants to take some pictures of you before the wedding.”
“No,” Rose said sternly. “No one of the male persuasion is coming through that door or seeing me before I walk down the aisle.”
“You heard her,” Martha said firmly. “No men what-so-ever.”
“It’s at the request of her daughters…”
Rose felt a chill go up her spine at the sound of the photographer’s voice. It didn’t sound familiar in the least, but part of her felt that perhaps it should… “Oh, alright,” Rose huffed. “But if this wedding gets trashed like all the others… I am blaming my daughters.”
“It won’t get messed up, Rose… He’s not the Doctor,” Martha assured, letting the young man in.
The young man that stepped in was handsome enough, looked to be in his mid to late twenties, dark hair done in one of those ridiculous, floppy, styles that only the youth favoured. And his clothing sort of resembled one of the many teachers she had met over the years, and not the young hip ones, the older ones that had apparently lost most of their vision. But it somehow suited him.
“Young man you are aware that a nice jacket and bow tie does not professional looking make,” Rose teased. He was staring at her, mouth hanging open slightly, her smile faded. “Is there something wrong?”
He shook his head to clear it then gave her a grin. “You just… You’re lovely.”
“Thank you,” Rose said, beaming.
“Do you like the bow tie? I’m rather fond of it,” he asked, tugging at one side of it.
“Bow ties are cool,” Rose replied, grinning. She got the annoying feeling that she should know this young man’s face… Oh well, Chelsea had said the original had good credentials so his replacement was probably just as good… “Well, go ahead, take pictures. I’ll try to act naturally…”
Thankfully she already had half of her dress on. The sleeveless, floor length satin dress part. All she had left was the long lace jacket to polish off the “modern Victorian” look. She was vaguely aware of the soft click of the camera as Martha helped her get that part on then buttoned the three small buttons up the front.
It was possibly the most simple of her other wedding dresses, no pearls or beads, no cascading train or complicated wrap of some kind, no bulky hoops or underskirts… She liked it. Simple, elegant… “I believe I am ready,” Rose said, a bit more proper than she normally did. “I think my daughters were retrieving some things I needed.”
As if on cue, Chelsea burst in, Boudica and Sam in tow.
“Right, Mum,” Chelsea stated briskly. “I haven’t a clue what the blue Hades you had in mind for these items but… we got them. Your dress was the ‘something new’ yeah?” she brushed past the photographer. “But we decided perhaps you needed something new and blue and something old and borrowed in addition to the four things separately. Just to make sure we have all the bases covered. We want absolutely nothing unlucky to ruin this special day that you have waited… many, many decades for.”
“Oi!” Rose yelped.
“Okay well, not that many,” Chelsea amended.
“Where I’m from, there was an old Victorian rhyme -- Something Old, Something new… Something borrowed, something blue… And a silver sixpence in my shoe.”
Chelsea blinked at Rose. “What’s a sixpence?”
Rose sighed and shook her head. It was useless at times to tell her children anything about her home universe. “Do you have a dime?” Rose asked. “Or any sort of silver change?”
The photographer dug into his pockets, as did her daughters and Martha. Each shook their heads as all they came up with was copper currency.
“Oh, wait. I’ve got a sixpence,” the photographer piped suddenly. He held up the coin in the light and studied it with interest. “Looks to be early Victorian… back when they actually used them, before the big currency change made it obsolete…” He shrugged. “Wonder how that got in there…”
“You were carrying an actual sixpence in your pocket?” Rose asked. “Just at random?”
“Yes I was,” he said like it was something she should be impressed about. “Bit of luck that…” He held the coin out to her. “Consider it a gift, to remember this day by.”
Rose took the coin and grinned. “My hero,” she said, slipped her shoe off and sliding the coin in before putting her foot back in. She straightened his tie out of habit from having to do it for the Doctor and their sons over the years. “Now nothing can possibly go wrong…”
88888
Something did, indeed, go wrong.
Deep down, the Doctor and Rose felt that it wouldn’t have been their wedding without an alien invasion. Fortunately, however, they got to sit back and watch as their children took care of the threat and sent them racing back to the stars. So they just sat in the front row of seats and awaited the return of everyone that had gone to save the planet, including the photographer.
And no sooner than everyone returned an atmospheric disruption caused the sky to open up. Rain cascaded down, oblivious to the fact it was ruining Rose Tyler’s wedding. But, undeterred, Rose demanded the wedding go on as scheduled. So, with the remaining guests gathered under the makeshift altar, Rose and the Doctor officially became husband and wife.
The photographer clicked away, a broad smile on his lips. And just as the Doctor was ready to kiss his bride, a strong gust of wind tossed the tent away. Rose just laughed and kissed him anyway as the other guests ran for the house.
The Doctor pulled away and grinned broadly. “Until Death parts us.”
“And even after,” Rose added, then kissed him again.