Luckiest Time Lord
Title: Luckiest Time Lord
Characters/Pairing: Ten/Donna
Rating: G
Author: fading_xhopex
Summary: He hopes for once that his tux isn't unlucky.
A/N: For the weekly drabble challenge at doctor_donna. The prompt word was “white.” Also, probably AU as I am having Ianto Jones the son of Jo Grant and Clifford Jones. Cause I can.
He pulled at the corner of his white dress shirt. It was new, even though the suit was not. It felt too starchy and very uncomfortable, but then that could just be his nerves making everything seemed heightened. Jack nudged him. He glanced over at the man who stood beside him, also in a tux. "Will you, just this once, stop fidgeting?" Jack asked, with a smirk.
"I can't help it. This suit is unlucky. I'm waiting for something to go wrong. Besides, these shoes hurt." He looked down at his feet. He had wanted to wear his trusty converse, but she had insisted on proper dress shoes for this occasion.
"Well, I told you to walk around him them before hand, but you wouldn't listen to me. The almight Time Lord knows all, remember?"
"Jack? Shut up."
The Doctor looked out at the congregation of people. He was surprised that they managed to track down so many of the people he used to travel with. Ian and Barbara Chesterton and their family, his first human companions. Sarah Jane Smith and her trio of teens, K9 silent at their sides. Jo and her husband Clifford. Ironically their son now worked for Torchwood. Ace sitting front and center, in a dress of all things, something he would not have expected, even though she was known to don one now and then. And there was the Brigadier, Sir Alistair Lethbridge Stewart, Benton and Yates, even Harry Sullivan was there, as was Liz Shaw. The whole lot of them were either smiling, or just out right smirking at him. He decided maybe he could hold still just this once.
The music changed, and wedding procession started, and the nerves kicked it up to eleven. First came Silvia, escorted by one of Ian and Barbara's grandson's to her place of honor in the front row. The look on her face still unreadable. He just hoped after all this was over, there would be no slaps.
Then the rest of the wedding party. Martha, in a beautiful bronze gown with Mickey on her arm, both grinning at him in both a reassuring and happy way. They were followed by the Lady Christina de Sousa, also in Bronze, and Ianto Jones. It was still a little disconcerting how well the jewel thief and his Donna hit it off, so much so that she would ask her to in her wedding party, but she smirked and winked at him, while the ever stoic Ianto took his place next to Jack. Finally came the Maid of Honor, Donna's best mate Nerys. her dress was blue, the color meant to match the Tardis.
The music changed again. This was it, the wedding march itself. The bride would soon make her appearance. Everyone turned as the Bride and her grandfather walked through the doors of the church.
Donna was a vision in her white gown. They had it designed to be an exact replica of the one she wore when they first met. They'd even chosen the same church in Chiswick, at her mother's request. Her ginger hair hung past her shoulders, cascading beneath the sheer veil. She looked up at him, and smiled, and the nerves vanished as quickly as they came. The Doctor decided as Wilf placed her hand in his and they turned to face the minister, that he was the luckiest Time Lord on the planet.
Characters/Pairing: Ten/Donna
Rating: G
Author: fading_xhopex
Summary: He hopes for once that his tux isn't unlucky.
A/N: For the weekly drabble challenge at doctor_donna. The prompt word was “white.” Also, probably AU as I am having Ianto Jones the son of Jo Grant and Clifford Jones. Cause I can.
He pulled at the corner of his white dress shirt. It was new, even though the suit was not. It felt too starchy and very uncomfortable, but then that could just be his nerves making everything seemed heightened. Jack nudged him. He glanced over at the man who stood beside him, also in a tux. "Will you, just this once, stop fidgeting?" Jack asked, with a smirk.
"I can't help it. This suit is unlucky. I'm waiting for something to go wrong. Besides, these shoes hurt." He looked down at his feet. He had wanted to wear his trusty converse, but she had insisted on proper dress shoes for this occasion.
"Well, I told you to walk around him them before hand, but you wouldn't listen to me. The almight Time Lord knows all, remember?"
"Jack? Shut up."
The Doctor looked out at the congregation of people. He was surprised that they managed to track down so many of the people he used to travel with. Ian and Barbara Chesterton and their family, his first human companions. Sarah Jane Smith and her trio of teens, K9 silent at their sides. Jo and her husband Clifford. Ironically their son now worked for Torchwood. Ace sitting front and center, in a dress of all things, something he would not have expected, even though she was known to don one now and then. And there was the Brigadier, Sir Alistair Lethbridge Stewart, Benton and Yates, even Harry Sullivan was there, as was Liz Shaw. The whole lot of them were either smiling, or just out right smirking at him. He decided maybe he could hold still just this once.
The music changed, and wedding procession started, and the nerves kicked it up to eleven. First came Silvia, escorted by one of Ian and Barbara's grandson's to her place of honor in the front row. The look on her face still unreadable. He just hoped after all this was over, there would be no slaps.
Then the rest of the wedding party. Martha, in a beautiful bronze gown with Mickey on her arm, both grinning at him in both a reassuring and happy way. They were followed by the Lady Christina de Sousa, also in Bronze, and Ianto Jones. It was still a little disconcerting how well the jewel thief and his Donna hit it off, so much so that she would ask her to in her wedding party, but she smirked and winked at him, while the ever stoic Ianto took his place next to Jack. Finally came the Maid of Honor, Donna's best mate Nerys. her dress was blue, the color meant to match the Tardis.
The music changed again. This was it, the wedding march itself. The bride would soon make her appearance. Everyone turned as the Bride and her grandfather walked through the doors of the church.
Donna was a vision in her white gown. They had it designed to be an exact replica of the one she wore when they first met. They'd even chosen the same church in Chiswick, at her mother's request. Her ginger hair hung past her shoulders, cascading beneath the sheer veil. She looked up at him, and smiled, and the nerves vanished as quickly as they came. The Doctor decided as Wilf placed her hand in his and they turned to face the minister, that he was the luckiest Time Lord on the planet.