DW fic: The Doctor + Two [1/2 or 3?]
Title: "The Doctor + Two"
Pairing: Ten II/Rose
Rating: K+
Length: This'll be a short story, no more than three or four chapters.
Summary: A half-human Time Lord with a new TARDIS at a Royal Wedding. Throw in a wife and kid, a page boy who isn't a page boy and one parallel universe Donna Noble...What could go wrong?
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Doctor Who, despite how hard I tried.
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Chapter One
There was something about the skinny bloke in the black suit that caught Donna Noble's eye. Not in a "I-want-a-piece-of-him" kind of way but more of a "have-we-met-before-and-no-this-is-not-a-pick-up-line" sort of way. But no…she was sure she'd remember that hair, all brown and tufted up as it was.
She had just seated Sir Elton James and had been heading to the anteroom where the other personal assistants and the like would be watching the long-awaited wedding between Catherine Middling and Prince Harry, when the barely-constrained energy of Black Suit caught her attention. She thought she had seen him hop onto the top step, just in front of the large doors to the church where the Royal Guard were overseeing the checking of invitations, and she had paused to observe him.
Surreptitiously, as much as a ginger-haired woman could be surreptitious, she moved closer to the entrance to get a better look at the man, perhaps even catch his name as he announced himself to the doorman. Fabulous, this massive flower arrangement was just right for her to stand casually behind and observe as Black Suit moved up in line to the doorman.
Grinning brightly at the impassive visage of the doorman, Black Suit whipped out something from inside his jacket and flashed it in front of the man's face. Donna initially thought it was a blank white piece of paper but in glancing again, saw the glitter of the gilded letters of the Royal Invitation. Strange that he would keep his wedding invite in his pocketbook. His cheery voice was just loud enough to reach her. "Hullo! I'm Doctor-"
Blast! She'd missed his name courtesy of an ill-timed cough from the Earl of Winchester. She had just enough sense not to glare at the lord as he walked past her impromptu stakeout spot.
"-and my plus two-well, I guess you could say, my plus one-and-a-half-"
"Hey!" came a protest from below eye level that went unheeded.
"-my wife, Rose and our son, Blade." For the first time, she noticed that Black Suit seemed to be attached to, Donna would assume, the aforementioned wife and son. Rose was a stunning blonde dressed in a beautifully cut turquoise dress, her hair left down to brush past her shoulders and the boy, probably no more than seven or eight years old, seemed to be a miniature of his father, right down to the brown messy hair and-hang on, were those trainers on his feet? Donna's wide eyes flitted from son's to father's feet. Yep, it was confirmed, they were both wearing black trainers to the bloody Royal Wedding.
The family was waved through by the doorman and they moved into the entryway. Donna caught the excited and mischievous look pass between husband and wife while the boy's neck immediately craned back as he took in the expansive ceiling of the church. She couldn't help but smile at his wondering stare; the boy mustn't get out much.
As they approached her position, she hurriedly took out her notebook, trying to look as if she had an actual purpose to being behind the large vase. "Now, let's see if I can detect it somewhere…" Black Suit trailed off as he dug something out of his pocket. It looked to be a large silver pen that-he moved his thumb on the side of it-lit up blue on one end. Who brought a glow stick to a royal function?
His wife seemed to disapprove as well. "Doctor! Put that away! We oughtta be in a more secure location that isn't surrounded by the Royal Guards," she hissed as she made a grab for his hand.
He kept the glowing pen easily out of her reach as he put it back in his pocket and he smiled down at her, seemingly amused by her caution. He bent his head and gave her a quick but openly affectionate kiss that had their son groaning, "Aw, Dad, can we not?" as the boy pressed a melodramatic hand across his eyes.
Donna couldn't help but have an immediate liking to this adorable family but, she had a sudden sense of foreboding, there was something about the wife's words that stuck to Donna, something about needing to be in a secure location not surrounded by guards? She watched out of the corner of her eye as the family moved into the main hall.
Quickly making up her mind, she walked behind them, pretending to be engrossed in the unmarked pages of her planner. Rose and Blade stayed in the back of the hall, engaging the wedding coordinator in a conversation.
Donna watched as Doctor-she paused in her thoughts, um, I guess, just the Doctor-walked the perimeter of the room, seeming completely at ease as he pulled out his silver pen again, glancing around nonchalantly. The guests in the pews were busy getting themselves settled and caught up in the excitement of the event and took no note of the man.
She saw his eyebrows shoot up as he neared the page boys lined up on the sides. A boy close to the end of the line, nearer to the altar, suddenly stiffened and looked over his shoulder, meeting the eyes of the Doctor. For a moment, neither moved except for the rounding of the blond boy's eyes and then he took off from his position and towards the nearest exit, a door conveniently set right behind him. The Doctor immediately gave chase, a wide grin spreading across his face.
The other page boys closest in line to the one who had fled looked at each other in confusion then they looked for the official who had organized them up. A sweet voice flowed from behind Donna, startling her, as she had been frozen at the abrupt departures of man and boy.
"Oh, here we are! Blade, it looks like your cousin just remembered he was s'posed to be somewhere else. While your dad's helpin' him, why dontcha just stand in his spot for a bit, yeah?" Rose walked by hastily, her hand on Blade's shoulder who had, it seemed, changed rather quickly into a page boy outfit. Donna's eyes flicked down again. Still had his trainers on, the little mite.
Rose positioned him in the empty spot and gave Blade's dark hair a motherly pat, in an unsuccessful attempt to flatten it as the boy squirmed out from under her hand. She bent to whisper something in his ear and kiss his cheek before turning and following her husband's path out the door.
Donna didn't know why she didn't just grab a guard or one of the dozen bodyguards in the area but at the moment, to be honest, since she was usually honest with herself, she just didn't think that the Doctor and his blonde wife were anyone to actually worry about. Sort of. Really.
Mentally cursing at herself, Donna took off after Rose.
Author's Note: This was my first Who fic, still unfinished and looking for inspiration...
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