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I'm starting posting despite this not quite being fully finished. Thought I'd get myself into gear for posting holiday presents. First up: bas_math_girl! :D

Title: Ginger Goddess
Series: none – first part belonged to “There's The Door!”
Rating: T
Author: tkel_paris
Summary: Ten has been patiently preparing himself to meet his bride and impress her. Naturally, their first proper meeting doesn't go well. After all, she's intending to marry another.
Disclaimer: RTD clearly missed on some of the subtext created by the dynamic of Tate and Tennant.
Dedication: bas_math_girl, for Christmas. Started this back in May for you, after writing the first part Story-a-Day challenge. Love ya, Online-Mummy! (blows a kiss) Also to tardis_mole and cassikat for extremely helpful beta advice. :D
Author's Note: This started as a one-shot, but quickly grew into a story and a sequel. :D

Oh, if you haven't read Ginger Goddess, do so right now else this won't make sense. :)

Ginger Goddess, Part 2: Eager Groom, Unaware Bride

Started May 2, 2012
Chapter 1 Finished December 21, 2012


The Doctor worked on repairs, using the energy of a star about to die to power some of them. He had been a busy man since shooing Rose off.

Helping Sarah Jane Smith rescue a school run by aliens. Oh, it was good to see her again! He'd even asked her to join him for a while, but she had built a life for herself. At least she'd moved on, even if her heart hadn't quite followed suit. And she didn't blame him. No, she'd done well for herself. He could only hope Rose one day did the same.

Although he was impressed with the speed that the system found temporary teachers to fill in, he still had complaints. With so many students suddenly doing well that quickly, someone should have checked for cheating much sooner! It only made sense!

Stopping a werewolf back in Queen Victoria's era. Oh, was he glad he didn't have Rose there! She would've driven the queen mad and added another monarch to the long list of people who had a bounty placed on his head!

Although... he now knew why he'd never seen his true UNIT records until he broke in to check. They had him listed as Sir Doctor of TARDIS all these years, with a note to not tell him until after Christmas 2005. Yeah, he'd stick with just 'the Doctor', thank you very much.

But it sounded like Queen Victoria had started an organization dedicated to fighting aliens. He wasn't completely sure he wasn't among them. He thought about how things tended to happen when he wasn't ready for them to happen, and it dawned on him that his cut-off hand might be prime fodder for someone wanting to experiment on an alien. So he'd rushed back in time to locate his hand. Close call, but he'd managed to enclose it in a nutrient jar – avoiding touching the leftover regeneration energy – and escape before someone found it. And he could sense that someone was looking for whatever had fallen from the rock in the sky, if the stray thoughts he was picking up were any indication. Who knew what disaster he'd dodged that day? Or possibly created for later?

Well, given the technology he had to shut down at a place called Torchwood, named after that house from that werewolf mess, a rather big one. And surely Rose would've made it worse. He shuddered every time he thought about it. In fact, Torchwood was responsible for the Syncorax deaths, and he had to negotiate a few new treaties on Earth's behalf. UNIT knew about them. He had no idea who else did.

Helping a group of people who'd met him in various incarnations – a group who called themselves LINDA – who were looking for him. He wished he'd been able to save more of them, but he'd stopped the menace. And he'd had to dodge Rose there; she'd teamed up with members to find him. Fortunately, he ran into the ones who weren't impressed with her. Although he came close to being spotted. He figured that she'd thrown another fit when he managed to leave without her finding him. He found that he couldn't have cared less. Still couldn't.

Meeting Madame du Pompador, however...was another kettle of fish. Had his hearts not been bound to Donna, he knew he might've fallen for the woman despite her status as Louis XV's official mistress. But she'd been able to sense he wasn't available. Made it easier all the way around. Except for not getting her letter before she died. That hurt. Another death he felt guilty over without having anything to do with. At least the King hadn't faulted him, and kept silent about his existence.

Another time took him to eighteenth century Venice, where he had to rely on the help of Giacamo Casanova to halt a very strange threat. That whole day started out plain weird. He really didn't need to know that other than the eyes they looked almost exactly alike – even sounded alike under the accents. His first instinct had been to never take a companion to meet the infamous flirt.

That didn't last an hour of meeting the man. He had no idea that he'd listened to extremely inaccurate information on him. The first clue was realizing that the man had more respect for a random woman than Rose Tyler had for her own boyfriend. And he spoke of his distant mother with more respect than Rose ever accorded Jackie, even though the latter was probably more worthy of being respected in her actions toward her own child.

That was deeply shaming and humbling, learning just how wrong he was. He quickly realized that most of the activities attributed to him were fabrications of the imaginations of men angry at Casanova and determined to smear his reputation forever. And given what the Doctor himself had believed, they had done frightfully well at it.

When he left, he made sure to grab a copy of Casanova's memoirs to learn a bit more, to keep the lesson in stone. It left an even deeper mark, making him feel unworthy of the trust the man had placed in him – to the point of calling him brother.

How many others had he misunderstood to such an extreme? How many prejudices had he allowed to rule his thinking? Sometimes companions called him on them, but not often enough. Casanova had dared go beyond what all of them together had done, and the Doctor realized he probably needed that. Still, it was a bitter pill to swallow, seeing proof of how wrong he could be.

That led to a realization. He'd left Jack behind on the Game Station, among heaps of Dalek victims. He cringed, face-palming himself for such an uncaring act. Never mind what the timelines demanded – the Boe-Kind was owed an apology and explanation. Rassilon knew he wouldn't get one from Rose.

Speaking of misunderstood people, no race was more of victim of others' prejudices and assumptions than Jack's. The man had a lot more to his character than the walking hormone he acted like. It was probably an act to conceal a deep caring about others that he was forced to suppress by his own people. And probably also a result of the culturally deep shame of his creation and an equally deep pain from his own past.

It sounded very familiar to the Doctor. He also realized how alike Jack and Casanova were. The two might actually be able to commiserate over their treatment by others. A kinship that might be a balm on each man's soul.

Although the thought of such a meeting made the Doctor nervous. He remembered how Jack had flirted with his last self. Would the Boe-Kind find this him even more attractive? That could make an introduction very awkward – even though nothing would probably happen between them other than friendship. Never mind what kind of trouble story-exchanges could be. Was the universe ready for that?

Well, he'd deal with that if it came up. At least his own “brother” knew who and what he was, and could accept someone like Jack as a person. And encouraged him to find someone to keep him company. The Doctor had accidentally indicated that he would one day marry a ginger, and Casanova had beamed, encouraging him to visit when he found her. He was very curious about what sort of a woman would capture his brother's hearts, and also said that if she could heal them then he wanted to thank her. A sentiment that embarrassed the Doctor.

He instinctively felt uneasy about such a meeting, despite knowing the man wouldn't make any moves on Donna. Besides, Donna was probably much wiser about life than most of his companions had been. Maybe he'd try to make sure she'd read Casanova's memoirs before they met – seemed a wise idea, just so she didn't get the wrong impression of the man. If she couldn't read Italian (and he wasn't sure she'd know the Venicean Italian that Casanova wrote in), then the TARDIS could translate for her.

The Impossible Planet. Okay, that scared him. Nearly losing the TARDIS and encountering things so old even the TARDIS didn't know how to translate them, and that...creature. When the being demanded to know what he believed in, he merely spoke of his future wife – without naming her. Seemed to confuse the hell out of the creature.

Ironic, given who it claimed to be.

The girl possessed into drawing people. Thank goodness he could make friends anywhere – he might've been done for otherwise! And the friends he found managed to not threaten the poor girl – even though she was possessed by something they didn't understand. He knew Rose would've – she didn't have the compassion for it.

Rassilon, he needed to shake off that legacy! He couldn't have her still messing with his head like she did with his Ninth self!

And more adventures besides. Leave it at that. Focus on fixing things. Or on little fun details, like carrying the Olympic Torch. Although why had Lord Sebastian Coe yelled at him? Hadn't he saved the opening ceremony? Hmm, that would have to wait until he had the chance to learn what happened.

There, he sighed as one more long-delayed repair was finished. The Old Girl sounded like she was running better than she had in a long while. Good thing. He wanted his ship in top shape to make a good impression on Donna. A woman deserved to be treated well, and this one surely deserved nothing but the best.

Time for another adventure, he decided. Slowly, he walked around the console, flipping switches.

But the Old Girl went nowhere. Something was happening. He looked up, and his eyes widened.

Someone had materialized in his Control Room! A woman in a white dress and a veil. A wedding dress, he dimly realized. But who-? He cut his own thought off as he realized she had very familiar ginger hair and the dress looked familiar. Then she turned around and gasped as she realized she wasn't alone.

The Doctor gasped, too. Donna! She was here! In a wedding dress! It was the image he remembered from his childhood come to life! Was the universe offering her up to him on a silver platter?! “What?” he blurted unawares.

If he hadn't been so shocked, he would've known it wasn't going to be that easy. When had the universe ever been so kind to him?

“Who are you?” she cried, a hint of fear in her voice.

He blinked. “What-?” Wait, was he becoming a broken record? This wasn't part of the plan!

“Where am I?” she continued, anger taking over her tone.

“What?!” His mind was starting realize that something was very wrong here, something that demanded his attention.

Her voice rose. “What the hell is this place?!”

“What?!” The Doctor then cleared his throat, dumbfounded as a hard truth hit him. “You can't do that, I wasn't...” He paused to double-check the rotor “We're in flight! That is – that is physically impossible!” Never mind that he'd been craving the sight of her for months, but this...was impossible even for him! “How did-?!”

Donna Noble narrowed her eyes. She had been in the best mood of her life not moments before, until she saw things glowing around her and suddenly found herself in this strange golden room. “Tell me where I am. I demand you tell me right now – where am I?”

The tone was a command, and he was helpless against it. “Inside the TARDIS,” he muttered numbly.

That made no sense. “The what?”

“The TARDIS.” He had a painful feeling that he would have to explain things. And how was he going to coax her down from this high dungeon she was in?

“The what?” she repeated loudly.

He sighed, realizing he had a rough task at hand. “The TARDIS!” he exclaimed with an unaware snap, turning to the controls. She shouldn't be here the way she came, so what happened?

“The what?!?!”

The disbelief made him cringe, but he vowed to find the patience to deal with this. “It's called the TARDIS.”

Her eyes flashed. “That's not even a proper word. You're just saying things.”

The accusation hurt coming from her. She had no idea about any of this, and so he had to tread with care. “How did you get in here?” he asked as he checked the console again, changing the subject. That often worked.

She was rigid in her rage, snapping at him. “Well, obviously, when you kidnapped me.”

His head whipped to look at her in horror.

“Who was it?” she continued without pausing. “Who's paying you? Is it Nerys? Oh, my God, she's finally got me back. This has got Nerys written all over it.”

The Doctor watched her rant in shock, looking her up and down with utter confusion – and sharply keeping his desires firmly in the back of his mind. “Kidnap?! No, no, no, no, no! Never! I'd never! Not anyone, but especially-” He caught himself before he said something he wasn't ready. Instead, he quickly asked, “Who the hell is Nerys?”

“Your best friend,” she snapped, frowning at his denials. What the hell did this skinny man want?! And what was he doing?!

He shook his head vigorously. “I don't know anyone named Nerys. I swear! And – hold on, wait a minute.” His hearts sank. It was obvious she wasn't wearing that dress for him. “What are you dressed like that for?!”

“I'm going ten pin bowling.” She rolled her eyes as she said it. Then raised her voice to a yell again. “Why do you think, Dumbo?!” Her words alone pushed him backwards. “I was halfway up the aisle!”

The insults hurt by themselves, but that? Half-way up the aisle? Did that mean-? The Doctor fiddled with the controls, desperately trying to control his reactions as he looked for an answer to how she could appear.

Donna walked around, ranting. “I've been waiting all my life for this. I was just seconds away! And then you-- I dunno, you drugged me or something!”

He snapped his head up to look imploringly at her. “I haven't done anything! I wouldn't do anything like that!”

Donna wasn't having any of it. “We're having the police on you! Me and my husband – as soon as he is my husband – we're gonna sue the living backside off ya!”

The Doctor sucked in a breath, staring in shock. Husband?! No, no, no, no, no! She wasn't supposed to be married to anyone but him! Not a chance was he sharing this wonderful creature with any other male!

It halted all of his efforts at scanning. Even the TARDIS's humming stopped cold. Although... she'd said the man wasn't her husband yet, which gave him some hope he could right this yet. But even planning to get married?! He had to stop that!

Donna was too angry to care about how her words had shocked this strange man. His silence meant she could figure things out, and then she noticed the doors. Freedom! She rushed over to them.

The Doctor was jerked out of his stupor by her actions, and he hurried after her in alarm. “No, wait a minute! Wait a minute! Don't!!”

But too late -- Donna had already thrown open the doors. She froze as the sight of the super nova filled her vision. Her mouth fell open.

The Doctor, able to breathe again, carefully walked the remaining distance to stand next to her. He spoke as calmly as he could manage despite his pounding hearts making it hard for his respiratory bypass to work properly. “You're in space. Outer Space.” Repeating himself sometimes calmed people. He hoped it would work on her. “This is my... spaceship. It's called the 'TARDIS'.”

He realized then that he had no idea what she knew about or what her own views were – let alone what planet or century she was from. This was going to be much more awkward than he'd thought possible – even for him.

Donna stared at the strange colours and patterns. She remembered seeing something a bit like this through her granddad's telescope. But this was overwhelming. “How am I breathing?”

“The TARDIS is protecting us.” Keep his answers simple until she was more comfortable with him. He knew that was the key priority now – making her feel better about where she was.

“Who are you?” She had to know who she was dealing with. Her instincts weren't sure what to make of this...skinny person.

He took a slow breath. “I'm the Doctor.” He looked at her, trying to keep his gaze at her eye level and his tone genuinely curious. “You?”

After all, he couldn't admit to someone who clearly had no clue – yet – about space travel that he already knew her first name.

She was startled by the softness of his question. He actually sounded like he wanted to know about her. She wasn't used to that. Still, she glanced his way. “Donna.” She wasn't inclined to give him much else.

“Donna...?” He hoped the trailing off would clue her in. He was trying to be careful, and he knew a lot less about the moment than he really wished he could.

Donna looked at him like he'd just asked her for her life history and bust size on top. Although he was being polite, so she'd grant him an answer. “Noble.”

Donna Noble. Her name meant the noble lady, or the noble gift – depending on the origin. Very fitting. He couldn't help but look her up and down – although he tried to keep from sneaking a peak down her dress. Alas, not very well, given the low-cut design. He had to clear his throat to get himself under control. “Human?”

Now she really looked askance at him. What, did he think he was one of those aliens her granddad was always looking for in the sky?! “Yeah.” She looked him up and down. “Is that optional?”

“Well, it is for me.” He couldn't think of anything else to say. It was all he could do to not beg her right then for marriage – or even kiss her. But he had a feeling that would be counter-productive.

Donna met his eyes, stunned almost speechless. “You're an alien,” she breathed.

The shock in her eyes worried him. “Yeah.” He hoped he could talk her out of it shortly. He certainly wasn't going to point out that the alien thing was a matter of perspective; that would just be rude. Rude and not ginger he might be, but that didn't mean he didn't have a sense of self-preservation. Although he knew that some might argue the point, given some of his past recklessness.

She looked back out for a long moment, and settled on practical concerns to center herself. “It's freezing with these doors open.”

Sighing, the Doctor carefully shut them to keep her comfortable. If he was helpful, that would surely impress her. Although...how had she been able to get inside?! He gently guided her back to the console. “But I don't understand it and I understand everything!”

Donna let him move her around because the sudden gentlemanly behavior, the outright concern was throwing her off. What was this alien on about?!

The Doctor didn't notice her scrutiny. “This... this can't happen! There is no way a human being can lock itself onto the TARDIS and transport itself inside. It must be...” He looked at her, eyes widening. “Impossible. You must have been exposed to something!”

He seized an ophthalmoscope from the toolbelt hanging off one on the Console sides, and looked into Donna's eyes with it – not paying any attention to how she was struck silent with bewilderment.

“Some sort of subatomic connection? Something in the temporal field that got loose? Maybe something pulling you into alignment with the Chronon shell.” He pulled back, hands to his sides aimlessly as he kept on talking about loud. “Maybe something macro mining your DNA within the interior matrix. Maybe a genetic-”

He got no further. He was cut off by her slapping him. This him hadn't been slapped ever. His last self was slapped by Jackie – with cause, since Rose had lied about her age. But how could the woman he was going to marry even think of slapping him?! He couldn't suppress the indignation. “What was that for?!”

She'd had it with his techno-babble. So she shouted, “Get me to the church!”

He almost dropped his ophthalmoscope in shock. He spluttered a moment. “Donna! I'm just trying to-”

Donna stepped right into his personal space. “Get me to the church! Now!”

Now he saw one more element of her appeal. Rassilon, she was gorgeous when she was angry! But he knew enough about human females that he knew he had to obey. “Right,” he murmured on an undignified squeak. “Okay, I'll get you there. Maybe I can find out what happened then. Where is this... wedding?” He wasn't sure if he wanted her to notice his hesitation or not.

She all but bellowed her answer. “Saint Mary's, Hayden Road, Chiswick, London, England, Earth, the Sol System.” She looked around, scanning for any evidence that he was up to experiments or other nefarious purposes. She couldn't be the only one he'd abducted. She suspected she'd have to raise more of a fuss for him to decide she wasn't worth the trouble. He'd acted all shocked when she stopped him with a slap. Maybe... “I'm not the first, am I?” She stomped her way next to him. “How many women have you abducted?”

The Doctor, who was taking his time with putting in the instructions and trying to not look like he was delaying, looked up from the controls. He stared as earnestly as he could summon given his agitation. “Donna, I swear I've never abducted anyone! I wouldn't do that, ever, and I'd never keep anyone against their will!”

Donna scoffed. “Right. So you've had friends in here, then? Where are they?!”

He hesitated, trying to find an answer that didn't tell too much. “Some chose to leave. Some I had to leave behind. Others... I lost.” He nearly choked on the memories of a few of them. He didn't dare mention the ones who died. Some in his name.

She glared at him. “Well, you can hurry up and lose me!”

He flinched. She didn't even trust him in the slightest. Oh, were his hearts feeling like they were ready to shatter.

Donna watched him for a moment. It suddenly dawned on her that it was a sensitive topic. Her voice softened. “How do you mean, 'lost'?” And why did he look hurt when she told him to lose her?

The Doctor kept his eyes on her, knowing he couldn't hide the sadness. “It's a long group of stories. Ones I'll tell you eventually.” He had a feeling that he might have trouble keeping secrets from her.

She squirmed. That intensity was bothering her, but the phrasing caught her ear. It sounded like he already knew her from somewhere, and wanted her to stay. But where did he know her from?! And why was he acting like she was someone he knew up close and personal?! On her wedding day!! She covered her worries with a retort. “Not sure I want to be around any longer than necessary.”

Her tone made it clear what she considered necessary. He swallowed bile. “Right!” he ground out. “Chiswick.”

The TARDIS hummed at the Doctor, reminding him to not despair. They had seen his future. He just had to find a way to send the groom off without angering Donna. Surely he could manage that, right? He just had to be patient.

Chapter 2: Mad Boxes and Madder Rescues


( 19 comments — Leave a comment )
Dec. 21st, 2012 09:31 pm (UTC)
My first reaction was delighted shock that you'd dedicated this to me. Then it was delighted shock that it was a multi-chapter story. And then it was (you've guessed it!) delighted shock that you've written such a wonderful story!!! Oh my! Oh my! I don't know what I've done to deserve such a fantastic gift; but I am extremely grateful. *wipes tears away* Thank you, my beautiful online-daughter... *looks for tissues*
Dec. 22nd, 2012 01:36 am (UTC)
So speechless you can't even give specific comments?

I did good then. ;)

*hugs, offers a whole tissue box* You're welcome. On all counts. :D
Dec. 22nd, 2012 01:12 am (UTC)
Oooooh! Again with the mind-bendingly fun and original ideas! This is delicious I can't wait for more!!
Dec. 22nd, 2012 01:35 am (UTC)
Really? It's original and mind-bending? :DDDDD Will have more polished for tomorrow, then! :D
Dec. 22nd, 2012 05:45 am (UTC)
I'm loving this story so much and can't wait for more!
Yes,Donna IS the Ginger Goddess and should be the Doctor's wife and have timebabies with him! :)

And oh how I wish the Doctor had really dropped Rose off in canon the way he did here-she richly deserved it!
Dec. 22nd, 2012 12:38 pm (UTC)
Thanks. :DDDD

Got three other stories to polish right now, and I have to pick one or two others as presents for someone else, so wish me luck! :D
Dec. 23rd, 2012 03:57 am (UTC)
You're welcome! :D

Good luck with your stories!
Dec. 22nd, 2012 02:18 pm (UTC)
Poor Ten! Looks like Donna doesn't want him *pats him on the head*

Great chapter!
Dec. 22nd, 2012 02:42 pm (UTC)
She just needs time, sweetie. *pats both of you on the hand* You'll both see. ;)

Thanks! :D
Dec. 26th, 2012 01:53 am (UTC)
Squee!! Fanboying....

Oh, yes. Review. *claps hands* Bravo! More!
Dec. 26th, 2012 02:26 am (UTC)
Yes, I know you were looking forward to when I posted this one. And I posted Chapter 4! :D
Dec. 26th, 2012 02:27 am (UTC)

Dec. 26th, 2012 02:30 am (UTC)
Did I mention that I started posting sykira's Christmas present...? :DDDD
Dec. 26th, 2012 02:38 am (UTC)
*perks* Which one is that?
Dec. 26th, 2012 02:47 am (UTC)
It's called "Seals of Love". She's noticed, and already pimping it out even though she hasn't read it yet. :D I love being called marvelous. :DDDDDD
Dec. 26th, 2012 02:49 am (UTC)
Ah, yes. Saw that one. :)
Dec. 26th, 2012 02:58 am (UTC)
I do want to know your thoughts on how it sounds, because I was in a hurry to fill out some things so I could post it. When you have the chance. :)
Carolyn Harrison
Apr. 10th, 2015 12:53 am (UTC)
Poor Doctor! He finally meets his 'Ginger Goddess' and she's getting ready to marry another man. I do like the fact that even though Donna is scared she can still see that the Doctor is acting like a gentleman towards her.

Oh if only Rose hadn't been in those episodes you mentioned! The Doctor's life would have been so much easier!

The Doctor really does need to apologize to Jack for leaving him on the Station.
Apr. 11th, 2015 04:10 am (UTC)
He could take it as proof the universe hates him. He has to suffer a while before getting his reward.

Amen. Imagine Mickey. Or even Jackie. Or better still... Donna. :D

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