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FIC: The Foreseen Wife (7/8)

Title: The Foreseen Wife
Rating: T (with a DVD extra rated MA)

Author: tkel_paris
Summary: In a world where Gallifrey survived the Time War, the Doctor must remarry. Only his wife will bear many responsibilities for helping rebuild and protect time. Not sure where to start, he gives Sarah Jane the power to choose. How will she pick? Written for bas_math_girl's birthday.
Required Disclaimer: This is a humorous twist on several ideas I've seen, built around one I thought of. So I don't own the characters within.
Dedications: BMG, of course! And... I suppose Juno_Inferno because of “Cosmic Love”, which fed a little into Muse's thinking about this story. And my beta for this work: tardis_mole. You really know how to make a girl feel better about what she thought was crack-fic. :D
Author's Note: Utter silliness that would NEVER have been canon. Written solely to amuse BMG. And hopefully my other readers. It clearly entertained TM, who apparently had a late breakfast because it was “compelling”. I don't encourage anyone to skip or have late meals, even if the effort is to my benefit. But I owe you one, TM. Thank you.

And for the bits I made you wait for. ;D

Chapter One / Chapter Two / Chapter Three / Chapter Four / Chapter Five / Chapter Six

Chapter Seven: Duty Bound
Finished September 14, 2013

“In the traditions of the bride,” the Vicar continued, “Theta, please take the ring, take her left hand and place the ring on her finger.”

The Doctor picked up the smaller of the two rings, gently rested Donna’s left hand in his and slid the ring part way along her finger. Her hands were well looked after, he noticed. She had not been familiar with menial work, but they had not been idle. They were nimble and long, soft and smooth. Gentle hands. He had only heard a few words come from her lips so far, muffled as they were by the thick veil. He wondered what she looked like. His hearts both flipped over hoping she was like the woman of his dreams. But he had to put aside childish fantasies now. This was reality, his moment.

He had rehearsed this, with some of Donna’s family in evidence. But Donna could have been in the room for all he knew. There were several people there, including Alice Coltrane who had been her stand-in. Alice's parents had stood in for Donna's.

Until he lifted the veil he wouldn’t know. And he was shaking with nerves.

“Donna, I give you this ring as a sign of our marriage. With my body I honour you, all that I am I give to you, and all that I have I share with you, within the love of God, Father, Son and Holy Spirit.” He slipped the ring to its final position on her finger and released a pent-up breath.

Jack lifted the cushion to Donna’s left hand and she grasped the ring. She felt the Doctor’s hand there again. She could tell it was his. She slid the ring half way up his finger and recited the words she had memorised. “Theta, I give you this ring as a sign of our marriage. With my body I honour you. All that I am I give to you, and all that I have I share with you, within the love of God, Father, Son and Holy Spirit.”

The Vicar nodded. “In the presence of God and before this congregation, Donna and Theta have given their consent and made their vows to each other. They have declared their marriage by the joining of hands and by the giving and receiving of rings. I therefore proclaim that they are husband and wife.” He clasped their left hands together and lifted them between them and added. “Those whom God has joined together let no one put asunder,” he warned, unwittingly glaring at the mute blonde standing transfixed half way up the aisle.

K’anpo spoke as the Vicar let go of their hands, which stayed where they were. He wrapped a silk cloth in the colors of the House of Lungbarrow around their wrists, the physical symbol of the next part. “You have each given and taken in marriage, but in bond there is a higher order and a higher understanding. To be bonded as one flesh and one mind there must the ultimate revealing, the true heart of a Gallifreyan can only be uttered by man to woman. Marriage can truly be broken by death, but for those who walk in Eternity there must be a way back to each other beyond the grave. Our forefathers taught us to believe in the Hereafter, that the heart lives on after death, another plane of existence awaits our souls. Love is of the heart and has no ending. Death may stop the heart, but it cannot stop the mind. Your rings of gold have no ending. Like the binding of your hands, let your minds also be bound in Union Unending.”

Donna remembered this from the rehearsal, where Jack had stood in for the Doctor. He and K'anpo had cautioned her that this would be nothing like anything she had ever experienced or imagined. She braced herself for the mental shock.

K'anpo looked at the Nobles. “Geoffrey and Sylvia of Chiswick, do you give your consent for your daughter to be bonded?”

They had been told what to say, as one. “Consent is given.”

“Heradvoratrelundar and Zeusinadtorabi of Lungbarrow, do you give your consent for your son to be bonded?”

“Consent is given.”

The Doctor felt a door opening in his head. He knew his part. When K'anpo nodded, he leaned in and whispered into Donna's right ear.

They both gasped as the bond formed, letting them see into each other's thoughts and memories. They had to grip each other to stay standing.

Donna saw a man weighed down by a schooling he hated, traditions he despised, more than one bonded marriage that left him wary of the state, the pain of exile, losing the people who traveled with him, the agony associated with nine regenerations, the disappointments in his people, the horrors of the Time War (which she only had glimpses of), and the responsibilities he had to take on to keep his planet going. She felt so sorry for him and wanted to be his support, that person he needed to stop him or guide him.

The Doctor saw a woman who was forced to hide her intelligence, told that the things she was interested in were not a lady's business, who sorely wished for siblings, but had lost them to a fire, just as the seer had foretold, who struggled with feeling she was nothing like the desired appearance in a woman (and he really took note of the ginger part), who struggled with a wanderlust that kept her hopping from temp job to temp job, and the fears that drove her to this day.

As they recovered enough to stand unaided, K'anpo announced as he freed their hands from the cloth, “Let all know that these two are bonded.” As soon as he said it, a Cloyster bell was rung in three groups of three, each one to symbolise the Christian Godhead and the Triumvir of Galllifrey, to announce the bonding.

He stepped back as the bell went silent, to let the Vicar speak. “Doctor, you may now see the bride.” The rest of the ceremony would be easier on Donna if she could see, so this was the chosen moment.

That freed the Doctor's impatience. His hands shook as he reached for her veil and flipped it over her head. And he sucked in his breath. It was her. In wordless wonder he instantly and utterly adored her hair. It was the best ginger he had ever seen. Impulsively he reached out to touch it as if fearing it would break.

Donna took a moment to take him in. He might not have been what she always thought of right away as handsome, but her husband's face was one that she realized would grow on her easily. His eyes were the loveliest shade – brown with gold – and his hands were gentle. He definitely liked her hair. She just hoped that he wasn't as skinny as he looked.

“Hello, Theta,” she whispered with a smile. She had him completely flummoxed, and she thought she could really like that.

But he was silent not just from her ginger beauty. This was the woman he'd seen in the Umtempered Schism as a child! Sarah Jane had managed to find the woman he had thought was a dream, a fantasy. And now she was his!

Well, nearly. They still had the admonition and the register to sign first. He tried very hard not to hear the zinging of his blood and the impatience of his nethers. Now he was so glad Sarah Jane and Jack had insisted on the penguin get-up, with dimensionally controlled pants. He'd almost forgotten to be worried about how much time Jack seemed to spend around Sarah Jane.

The Vicar and K’anpo moved back a little and the Doctor guided Donna to kneel beside him where cushions had been hastily placed for this moment. They kept their hands linked. There both priests laid a hand each on their bowed heads, with K'anpo ensuring that he did not accidentally create any telepathic links.

The Vicar spoke first. “Blessed are you, O Lord our God, for you have created joy and gladness, pleasure and delight, love, peace and fellowship. Pour out the abundance of your blessing upon Theta and Donna in their new life together. Let their love for each other be a seal upon their hearts and a crown upon their heads. Bless them in their work and in the companionship; awake and asleep, in joy and in sorrow, in life and in death. Finally, in your mercy, bring them to that banquet where your saints feast forever in your Heavenly home. We ask this through Jesus Christ, your Son, our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God now and forever.”

“Amen,” said the room.

This time River added her voice, stunning Rose.

K’anpo gave his blessing. “By the light of our forefathers who were led from darkness into the light of knowledge under the Crown of Rassilon, he who gave us life, he who brought us the law and he who gave us the Eternities. By the prophecy of our fellows who were once lost, may you find healing in each other. Be this moment the gateway to renewal and bonding to you both and to Gallifrey. By the Keys of both Pythia and Rassilon, may it be so.

They removed their hands as the room repeated, “May it be so.”

At K'anpo and the Vicar's nod, Zeus walked before the congregation and lifted his hands heaven-ward in supplication. “By our forefathers who walked apart and in misunderstanding, standing now as one beneath the Eye and in the Sight of the Eternities, may this moment be the first to rejoin all our peoples, may it be blessed indeed by healing and by the grace of all that is sacred may be it joyful and bountiful. By our forefathers may this be a new beginning. May it be so.”

He stepped aside, letting Geoffrey take his place. Geoffrey pressed his hands together. “Heavenly Father, I stand before you and pray, through our Lord Jesus Christ that he would grant you, according to the riches of his glory, to be strengthened with might by his Spirit; that Christ may dwell in your hearts by faith; that you, being rooted and grounded in love, may be able to comprehend with all saints what is the breadth, and length, and depth, and height; and to know the love of Christ, which surpasses knowledge, that you might be filled with all the fullness of God. Now unto him that is able to do exceeding abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that works in us; unto Him be glory in the church by Christ Jesus throughout all ages, worlds without end. Amen.”

Then Donna and the Doctor stood to sign the register before the altar. Then Donna's friends, Alice and Mooki, signed as the two witnesses from Earth. Andred and Carismoranadurindar, Keeper of The Worshipful and Ancient Law of Rasslion, signed as the two witnesses from Gallifrey.

The Vicar spoke to the couple, showing the sign of the cross. “God the Father, God the Son, God the Holy Spirit, bless, preserve and keep you; the Lord mercifully grant you the riches of his grace, that you may please him both in body and soul, and, living together in faith and love, may receive the blessings of eternal life.”

The congregation chimed, “Amen.”

K’anpo gave his final blessing. “May this moment be brought to the hearts of all, bond and unbond, both slave and free, man, woman and child, hereafter and before, in all times and in all places, sealed before the Great Face of Rassilon, before lords and presidents, and before the lowliest of lessers. Be for others as you would have them be to you, be for each other all that should be and vowed before the eyes and ears of all. Be this now and forever, eternal and unbroken, until the end of time.”

Everyone except Rose said a heartfelt, “May it be.”

There was a hush now, as the Doctor stood looking at her, or rather drinking her in, as if unsure what he should be doing next. He was vocally silent long enough that Donna got wind of his thoughts.

“What's that about you seeing me when you were a child?”

The sound of her voice snapped his restraint. He cupped her face in his hand and kissed her. He was all but moaning into it as her pheromones were even stronger up close, and his arms slid to embrace her.

Stunned, Donna let her arms wrap around him as he made her dizzy from the force and desire behind the kiss. Her foot lifted slightly behind her, a sure sign of being swept away. She felt every bit of his passion, and the thoughts she was now getting about what he wanted to try were simply pornographic.

Not that she was going to complain. Yet.

Sarah Jane heaved a sigh of relief. She'd chosen rightly. And it looked like the physical part would be no problem for the Doctor. Jack was smirking more than ever, feeling a bit envious and sorry that Donna had no sister. Even though his eyes were no longer wandering, except toward Sarah Jane. And she had been pretending to not notice, uncertain how she felt about it.

K'anpo and the vicar exchanged surprised looks, and they knew that this was a bit much for the congregation, no matter the species. They cleared their throats since the kiss was lasting so long.

Only the Doctor swept Donna into his arms and managed to walk into the TARDIS, all without breaking the kiss or hitting her with the door. The TARDIS gave an amused chime as he shut the doors with one foot.

Jack, having had to tug Sarah Jane back to avoid them both being trampled in the Doctor's eagerness, lifted his wrist to check his watch. Not that he needed to, but more for show. “Ten seconds from when the TARDIS fully dematerializes.” He barely got the words out when the TARDIS started doing just that.

He also ignored how devastated Rose looked. River seemed saddened but resigned. Rose could learn from her example. Hopefully nothing bad. He also noted that Jackie frowned at the ten second thing. Oh, that was why the Doctor said he'd do that once he knew Rose would be there.

Andred was not the only Gallifreyan blushing, but he was thinking about whether Human females' pheromones were extra potent to a male Time Lord. He wondered if the reverse was true. He had never thought to ask his wife. Although it seemed he might have reason to ask Jack's Alice. Perhaps sooner than he knew. And he was certain he had felt a tug from her mind in his.

Jack was about to announce when ten seconds had passed when the TARDIS engines sounded. They watched and waited as the Old Girl reappeared.

The Doctor opened the doors, letting Donna out first. She had removed her veil and the layer of white lace from her gown, and her hair was now showing its natural curls. Only the Humans and Boe-Kind understood that it meant she'd had to bathe. She was otherwise unadorned as she would receive the office of Queen, with all the symbols it required. Her necklace shone like a beacon, drawing gasps from her family. He, now wearing the robes of his clan, an orange floor-length banyan over a red shirt and loose-fit trousers, with the pendant displaying the Seal of Rassilon, the symbol of his office, against his chest, followed her out and closed the doors. He also carried the Rod of Rassilon in his right hand, only because the coronation protocol decided upon called for it. And they were both grinning widely.

K'anpo nodded. “Follow as we shall crown our new Queen.”

The Doctor offered his arm to Donna. He ignored Jack's whisper to Sarah Jane. “I know this one's a bit vain, but he's practically walking like a peacock!”

Sarah Jane covered her mouth to hide a grin.

Donna raised an eyebrow at her husband as she accepted the escort, and rested her right hand and forearm on his.

He grinned. Well, I've never been better-looking.

She rolled her eyes. Careful, Sunshine, or I'll knock your ego down a bit publicly.

He wisely just followed K'anpo.

The Gallifreyan priest led the entire gathering into the adjacent hexagonal-shaped building called the Panoptigon, through the gardens that had been repaired and regrown. Donna felt her breath taken away at the sight. Colors that should not be natural blooming freely, species more beautiful than anything on Earth next to species that could have come out of some bad sci-fi movie (which made her wonder if some Time Lords had been careless in previous visits to Earth), and birdcalls that had to hit notes she couldn't hear. She had so many questions for her new family once this was all over.

The new hall of rule reminded Donna of images that seemed straight out of Tolkien. She wondered if Peter Jackson had managed to get a glimpse of the plans when he was designing the visions for his trilogy, because it seemed to combine the most beautiful aspects of Edoras with the grand majesty of Minas Tirith. And there in the middle was the throne. It looked like a shining marble with carvings and gems built in that simply forced your eyes to look.

The Doctor had been in this room many times since they'd finished reconstruction. He sat in the Lord President's chair, right beside the Queen's, many times before, but this was now different. Donna made it different. Maybe at her side he could finally come to some peace with his role because she had some actual ideas about how to handle the situations they were facing.

He had to grin even wider. The Time Lords had no idea what was about to hit them. They wouldn't know what to do at first. But they had to accept it. He almost felt sorry for them – Donna was about to whip Gallifrey into shape emotionally and spiritually. And possibly physically, though he kept that image well in check.

He almost thought the Prophetess was smiling at him. Then he hoped she had no clue of all the things he'd done with and to Donna. Gallifreyans probably weren't ready to become that indecent. Not that it was indecent. They were married, after all. And he still had a long way to go before he had scratched the surface of his long list of things he wanted to try.

The Coronation itself would be done by the Prophetess, with K'anpo, whose training on Earth made his calming wisdom invaluable to a war-torn and war-weary society, giving a blessing. The gathering filled the room while the Doctor stopped with Donna, waiting for their cue to come forward. Once K'anpo signaled them, the couple walked the path to the thrones.

The Doctor stopped near the foot of the steps and squeezed Donna's hand. Courage, love.

Donna took a deep breath. Destiny, here I come. She squeezed his hand back before letting go as he released her hand. She walked the very short distance to the steps and stopped before them, facing the throne.

K'anpo announced what he was doing as much for the sake of the Humans as for the Gallifreyans. “This is a specially treated water, purified to anoint the ruler in the ways of old. I anoint Donna Lungbarrow's forehead, the place of wisdom, and collarbone, in place of the heart, the image of emotional knowledge, in blessing for her reign.” He then bowed before her, and stepped aside.

In doing so, he was signaling the submission of the Gallifrey created by Rassilon to Donna's rule. Now for the descendants of the Pythia, the Karnaans, to show their submission through the Prophetess.

Here was the moment that the Doctor dreaded the most. The objects handed to Donna each had incredible power and psychic weight. Their combined influence could drive her mad or, if they rejected her, kill her. He could not rest easy until he knew she would be fine.

Then the Prophetess stepped forward to stand in front of Donna. Her attendants carried items. The first was on a stretcher, a gorgeous thick cloth that to Donna evoked the image of Faramir's mother's cape with the silver star-like shines to it, adorning the deep summer-night fabric. The Prophetess announced, “This is the Robe of Pythia, created at the dawn of Time itself, from the starlight and The Void, woven in the Rift at the Heart of the Medusa and bound by the breath of the Eye of Harmony. It is the oldest and holiest relic on Gallifrey.

While the Humans murmured amongst themselves, Donna remembered that this was said to hypnotize or subdue someone in the wearer's presence. So anyone with a sudden and violent outburst could be rendered immobilized enough to be helped or removed from the vicinity. She hoped to never have to use it.

The Prophetess placed the heavy robe of the Queen on Donna's shoulders. More than a few Gallifreyans wondered if she could handle that, but Donna's diving background meant she was stronger than she looked. Her weight was not fat. It was muscle. But what made Donna shake for five long seconds was its psychic weight. It felt like she was being tested.

Another attendant stepped forward once the others stepped back, holding out a tray with an obvious sceptre on it. It looked like the Queen’s sceptre in the Tower of London; it was a rod made of solid silver that tapered toward the upper end where sat a lattice ball of woven red, yellow and white gold bands coming together at the top to cradle a neon-blue Blue Point Star, the only one in existence and easily four times larger that the White Point Star set in the top of the Rod of Rassilon in the Doctor’s hand. “This is the Sceptre of Rule, a symbol nearly always with the Queen.”

Donna had learned it was the focusing cell of the High Coven, the Karnaan government, acting much like a canon. On its own it had the ability to project a psionic wave at a single person, strong enough to kill. She hoped to figure out how to keep it on stun, since that could be useful. As it was placed in her hands, she shuddered for about ten seconds before recovering herself. She took several deep breathes. This was harder than she'd thought.

Then another attendant brought out a crown shining brighter than anything any Human had ever seen. There were gems clearly impossible to be created on Earth, and the metal resembled silver but was much brighter. Gasps burst from the Humans, and the Gallifreyans and Boe-Kind had wide eyes. The Prophetess reverently picked it up. “This is the Crown of Pythia. The ultimate source of power to the Queen.”

Donna also knew it aided in increasing the psychic energy of the High Coven and in that way could affect an entire planet with their thought, be it a Curse or whatever. It, combined with the Sceptre, was likely how the Curse had been implemented because together they could impose on the planet the wearer was on. On its own it allowed the sharing of minds within a coven. She also learned that it and the Sceptre might be able to project onto another planet altogether.

This was the moment. The Crown had been saved from Karn, and before that Gallifrey, and it – like the Crown of Rassilon – had been known to kill pretenders to the role. Even though the Prophetess foresaw her as Queen, the Doctor would not rest easy until he saw Donna handling the burdens of the Crown. Mercifully once it had accepted her right to rule, she wouldn't have to wear it regularly – just like him and the Crown of Rassilon.

Many Gallifreyans, and Donna's own family, held their breaths as they watched the Prophetess raise the Crown, and then slowly lower it onto Donna's head.

Donna cried out as she felt a mental weight slam onto her. She staggered to one knee, her free hand flying to her head.

Gasps and cries of horror erupted from the Gallifreyans. Screams erupted from many Humans, none louder than Sylvia's.

The Doctor fell to his knees, gasping for breath and turned ashen. He couldn't touch her or even reach out to her through their bond. He had never felt more powerless. Not even during the War.

Donna had a clue what Harry Potter must have felt when the sorting hat was placed on his head. Only Harry was lucky – it was a war going on in her head.

So you think you have the right to wear me, Human?

The female voice was scratchy, as if she hadn't spoken in a long time. It was likely the voice of the Queen who forged the Crown originally, the first Queen of Gallifrey, Pythia of Old. Its anger flew through Donna's body, and she felt her eyes glow.

Answer me!

Donna drew on her reserves to respond. The Prophetess foresaw me. She says I have the right, and I am bonded to the Lord President.

The Lord Presidents have crushed the power of the Queen. You think they would truly accept you?

I know they already have. They believe the Prophetess, and they need me. I will see Gallifrey rise from its ashes, be reborn and thrive. And I need you to help me!

The Crown was silent, but not willing to give in. Neither would Donna. If it hadn't tried to kill her outright yet, then it was more unwilling to permit a Human to control its power.

Suddenly something reached out to Donna in her mind, giving her added strength, and a man's voice spoke to both of them.

The Pendent would have rejected her if she had no right to wear you. She is bonded to my wearer, and I acknowledge her as Queen Donna of Gallifrey, my ruler.

Donna felt the Crown's shock as they both realized the source of the voice. The Crown of Rassilon, speaking in the voice of its creator.

Finally the Crown of Pythia relented, and the glow faded from Donna's closed eyes. She opened them, her eyes alight and strong. She got back to standing and met the Prophetess' eyes evenly, smiling.

Cries of relief spread through the room. The Doctor's hand covered his hearts and he staggered to his feet, finally able to breathe easier.

The Prophetess smiled proudly at her. Looking up to the assembly she proclaimed, “Now begin the days of the Queen. Long may they last.” She bowed, and then stepped down and aside, joining K'anpo.

Donna knew that was her cue to step to the throne's level. She did, took a deep breath, wondering if Aragorn in the movies felt just like she did (which he didn't seem to feel in the books, she recalled), and gathered all her courage. She turned to face her new people and give her first speech.

Her family gasped. The robes and crown and necklace combined with the changed marital state – the glow she had since walking out of the blue box – to make her more beautiful than ever. For the first time Sylvia saw a woman who could change the universe by kind words or force of will if need be. And she had those powerful items at her disposal to enforce her will when necessary.

Once Donna gave her first speech as Queen, then a reception would take place. Something that Sylvia had insisted on, to create an atmosphere of celebration. Hera had agreed since the Prophetess had foreseen a revival under the Queen's leadership, and that the Lord President would grow into his role at last. Zeus had heartily approved upon hearing that.

Donna had thought long and hard about what she would say to a people who lived so much longer, who hid that they could cheat death in a sense, who had survived a war more horrible than anything she could imagine, and who lacked the simple knowledge of their own emotions. She'd asked Jack, Sarah Jane, and her own family for advice as she searched for the words that would start the vital healing journey. She was trusting that some healing had already started, but she doubted that they had got very far. And she had seen two things as the Crown had accepted her, which she knew she had to share.

“I know I'm of a species that your traditions say should be looked down upon as a bunch of stupid apes. I know that I will likely not live long enough to see the fruits of our labours together in rebuilding this world. There are things that only my bond with my husband will permit me a glimpse of. I saw in his mind the stories of Gallifrey and what it once was. I saw the great Citadel in its glass dome. And I saw great valleys of red grass and silver-leafed trees. On my home-world only the foolish think that you can go back to a so-called Golden Age. The truth is usually that things were not as great as we believe they were. I understand that even the oldest amongst us did not witness the events that first hurt Gallifrey, that caused the divide between the Keepers of Light and the Keepers of Magic. Even as I see the problems that caused the Last Great Time War I also see a potential. That you can see time creates a burden, this I understand – though perhaps not as well as I would like. I have tried to learn all I can within the short time given to me from the moment I consented to this role. I know that this world feels lost where emotions are concerned, that there is some enemy within each of you. It has caused problems given the ways that developed after the Curse. But I promise you this: emotions are not so scary once you learn what it is you're feeling and perhaps why. And as much as this planet's people are responsible for protecting Time and Space, know that you cannot remain fixated on the past or the future. Ignoring the present is the worst thing anyone on my home-world can do, and I suspect that we will find the same holds true here. This will be a difficult road for us all, but I know that all of you, my new people, will thrive on the challenge. We will go on. We will live. We will remember. What else can we do? It may fall to my daughter and her daughter to see this through, but I know this planet will rise to become strong again. And the final Keys will be restored to us within the next three months as the resistance movements surrender.”

Gasps flew throughout the room, all from the Gallifreyans. The Doctor raised his eyebrow. Could she mean the Book of Old Time, and the Scrolls of Magic, which had been missing ever since the fall of the Pythia?! It was said that the latter could enable the birth of new TARDIS, and give them the energy they needed to create the living entity at the heart of each one, to feed the entities already living. The first could make the Looms work again, and had been the only hope for reviving Gallifreyan fertility. Between those two things, the Curse would surely be lifted!

Donna smiled widely. “Let us begin, in peace and as a team.”

There was a moment of silence, and then the most shocking thing happened. Hera and the Prophetess started clapping. It slowly spread, the Gallifreyans taking their cues from the Humans who were rather into the action.

Sylvia Noble was crying. The little ginger-nut she'd been afraid to get close to, despite being her only surviving child, had blossomed into the extraordinary woman before her. She could finally see that her daughter's choice would work out so much better than she could have imagined. She had to smile wider at the enthusiasm of her father, husband, and the people Donna could truly call friends.

The Doctor was impressed. Donna had managed to show even the most hardened of his people that she was a force for good, a force for change, a force to be reckoned with, and a force for their benefit, and that she was going to lead with respect for the past and an eye for the future whilst showing them how to stop to enjoy the details of the present, of life, again. It was a promising beginning.

To the side, all but ignored completely, River Song looked on as the Doctor was silently summoned to stand at his throne and be the first of the High Council to pay homage to the Queen. She marveled at the sight of him taking the Queen's outstretched hand and bowed his head over it, dropping a kiss that made the Queen smirk. The Oncoming Storm, the man feared across the universe, was under the thumb of a Human woman. A woman who was plainly suited to guide the planet. The Doctor was right – she, River Song, did not suit him. No matter his incarnation. She had misunderstood how he acted. Just like the girl next to her.

Rose would've been silent even had she not been mute. The Doctor's alienness had never been more apparent than it was today, and she felt the last of her fantasies evaporate. Especially as the Queen joyfully announced the celebration could begin.

It signaled that she would have to work. And River made her look bad.

Although the sight of the Queen tugging the Doctor in for a kiss that he eagerly returned made her sick. Not that it would help her.

Chapter Eight: Another Chapter Begins


( 19 comments — Leave a comment )
Sep. 14th, 2013 06:00 pm (UTC)
Saturday, 14 September 2013
User merryghoul referenced to your post from Saturday, 14 September 2013 saying: [...] (7/8) [...]
Sep. 14th, 2013 08:29 pm (UTC)
So... That DVD extra. I can only imagine its what happened in those "ten seconds". Where?
Sep. 14th, 2013 11:29 pm (UTC)
*sighs* It's still in progress. When I write smut, I have high expectations of the final product, so... I need more time with it. The final part of this story proper will be posted tomorrow (or later today, given the UTC listing for the times). And we'll see whether BMG wants to see extra scenes beyond that.

But I know how I'd feel in your shoes, so I am working on it.
Sep. 15th, 2013 01:26 am (UTC)
Ten seconds indeed...

Their reactions to each other were priceless. And the kiss. Wow. Again...those must have been some ten seconds. =D Of course they could have been gone for months. *snort*

Ah...Donna has come into her own. She is perfect for Queen.

Loved it.

~Ali ♥
Sep. 15th, 2013 04:50 am (UTC)
Hey, given how Rose had claimed to her mother that she could be back seemingly in ten seconds and never was, I had to use that. ;)

And you know HE wouldn't have minded being gone for months going down that list of his. *giggles* But I doubt she would let him. *snickers*

Yes, she has. :DDDD

Thank you. *hugs*
Sep. 15th, 2013 07:53 am (UTC)
Donna was meant for the Doctor all along! YAY! Glad he was able to hold back a "What? What?! WHAT?!" reaction and thoroughly snogged her instead.

the thoughts she was now getting about what he wanted to try were simply pornographic. Not that she was going to complain. Yet. LOL! Oh dear, that DVD extra should be interesting, indeed. The Doctor has a pr0n library in his head...and now Donna does too, I suppose. *fans self*

Aw, Queen Donna! She's come so far, and I'm glad Sylvia finally sees how brilliant she is.

Oh, was there an implied flicker of a Jack/SJ vibe, or am I imagining things?

Anxiously awaiting for the last part...and the bonus features. :)
Sep. 15th, 2013 05:49 pm (UTC)
Well, maybe he was too shocked to even speak. So the kiss was the only thing his lust-filled mind could think of. ;D

*snickers* After what Jack probably put him through I'd bet he'd have some INTERESTING things flying through his mind. And I hope you'll be needing to fan yourself more when I finally do finish the Extra. :DDD

And the best part? It's only the beginning for her. And him. :DDDD

You didn't imagine it. ;)

Will do my best to get it finished. The last chapter will be posted later tonight, after my work.
Sep. 15th, 2013 02:12 pm (UTC)
What a beautiful ceremony!!! And the kiss.... *happy sigh*

If we don't get a DVD extra that covers those transcendental ten seconds I may be forced to kill you; you do know this, right? *practises my evil laugh & then snickers* I want to know which option the Doctor went with first from his Big Book of Sexual Positions (or did he wait to grow the beard first?).

Queen Donna should definitely be adored by him; this felt quite right. And the fact that River agreed with this arrangement and Rose felt pig sick only adds to my delight. :D

Thank you!!!!!
Sep. 15th, 2013 05:46 pm (UTC)
Yes, I'm very proud of that ceremony. Give some thanks to my beta for the invaluable info. :)

*snorts* Oh, you will, eh? Good thing that DVD extra is in progress. Just want to get the points right, if you know what I mean? I have some high standards for smut it seems. And you'll see about the points and the beard. :P

Absolutely! To all the points! ;DDDDDD

*hugs* You're very welcome. :DDDD
Sep. 16th, 2013 10:31 am (UTC)
You have that book? Those sketches were quite amusing, actually.... Those ten seconds could have been an eternity for them, so maybe he did have time to grow the beard, then shave it off!

Edited at 2013-09-16 02:32 pm (UTC)
Sep. 16th, 2013 11:05 am (UTC)
No, I don't have that book; but a friend showed it to me back in the 80s. For some reason I remember it very well!!! ;D True, he could have grown multiple beards in that time *daydreams about DT with a beard* *sighs*
Sep. 16th, 2013 12:43 pm (UTC)
That's right... it was from the 80s! Ahh, newlywed days.... actually, beards can be very nice, as long as they are kept clean and neat.
Sep. 16th, 2013 06:01 pm (UTC)
*groans* Lordy, Mummy! :D

I can't say I've seen that version. Heard PLENTY of complaints about the sketches from my mother. And I believe it's from the 70s. I own a 30th anniversary edition a friend got for me, and that was... almost ten years ago.

*sighs* Two more days until Broadchurch, part 7...
Sep. 16th, 2013 06:21 pm (UTC)
Really? They had a 30th anniversary edition? How could I have missed that?

Right you are... it was published in 1972, I was quite young to get my own copy at that time, wasn't until the late 80s, but it is clearly an early 70s publication.

Edited at 2013-09-17 12:20 am (UTC)
Sep. 17th, 2013 12:01 am (UTC)
It would explain the sketches, wouldn't it? :)
Sep. 17th, 2013 07:15 am (UTC)
Indeed it would!

Sep. 16th, 2013 10:42 am (UTC)
On to the big reveal, and she was the one he saw in the Untempered Schism. Perfect! Good thing for everyone he was wearing those dimensionally controlled pants. The rest of the ceremony for both marriage and binding, his thoughts about what he wanted to do hitting Donna's mind was amusing, and Donna's comment at the end finally spurred him into action. Nothing like a Time Lord in a hurry! Everyone out of the way, this guy is on a mission!

It's clear that they established camaraderie (as well as something else) while they were in the TARDIS. I bet the yoga came in handy for that as well. Gotta keep in shape and flexible!

The coronation ceremony was grand, yet very scary for Donna, and it was clear the Doctor feared for her life as well. In the end, though, of course she came through, and the Lord President was the first to pay her homage as she took the throne after her speech (lovely speech, too). I absolutely adored her smirk after the Doctor bowed and kissed her hand.

Rose will need to come to terms with things eventually, it will make things much easier for her life.
Sep. 16th, 2013 05:57 pm (UTC)
Yeah, could you imagine his mortification if his wood had shown? *snorts* Couldn't do that to him. He was already nervous enough. *giggles* I'm remembering your comments. They might just inspire something someday. :DDDD

Yes, that extra is going to be interesting, won't it? ;)

It grew scarier as the revisions went along. Especially once my beta suggested what the Queen's Keys would be. You liked the speech? Good. It's the longest piece of dialogue I've ever written, and I think not one word was wasted. :)

Yes, but we know Rose will fight it. All the way. :P
Sep. 16th, 2013 06:18 pm (UTC)
*blush* It would have been embarrassing for everyone... good thing for Time Lord technology to hold things down (at least from outside)!

Yes, can't wait to see the extra, along with any other plot bunnies inspired....

It was perfect scary; it established that Donna was determined to do this and how far she was willing to go, what she was willing to sacrifice if necessary. That very willingness illustrated how very right she was for the job.

I agree; not one word was wasted in Donna's speech. I wish lots of others would learn from her example!
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