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Chapter 23: Star-Crossed Lovers

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Minerva and Zohar sat inside one of the sitting rooms of the castle, catching up on the most recent news Minerva had to announce. There was big news to tell, after all, and Minerva couldn't wait!

"You're really getting married!?" Zohar squealed like a little five year old at the news, making Minerva laugh, "Oh my moon's sake! That's fantastic!"

"Yeah?" Minerva was so relieved to hear that another Moontsay besides her was happy to know she was getting married, she only hoped her grandfather would have the same reaction when she told him.

"Yes! When is it!?"

"In a couple hours," Minerva replied, "Stacey, Donna, and Martha are already working so all you need to do is take this," she handed Zohar a vortex manipulator, "And just teleport to that location," she pointed to the already inscribed coordinates, "And don't even try moving it, alright?"

"Got it, princess. So, how's about that dress? Do you have one? Cos you know the Moontsays here are already working on your wardrobe."

"No, I don't want them to know yet," Minerva clarified, "Plus, I've got my dress on Earth already. But as for the Moontsays, I'm going to talk to my grandfather and see what he thinks and then once I'm married I'll announce it to the people."

"How do you think Mayar's going to take it?" Zohar asked...right when Mayar himself entered the room.

"What am I supposed to take?" Mayar looked from one woman to the other.

Minerva looked at Zohar and nodded for her to leave them alone for the moment, "I'll see you there," she called after Zohar.

"Of course," Zohar left the room.

"Hi grandpa..." Minerva waved nervously. She had purposely waited to tell her grandfather at the last minute to avoid as much as problems.

"Kaeya, what is going on? You may have regenerated twice but it's still pretty easy to tell when you're hiding something," Mayar crossed his arms, "Your father had that same look whenever he did something wrong."

"I didn't do anything wrong and I'm not hiding anything," she clarified, "That's why I'm here," she gestured to the spot she stood in, "Up front, telling you face to face."

"What's there to tell?" he raised an eyebrow.

"Okay look, I'm just gonna come out and say it..." she took a deep breath, "...the Doctor and I are getting married today, couple hours from now actually." She checked her watch to make sure.

Mayar's eyes widened, his arms dropping to his sides, "You're...you're what?"

"I'm getting married and...I'd really love it if you'd come," she hurried up to him, taking his hand, "We've chosen this little place on Earth where all our friends are gonna come and...and I'd really, really, really, really, really want you to be there too. You're adapted far enough to last at least an hour on earth which is all I need from you and..."

Mayar took his hand away from hers, making her sigh. She watched silently as the man began pacing back and forth, only guessing what he'd have to say about this.

"You are out of your mind!" he began with a clear ole shout, "You can't get married! You're just a girl!"

"Now grandpa," she put her hands on her hips, "You and I both know that I am way past the coming of age for the Moontsay's. I'm 903 years old and perfectly capable of being a wife...sort of..." she admitted she had no clue how to be a perfect wife but she'd work on it really hard to keep the Doctor happy.

"But you're not even ready to take the reigns of the kingdom!" Mayar continued, "Not to mention you're getting married to a Time Lord," he spat like it was the worst thing possible, which for him really was, "Can you imagine what the people are going to say about this?"

"May I remind you that we are all Time Lords in a way," Minerva began her case with the obvious, "We're of the same species—"

"No, we are not!" Mayar snapped, "My people aren't the cause of dozens of species' demise!"

"And neither is the Doctor!" Martha exclaimed, "Grandfather, this is my life, it's my heart, and I want to get married. And as for the kingdom, if you really think I'm unfit to rule it, then you should take the throne."

"I'm not the designated royal anymore, that's your job now. It's your responsibility to uplift this kingdom and you cannot run away from it!"

"I'm not trying to runaway from anything. I've been here haven't I? It's been five months of learning and learning and learning. I've had to meet every last Moontsay on this planet three times and I still remember all the names and faces. I'm doing my job, but it's not going to direct my life. Not anymore.

"But Kaeya, a Time Lord?" he waved his hands, "He's not the right one! You...you should be marrying someone else, someone Moontsay, or...or a prince, an actual prince."

"I'm marrying the right man, grandfather. We've been in love for centuries and it's finally happening. I get to marry him now, it's my title now," she sighed, "You loved my grandmother to pieces, right?" he nodded, "Imagine having to learn the fact that she was getting married to some other man..."

"Why would you say that?"

"Because that's what happened to me a long time ago. Back when I was a girl, like you'd say, the Doctor used to come here and visit me." Mayar's eyes widened, recalling the Doctor had mentioned something of that the first time they'd met. "We had so many plans for us...in the future...and then one day — one awful day — he visited me and he was so heartbroken. And do you know why?" Minerva shook her head, the tears fresh in her eyes as she recalled that moment. "Because he was going to be married off to another woman...that wasn't me. It was all arranged and neither he nor his fiancee had a word in it. He cried, he actually cried because he didn't want to marry her. He said he wanted to marry me but there was nothing he could do. We couldn't escape because I couldn't leave this planet...and after everything, I gathered all my courage and strength to tell him that it would be fine. I told him, I told him to marry that woman. I told him that there was nothing we could do. He was only wasting his time with me. I told him that I wanted him to be happy, to form a family of his own...I told him not to worry, that he should marry and simply forget about me."

"And the bastard happily went and married another woman, didn't he?" Mayar angrily demanded, wanting Minerva to see just how easily she was forgotten upon the Doctor meeting another woman.

"Don't call him that," she scolded, "He married...but he still came back. He came back every day to visit me. He said he'd told his wife everything, how he met me and how he'd still be meeting me."

"Kaeya you didn't...?" Mayar's eyes widened with terror at what that man could have persuaded his granddaughter to be and do for him.

"Nothing happened. We were friends, only friends. He had a wife and I respected that. That woman was so kind that she let him come to me whenever he wanted," Minerva bitterly laughed, "She even sent me gifts from Gallifrey once. For my birthday, the Doctor's wife actually sent me a gift. She was kind and I was awful, cos I still loved her husband. Grandfather, I had to live knowing that I could never have the man I wanted. I watched him live his life, have children, even grandchildren...while I remained on this planet, unwed and never courted."

"Which is why you would turn down any suitor your father or I ever brought to you," Mayar nodded as he understood, "So many proper suitors for you, only the best for the princess of the Silver Monsoon...and all that time she was wasting her time with a Time Lord who only played with her feelings."

"I was never fooled, grandfather. Don't you get it?"Minerva sighed and rubbed the side of her head, "I knew about everything. We never hid anything from each other. I was in love with another man and I wouldn't accept any suitor, both for mine and their sake's. Everyone deserves to marry someone who loves them. I wouldn't be the reason for someone's unhappiness."

"And that woman? The one the Doctor married. How do you think she felt knowing you were the 'other woman'? Hm?"

"I wasn't the other woman. I was a woman, a friend, his best friend. Nothing more, I swear. I spent centuries alone, never kissed, never touched, only to watch the people I love be happy. So now that it's finally falling into place, are you really not going to accompany me to my wedding? I really want you and my adoptive father to walk me down the aisle."

"That wedding would be an abomination, Kaeya. I cannot approve of that. You are a princess, you are to be married to someone who didn't destroy our planet!"

Minerva shook her head, wiping away some loose tears, "I knew this would be a mistake, but I had to try. You'll never agree to it, won't you?"

"No, I won't. I need you to stop this nonsense and stay here once and for all."

"No. I will not run from my responsibilities. I will try to be a good princess and a good leader. But apart from that, I will get married and it will be to the a Time Lord, whether you like it or not," she stepped forwards and pulled out another vortex manipulator, "I'm gonna leave this here," she set it on a glass table, "And if you decide to come, then I will await with great joy. But if you don't...then that'll be your problem cos I'm not stopping that wedding for anything. My story is finally coming to a happy ending, and I'm not gonna let anyone ruin it."

"You cannot become queen like this," he warned.

She shrugged, "Then I won't be queen."

"Kaeya," Mayar sighed, frustrated, "Won't you please think about this!?"

"Oh I've thought about this for centuries," she half-smiled, "Dreamed of it...and today it happens. So if you won't allow me to be queen because of this, then do what you have to do. Find someone else, take the throne, I don't care."

"Of course I'm not gonna take the throne from you. It's you that has to be queen, following into you're father's and mother's footsteps," Mayar shook his head, "But the people will not be happy about this."

"I don't care," she whispered, tired of repeating the same thing over and over, "Cos I deserve this. I deserve to be happy too. If they can marry whoever they want, then why can't I?"

"Kaeya, what am I gonna do with you!?"

"I don't know," she shrugged, "But right now, I'm gonna go visit my parent's, my grandfather's and sister's shrine. I'm gonna ask for their blessings and then I'll be on my way."

"That's another thing I meant to talk about with you, you know," Mayar pointed.

She sighed, "I told you. Alan Lozano and Olivia Souza were my grandfather and sister as a human and they will be recognized on that shrine. That's my final word as princess on it."

"But Kaeya, it's a holy shrine. Humans can't be placed on it!"

"You're forgetting I'm part human now. I won't ignore it. My grandfather's and Liv's shrines will be finished, that's an order. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go visit it. I really hope you come to my wedding. I'm all you have left, and you're all I have left...won't you watch your granddaughter happily marry?"

Mayar did not answer, he simply turned away. Minerva sighed and headed out of the room. She truly hated arguing with him. They'd been apart for so long that she just really wanted to catch up on everything. But the man was very complicated, he still stuck to the old views of the Moontsays like the rest. He saw the Doctor as a menace and an intruder. She knew it was very unlikely to see Mayar at her wedding. But she had done her job and informed him of the ceremony and even given him a way to get there. She'd done what a good princess would do...now it was just up to him.

~ 0 ~

Minerva slowly walked into a solitary, cold iced room that held four iced statues, two of those still under construction. The room was rather large with open windows high above. The finished two iced statues were of her parents, her birth parents, that were carved together as one. They stared blankly ahead, her father father holding her mother by the waist and a hand. On the platform they stood was an actual photograph of them placed at their feet.

Minerva stopped in front of that platform first and knelt down silently, looking up at the iced statue with a small sigh, "I really hope you're not angry as my grandfather is. But I really need your blessing from wherever you are. Mom, dad, I love him. I really, really, love him. This is a day I've dreamt of since we met face to face. I promise that I will help our people, I won't ignore them. I swear. But please, all I ask is that you give me your blessing; bless this marriage and whatever it may hold for us in the future," she placed an iced sphere on the platform, "I remember now that you loved to eat these, dad," she chuckled lightly, "Now that I taste them, they really taste like strawberries. And here you go mom," she put another sphere down, "You know, this one tastes like mint chocolate. Now I understand where I got that like from," she stood up and stepped back, gazing upon the great statue, "I love you, mother, father," she spoke her first words in the language of her people.

She'd been practicing her Moontsay language from the first day she'd begun her lessons with her grandfather. Yes, she still knew a good amount of her home language but she felt like some things were missing and had decided to continue using her English. The Moontsay language was something special and should always be used properly.

Minerva moved on to the next two statues, one of her grandfather and another of Liv. Both statues were still unfinished, her grandfather's still missing half his upper body while Liv's missing the arms. She placed on her grandfather's platform an apple and smiled, "Look at me now grandpa, I'm in the actual stars. Oh, you would've loved to see them. They're rather gorgeous. I know humans don't release spirits like the Moontsays but I still believe in the afterlife and I know that you're okay, and that you're watching me. You know, you've seen, how much I love that Martian, I know you'll give me a blessing too."

With that, she moved to the last statue, Liv's. She sighed and placed down an orange tulip next to Liv's picture frame, "I can't believe you forgave me," she knelt down in front of the platform, "I'm glad you had someone with you during your last moments. You met the most amazing man, right? He's really sorry he couldn't do anything for you, but he did give me your message. You forgave me, Liv," she started sniffling, "You actually forgave me. You have no idea how much that meant to me. I'm so sorry for what happened to you, and I swear that I will always remember you as a good sister...cos you were one. I can remember every last moment we shared as kids, before you grew afraid of me. They were wonderful. But now, big sister, I'm all grown up...and I'm getting married. You think you can give a blessing too? It'd mean the world to me after everything," she looked up with watery eyes and found her tulip on the floor. Slightly confused, Minerva picked up the tulip and put it back on the platform, "Well...I'm off to go do it. I'm gonna get married..." she bit her lip, "...right after one more trip."

~ 0 ~

"Yes, and I need those papers taken by today," Sophia Souza called to her assistant as they walked out of her office.

Before the door closed, Minerva walked in, staying by the doorway to look at her adopted mother.

"Kate, what are you still doing here? I already gave you the..." Sophia stopped when she looked up, seeing the woman that to her was completely unknown, "Who the hell are you?"

Minerva closed the door and walked up to the desk, "Your daughter."

"What? Listen, I am fairly busy as you can see," she gestured to the stack of papers on her desk, "So whatever you need, please just say—"

"I'm getting married mother," Minerva spoke in a harder tone, "Your second daughter, Minerva, is getting married."

Sophia studied the woman in front of her, stopping at the chocolate brown eyes where she gasped, "Minerva..."

"It's me," Minerva insisted, "I...I had to change my face..."

"You finally did it, you turned back to your alien self," Sophia leaned back on her chair, feeling that same fear and yet awe she had felt 17 years ago, "I gotta say, it's pretty intriguing how you manage to do that..."

"I'm getting married today, and...I was wondering if you'd like to attend."

Sophia let out a small laughter, "Married? Who are you marrying?"

"The Doctor."

And Sophia's laughter was cut short at that, "Oh, of course," she rolled her eyes, "And you're doing it here? On a planet that doesn't belong to you?"

"Forgive me mother but I've lived here for 17 years and the Doctor for far more years than that. We love this planet with equal strength and can think of no better place than this one to marry in."

"And do you think he'd be pleased to see me there?"

"He would welcome you because I'd ask him to."

Sophia scoffed, "Oh really?"

Minerva nodded, "He knows how important it is and he'd never deny me the opportunity to see my only breathing mother at my wedding."

"Breathing mother?"

There was silence for a minute or two before Minerva decided to explain, "My birth mother died in a war, along with my biological father."

"Oh, so I'm all you have left," Sophia stood up and swayed her head, "When's the wedding?"

"It's tonight...are you coming?"

"Never," Sophia spat, her tone and expression growing dark, "The only wedding I'd attend to is my real daughter's...and that is not you."

"I'm the only daughter you have left," Minerva argued weakly, "I lived with you for fourteen years and that doesn't matter to you? I grew alongside Olivia and-"

"You killed her!" Sophia pointed, "You with your radical emotions, you killed her!"

"My emotions control my powers but at that moment they weren't activated," Minerva informed, "She died because of what you said, and a horrible car accident. But I promise you I am truly sorry for what happened to Liv. She forgave me for that and if she did, then why can't you?"

"She would never-"

"She did," Minerva sighed, "The Doctor was with her during her last moments and she told him she forgave me. So if she did, why can't you do that? After everything that's happened, I still have affection for you. You took me to your home, you gave me everything I needed...if you truly hated me then you would've left me in the streets-"

"Minerva, please do not waste your time and just go," Sophia gestured to her closed door.

"But—"

"I have no utter interest in your silly wedding and would much rather stay with all these papers," Sophia sat down on her chair.

"But mom..." Minerva whispered, "...even dad's coming...he's gonna walk me down the aisle."

Sophia rolled her eyes, "Please do refrain yourself from speaking to me about that man. I suppose you haven't heard: we're divorcing."

"Divorcing?" Minerva blinked, shocked to hear that.

She'd only had a couple of minutes with her father today so perhaps he hadn't had the time to mention it to her. But...divorce...that-that was something she actually wasn't expecting. She knew her human parent's relationship wasn't the best lately but she never actually considered the idea of them divorcing.

"Oh yes, Nicolas filed for divorce a couple days ago," Sophia put her hands together on her desk, acting as if the topic was casual, "It should be a rather nice time. Congratulations, Minerva, you have officially destroyed my family."

"You're blaming me? Again?" Minerva put a hand over her chest, "But...how is that my fault? You're the one with the icky attitude. You destroyed your own marriage!"

"We were fine until I took you home," Sophia snapped, "And by the way, you don't think I ever tried taking you back? Of course I considered it! But by that time it was too dangerous, you would've been linked back to us and then put all of us in danger. Now please, do yourself a favor and get out."

"I'm not giving up on you," Minerva declared in a shaky voice.

Sophia scoffed, "That's nice, now please go. I have too much work to waste it on you."

Minerva sighed, ignoring her last words as she walked back to the door, "I'm not giving up," she repeated, "It'll take something powerful for me to just leave you, you'll see," with that she walked out and left the door opened.

Sophia watched her walk out then ran her hands through her hair, "My god that woman gets everything...and I'm left with nothing," she glanced at her picture frame on her desk of her and Olivia when she'd been a toddler, "She took you from me," Sophia picked up the frame, "That awful woman took you from me..."

Suddenly, the door to her office slammed shut. Sophia flinched and looked up. She shook her head and set the picture frame back on the desk and returned to work, quietly wiping a tear from her face.

~ 0 ~

"Alright, I got the masks," Donna Noble entered a small room where the Doctor, Mickey, Jack, Aaron, Cody & Nicolas were. She held several face masks in her hand as she walked over to a small table with a mirror. As she set them down, she heard the men grumbling behind her. She raised an eyebrow but kept her back to them, "That better not have been any complaints..."

"No, of course not!" Mickey immediately shook his head as the ginger turned around.

"I didn't even say anything," the Doctor raised his hands in surrender.

Donna looked at all of them with a suspicious look, "Good. Because I have enough on my plate to carry another weight of complaining grown men! So I'll say it again: there better not be any complains from any of you," she pointed to each and every one of them.

There was utter silence as all the men nodded their heads.

"God help the man you marry," Jack coughed.

"What was that?" Donna demanded, hands on her hips.

"Nothing," Jack turned away.

"Donna, you seem a bit stressed..." Cody remarked, eyeing the ginger woman.

"Yes, I am," she nodded and walked for a small wine set behind them, "Scuse me, scuse me," she pushed them aside and quickly started pouring herself a drink, "Planning a wedding in four days is quite possibly mission impossible," she turned around with a proud grin, "And yet, we've done it. Ha!" she gulped the whole drink down.

"Congratulations," Nicolas honestly said.

"Thank you," Donna did a mock-bow.

"Can I see Minerva now?" the Doctor jumped out of his chair, uncaring of congratulations unless it was for him and his Clever Girl.

"Don't you even dare, spaceman!" she pointed at him as she set her empty glass down.

"But it's been hours," he threw his head back in frustration.

"Do you even know how much hair that woman has!?" Donna shook her head, "I thought straight hair was a monster but this regeneration took that into a whole new level. Curls! Why!?"

Suddenly, all the Doctor's frustration was gone, "How does she look?" he whispered with a small smile.

Donna poured herself another drink as she smiled, "Gorgeous!" she turned and handed him the newly filled glass, "She's a bloody princess for a reason. But you can't see her, so don't even try anything!"

"We'll make sure he doesn't," Mickey assured.

"I'm serious, I'm holding all of you responsible," Donna warned, "Not even a peek, understood?"

"Understood," came all the nods of the men...except the Doctor.

Donna turned to the Doctor with an expectant look, "Spaceman, are we clear?" the man innocently looked to the side, "Haven't you heard the superstition, though!?"

"I'm not human!" he blurted, "And neither is she! So c'mon, I just want to see her for five minutes..." he rethought the time, "...maybe an hour...or maybe forever."

"No!" Donna half-shouted, "You're on Earth and therefore you'll follow the Earthly customs," she looked over to the men, "Take care of him, please."

"Don't worry, Donna," Jack moved over to the Doctor's side, "We'll tie him up if we have to."

"I'm holding you to that," she warned, "And those are your masks, so please wear them."

"Yes, ma'am," they all agreed.

She looked over at the Doctor with a genuine, small smile, "I think you'll find your wait to be very worthwhile," she patted his shoulders and walked out the door.

The Doctor looked between the shut door and the men for a couple seconds...and then he bolted.

"GET HIM!" Jack pointed and everyone ran after the Time Lord.

~ 0 ~

"There's my beautiful granddaughter," Isadora entered Minerva's dressing room with a small box in her hands.

Minerva was standing in the center of the room with Martha and Stacey pinning on her veil. She was dressed in her wedding dress, make up and hair done and simply missing her bouquet and mask which Donna was currently on the job of getting.

"I look okay, then?" Minerva nervously asked, fidgeting in her dress.

"Minerva, please don't move," Martha pleaded and forcefully made the brunette stand still.

Isadora chuckled as she neared them, "Nervous getting to you?" she looked at Minerva.

The brunette nodded fast, making Martha and Stacey groan in frustration. Zohar came up from behind and held Minerva's head still.

"Thank you," Martha and Stacey said.

"Sorry," Minerva sheepishly said to the pair behind her.

Isadora chuckled again, "Alright, I'll try not to make her move that much. I just came by to give you this." She opened up the box in her hand. Inside was a hair comb with baby blue rhinestone flowers and with painted leaves that sprouted from roots.

"Oh that is beautiful," Stacey blinked at the sight. Zohar and Martha agreed with a nod.

"I thought Minerva could use it today," Isadora explained as she took the comb out from the box, "Sophia wore it on her wedding day, I wore it, my mother, her mother..."

"Oh, but...that's-that's not right," Minerva sighed, "I'm not technically related—"

"You are a Lozano," Isadora pointed, almost warning her, "A Souza-Lozano. I don't care where you're from, a queen of gaddabee like that nice blonde woman told me earlier."

Minerva chuckled, "Oh, Astrid."

"You're my granddaughter just like Olivia was. So, it's only right you wear this today and continue the tradition," Isadora moved to the side and started putting in the comb.

"I just feel wrong taking it. Liv should have had this comb," Minerva sighed, "Not me."

"God knows why he does things. Only he knows why Olivia had to pass before any of us," Isadora reminded, "But she's at peace and so should you. You'll continue the tradition and who knows, one day you'll continue the tradition with your own daughter."

"Now that she actually can, ha!" Martha nudged Minerva who simply blushed, "I can see it already, little Elizabeth running around the TARDIS."

"Martha, please don't start," Minerva mumbled.

"She'll be calling you mum," Martha then paused and got to thinking, "Or maybe 'mom' cos she might turn out to be American...oh!" she clapped her hands, "But she'll definitely have long brown hair like you and be fast-talker like the Doctor and—"

"Martha likes Mickey," Minerva coughed and the whole room went quiet. Martha stared at Minerva with a half-open mouth in silence, her face warming up as the rest looked at her. Minerva just smirked and sighed in content, suddenly not so nervous, "So, how's it going out there?" she looked at her grandmother.

"Everything is just fine," Isadora finished up the comb and stepped back in front of Minerva, "Donna has made complete sure of that."

"Thank God for Donna Noble," Minerva breathed, "Plan a wedding in four days could only be done by her."

"But she's still pretty peeved it's going to be in the night," Zohar remarked, "Why is that again?"

Minerva just smiled, "Cos it's special to the Doctor and I."

"And the masks?"

"Metaphor."

"Lanterns?"

"Special."

"Well," Donna opened the door and strolled inside, holding more masks in her hand while another the bouquet, "Everyone is all ready and I've got the final details," she waved the masks and bouquet.

Minerva brightly smiled, "It's almost time..." she whispered in anxious anticipation.

~ 0 ~

"Is this really necessary?" the Doctor grumbled as he felt the rope around him tighten up. He currently sat on his chair again...tied up...something Jack had quite nicely done.

"We're all sort of afraid of Donna, so yes, this is quite necessary," Aaron nodded.

"Plus, I sort of promised her I'd tie you up if it was necessary," Jack added, finishing up the knot behind.

"And I think we're all kind of of Donna," Cody threw in the truth that made all the others nod.

"I was only kidding about seeing Minerva..." the Doctor said, looking down as he mumbled, "...not really..."

"You were only five feet from Minerva's door," Mickey reminded.

"I wasn't actually going to go see her," the Doctor tried, his gaze still down.

"You were about to shout her name," Nicolas said.

"Face it Doc, you have no self-control right now," Jack patted the Doctor's shoulder, "So you'll just be staying like this for a couple more minutes, alright?"

"Which reminds me, I get to go see Minerva right now," Nicolas declared.

"Rub it in," the Doctor muttered.

"Sorry, but someone's got to walk her down the aisle, remember?"

"Oh, I'll have a peek too," Aaron smirked, "Until later, Doctor."

"This isn't funny!" the Doctor called as the two men started heading out, struggling to get free, "Someone untie me right now!"

"Are you going to run back to Minerva?" Mickey raised an eyebrow.

"...no."

"I think we should get more rope," Cody suggested and received the nods of agreements of the others. With a mock-salute to the Doctor, and a smirk, he headed for the doors.

"For the best liar, you really can't lie about Minerva, huh?" Jack teased the Doctor.

"Shut up and untie me."

"Restrain, Doctor. Restrain," Jack reminded, "Just a few more minutes and then you'll have the wife forever...starting with tonight," he smirked.

Both Mickey and the Doctor gave the immortal man a sharp look, "You've been waiting to crack up those lines all day, haven't you?" Mickey asked, crossing his arms.

"It's my job to tease," Jack shrugged, "Plus, I've had to suck it all in with the father and uncle around."

"Yeah, well, knock it off," the Doctor warned, "And would you please untie me? Minerva won't be too pleased to find my suit with rope stains."

"Alright, but don't run anymore," Jack said before going behind the chair, "Mickey, stay in front in case he tries anything."

"Don't think we won't tie you again," Mickey pointed.

The Doctor remained silent as the ropes were taken off him. As soon as he stood up, however, there was a flash of light in front of them. The trio shielded their eyes for a minute until the light faded.

"Mayar? What are you doing here?" the Doctor asked once the view was visible.

He knew Minerva would go and invite the man to the wedding, but he also knew Mayar would decline and not show up. To have him here was just, well...confusing.

"I am here to warn you, Doctor," Mayar remained in his place, his expression hard as he stared ahead.

"Warn me of what?"

"You are not the man for my granddaughter and this wedding will have no meaning on the Monsoon."

"Here's the thing, I don't care what you think," the Doctor shrugged, "Cos this is what Minerva wants, and what Minerva wants I give and do. We're getting married, can't you be happy for her?"

"Oh she'll be getting married," Mayar nodded in agreement, a small smile spreading on his face as he looked to the side, "But with someone who truly deserves her and is up to her level. I have just the man in mind for her."

"Why are you telling us this?" Mickey raised an eyebrow.

"Because I wanted the Doctor to know this. This silly wedding will not last. I will see to it that Kaeya realizes the biggest mistake she is committing. And when she does, I will welcome her on the Monsoon with open arms. She'll take her rightful place on the throne with a man of her status."

"You know it truly saddens me that you just can't be happy for her," the Doctor sighed, "We both love her, whether you want to admit it or not. We both want her to take her rightful place, but unlike you I want to see her actually being happy. I'd let her be whatever she wanted, I'd let her go if she wanted. But the reality is, she doesn't. She loves me and I love her, and she wants to marry me. I know it would mean a lot to Minerva if you stayed tonight, so please stay. I have no trouble with that. I just want her to be happy and what makes her happy is having all her family and friends with us tonight."

"I don't believe you," Mayar shook his head, "I don't know how you have Kaeya wrapped around your little finger but you don't fool me. I will see to it that she realizes her mistake and leaves you to come home with her own people and become a proper queen."

With that, Mayar activated the manipulator and flashed out.

"Well that's a nice man," Jack concluded and turned to the Doctor, "Don't listen to him, Doc. It's pretty clear what Minerva wants and it's not to marry some kind of prince."

"I feel bad for her, though," the Doctor sighed, "I know how important it was for her to have Mayar here tonight. But he doesn't even think about what she wants, her happiness. He's so poisoned with the old thoughts of the Moontsays that he thinks I just want the power Minerva's acquiring."

"Well we can't stay here and get all sad," Mickey clapped his hands, "Cos it's time to get out there and marry."

"You're right," the Doctor nodded, beaming when he made a realization, "I get to see Minerva now! Let's go!" he ordered and rushed out.

"No self control whatsoever," Jack declared with a sigh.

"None," Mickey agreed and the two grabbed the remaining masks and walked out.

~ 0 ~

A lovely little London park was the choice of place where the wedding was to take place. The sun had just set which allowed the strings of lanterns that surrounded the park to be lighted up. It was a small gathering of guests, mainly the usual companions and Minerva's human family. The small group of guests were promptly sat on the chairs awaiting for the ceremony to begin. The bridesmaids, including the maid of honor, Martha Jones, were promptly awaiting on the bride's side of the altar, while the groomsmen stood on the groom's side, the 'best man' title being handed down to Mickey Smith.

Secretly, the Doctor and Minerva had planned that to come exactly this way. They were both aware of the little crushes going on between Minerva's best friends and so, after so much teasing from Martha, they decided to get back at her and join her up with Mickey. Their last secret as fiancee's, they liked to think.

"I'm here! I'm here! I'm here!" little Tamara Donovan cheered as she rushed up to the starting point of the aisle, making the rest of the guests, except her mother, laugh. Once Tamara saw the scolding look her mother was giving her she quickly straightened up and cleared her throat in the best manner a five year old could give, "I meant...the bride is here," she announced in a proper tone.

"Can you please tell her to hurry?" the Doctor called in a pleading tone from his place at the altar.

"Self control," Mickey whispered behind him.

"That goes to hell the minute I see her," he muttered.

The soft, traditional music began playing and down walked the adorable, little flower girl wearing her own masquerade mask, throwing her flower petals as she came. She giggled excessively as she looked around, loving the job she had been tasked with. Behind her came Donna and Stacey, the maid of honor already waiting at the altar, also wearing masquerade masks to match with their blue dresses. If it was up to the Doctor, however rude it may have sounded, he would've just pushed through all them to get to his beautiful bride...

...and boy was she beautiful.

"Self control, Doctor," Mickey reminded once more at the sight of Minerva.

Minerva walked down the aisle with her arm linked around her father's, smiling brightly as ever. She wore a beautiful white wedding gown with a small tail behind her. The dress was in an off-the-shoulder style, a sweetheart neckline with glittering crystals and pearls encrusting the neckline and strings down on the skirt. Minerva's hair had a Heidi-braid at the top of her head with her soft curls cascading to her mid-back. Her veil was pinned up behind her braid and was currently behind her back due to her white masquerade mask that was on her face. She carried her flower bouquet of lavender crocuses, the flowers of happiness as the Doctor once told her.

Both Minerva and Nicolas reached up to the altar with calmness, which was really more on Nicolas's part. If it was up to Minerva she would've ran down the aisle just to reach her Martian.

"I don't really think I need to ask for you to make her happy," Nicolas concluded as he glanced between the couple.

"Not one bit," the Doctor replied, currently staring at Minerva with dazed look, "It's number one on my to-do list..."

"Then I guess there's really not much to say here," Nicolas looked over at Minerva with a sad smile, "I know I'm not the best father, and not even your real father, but I know I want what he'd want, which is for you to be happy. So, you go on and marry this man, and be happy."

"Thank you, dad," Minerva half-smiled. He kissed her forehead then walked back to his seat.

"Goddess," the Doctor breathed as he took her over again.

Minerva thanked the mask over her eyes and part of her cheeks because it covered her blush, "You wanna see something cool?" he gave her an odd look as she slightly lifted her right foot to reveal a crystal shoe underneath her dress, "I'm pulling a Cinderella."

The Doctor just smiled at her, "I'm more of a Rapunzel kinda guy..."

"So am I," she whispered.

"Welcome, family, friends and loved ones. We gather here today to celebrate the wedding of Minerva and John," the officiant began, trying to keep his odd look away as best as possible.

He'd never seen such a ceremony before, everyone wore masquerade masks! The bride, apparently, wore crystal shoes! Not to mention how they'd magically gotten an officiant, himself, on orders of the highest authority in London, the Queen. But, as it looked, the couple did seem to have those stares of pure love which was enough for him to conduct the ceremony.

"You have come here to share in this formal commitment they make to one another, to offer your love and support to this union, and to allow Minerva and John to start their married life together surrounded by the people dearest and most important to them. To all your guests, they are happy to share this moment with you two," he eyed the couple just to make sure they were listening as it seemed like their gazes would wander back to each other, "They have known most of you for several years. You watched them grow up, you went to school with them, or you worked with them. Because you are the ones who have supported them and known them so well, it is only fitting that you are the ones to share this once-in-a-lifetime moment with them. Also, a wedding day is often a day when couples miss family members no longer with them. For the bride and groom, there are family members whose memories they hold dear. Would either of you care to share some of those members?"

"My birth parents and maternal grandmother," Minerva said with a half-smile, "From my adopted family, my older sister and my grandfather."

"My...entire family," the Doctor smiled at Minerva, the pain of losing everything suddenly not so painful as he took in who he was about to marry. She would be her family from now on, and the rest of their friends. And what a family it would be.

"May the memories of your loved ones brighten this day and warm your hearts," the officiant said, both nodding in thanks, "Marriage is perhaps the greatest and most challenging adventure of human relationships."

"Well not just for humans," Minerva cut in, calmly taking the officiant's confused face, "For anyone of any kind...isn't that right, John?" she looked at the Doctor with a knowing smile.

"Oh yes," he nodded in agreement, "Any kind of people..."

"Right..." the officiant looked from one another for a second before he continued, "No ceremony can create your marriage; only you can do that – through love and patience; through dedication and perseverance; through talking and listening, helping and supporting and believing in each other; through tenderness and laughter; through learning to forgive, learning to appreciate your differences, and by learning to make the important things matter, and to let go of the rest. What this ceremony can do is to witness and affirm the choice you make to stand together as life-mates and partners. Now, I need to take your declaration of intent. Will you, John, take this woman to be your wedded wife?"

"I will," the Doctor nodded.

"Will you, Minerva, take this man to be your wedded husband?"

"Oh, I will," she breathed.

"Who would like to read their wedding vows first?" the officiant asked.

"Oh we didn't need to write them down," Minerva waved him, "It's all up here, isn't it?" she looked at the Doctor while pointing to her head.

"Yes it is," he nodded.

"You go first, dear," she offered, "Just this once, gentlemen go first."

"Ever so kind of you," he remarked, taking a small breath before he spoke his next words, "Our story hasn't been quite the simplest to live or tell, but its ending made the journey worthwhile. We come from, quite literally, different worlds that have no like for each other. And yet, we did not follow those silly likes. Like a Star-crossed story, we met and fell in love at such a young age. We became the best of friends that slowly and beautifully fell in love with each other. I realized how kind and genuine you were; you were like no woman I ever met. No one could capture my feeling into actual words. I was probably, and still am, the most annoying, but brilliant," he had to add which made her chuckle, "Rambling man you probably have ever seen and yet you still loved me. That...that's an accomplishment, honestly. I drive everyone else mad and yet you laugh at me because you think it's lovable when it's really not. I discovered in you what it really meant to have a motive in life, to have that one person you can call your soul mate with confidence. And yet, after all those discoveries, I never dared to tell you how I felt exactly. I was young and scared...I hid those feelings for you under a veil, under a mask for centuries. But today, today I take off this veil, this mask," he started removing his masquerade mask and allowed Minerva to see just how nervous he actually was, "I want you to know that I love you, I love you with every core of my being and nothing will ever stop it. You are a sassy, clever girl that I want to marry today and always have at my side."

Minerva bit her lip and felt like she could just melt in his arms after hearing all that. She took a deep breath before she began her vows, "Our story was and is most definitely a Star-crossed fantasy. It's probably not the ideal story every girl dreams but it's my story and I wouldn't give it up for anything. When I met you for the first time, face to face, I knew that you were the one I was going to fall in love with...I just didn't think it'd be so quick, or that you would actually love me back! To me you were the most brilliant, adventurous man I had ever met. You became my best friend, my confidant of my dreams...and my endless supporter. You understood me better than anyone else, you were there despite being worlds apart whenever I needed you. All those gifts you used to give me I kept because they were objects you looked upon at thought of me. And each time you came to visit me, you made me fall more in love with you...but just like you, I never said. I couldn't gather up my courage to tell you that I loved you and wanted to have you at my side. I wore the same veil, the same mask, to cover up my feelings because I was scared..." she swallowed, "...but today, all that ends. I get to take off this veil and this mask," she began removing her mask from her face, "And show you my true feelings, forever and always. I love you, silly Martian. You're my Martian, my insanely brilliant, ridiculous banana-loving alien...and there is no one I'd ever want to be with than you."

"Please remain facing each other," the officiant instructed, now really struggling to keep his questionable face away after hearing such odd metaphors, "I ask you to repeat after me, Minerva," the brunette nodded, ""I, Minerva, take you, John, to be my husband, my constant friend and partner, and my love. I will share my life with yours, build our dreams together, support you through times of trouble, and rejoice with you in times of happiness. I will work to create a bond of honesty, respect, and trust; one that withstands the tides of time and change, and grows along with us. I vow to honor and respect you for all that you are and will become, taking pride in who we are, both separately and together. I promise to challenge you, and to accept challenges from you. This commitment is made in love, kept in faith, lived in hope, and made new every day of our lives and I pledge this to you from the bottom of my heart, for all the days of our lives."

Minerva nodded, thanking for her now far advanced mind that was able to retain all those words in memory, "I," she stepped forwards and leaned up to the Doctor's ear to whisper, "Kaeya" she stepped back with a smirk, "take you, my Martian, to be my husband, my constant friend and partner, and my love. I will share my life with yours, build our dreams together, support you through times of trouble, and rejoice with you in times of happiness. I will work to create a bond of honesty, respect, and trust; one that withstands the tides of time and change, and grows along with us. I vow to honor and respect you for all that you are and will become, taking pride in who we are, both separately and together. I promise to challenge you, and to accept challenges from you. This commitment is made in love, kept in faith, lived in hope, and made new every day of our lives and I pledge this to you from the bottom of my heart, for all the days of our lives."

The officiant raised an eyebrow, confused, "That's-that's not what I..." Minerva gave him a sharp look that no man would want to mess with, "Right, John, how about you?" he quickly moved on.

The Doctor bit back a chuckle, this woman was exactly who he wanted to marry, and now. He nodded and began his turn, "I," he stepped forwards and whispered to Minerva, "Theta," he stepped back and saw her soft smile that made his hearts nearly burst. That was the first time she had ever heard his true name, "Take you, my Clever Girl, to be my wife, my constant friend and partner, and my love. I will share my life with yours, build our dreams together, support you through times of trouble, and rejoice with you in times of happiness. I will work to create a bond of honesty, respect, and trust; one that withstands the tides of time and change, and grows along with us. I vow to honor and respect you for all that you are and will become, taking pride in who we are, both separately and together. I promise to challenge you, and to accept challenges from you. This commitment is made in love, kept in faith, lived in hope, and made new every day of our lives and I pledge this to you from the bottom of my heart, for all the days of our lives."

"That's still not what I said," the officiant mumbled before he moved on, "And may we have the rings, please?" Mickey stepped up with the rings and set them on the table in front of the pair, "I ask the groom to place the ring on the bride's finger and repeat after me…. I give you this ring. Wear it with love and joy. As this ring has no end, My love is also forever."

The Doctor picked up Minerva's ring and said his words, "I give you this ring. Wear it with love and joy. As this ring has no end, My love is also forever," he carefully slid the blue & silver ring on her finger.

"Now I ask the bride, place the ring on the groom's finger and repeat after me…. With this ring, I marry you. Wear this ring forever As a sign of my love."

Minerva picked up the Doctor's ring and repeated the words, "With this ring, I marry you. Wear this ring forever As a sign of my love," she slid the ring down his finger.

"May the wedding rings you exchanged today remind you always that you are surrounded by enduring love. While this wedding is a celebration of love and commitment, it is also a legal ceremony. I ask the Maid of Honor and Best Man to join me and the bride and groom at the table," both Mickey and Martha stepped up again, "The signing of a marriage certificate is not just a legal requirement. It is in fact an ancient custom that represents the concept that not only must marriage be entered into consensually by both parties, but that it is also a social contract between a couple and their community…for the good of all. Signing the marriage documents is also a self-defining moment for the groom and bride…perhaps one of the most impactful and consequential moments of their lives. So I ask them to sign the documents before them," Mickey moved to sign first then handed Martha the pen, with a little sheepish smile that made the Doctor and Minerva smirk behind.

After a couple minutes later, Mickey and Martha returned to their places while the officiant checked over the papers. The officiant looked up with a smile, "It is my honor and delight to declare you husband and wife. You may seal this declaration with a kiss."

"1969 I gave you a necklace," the Doctor whispered to Minerva as they stepped closer, "Right on this park, near that lake," he looked past her to the lake that was once frozen 41 years ago."

"And what do you give me today?" she raised an eyebrow.

"Our first kiss as husband and wife..."

"I like," she declared.

Both leaned over to form their first kiss as husband and wife, forgetting the rest of the people around them as they deepened their kiss. Though they had to break apart when a silver glow started taking over Minerva. Everyone stared with wide eyes, the officer with horrified eyes, to see the bride releasing silver light.

"It's alright!" Zohar gave the call that made the Doctor and Minerva look to her, "It's alright," Zohar assured with her hands in front of her, a soft smile spreading across her face, "It's the Moontsay Linkage. It's been activated."

Minerva looked at her hands that bathed in silver before feeling fingers under her chin. The Doctor made her look up and see him smiling. He didn't even care that the silver glow had started moving onto him. It settled in him then quickly faded, Minerva's just a tad slower.

They simply returned to their kiss, their second married kiss.

~ 0 ~

Minerva watched with a sad smile her family and friends gathered around tables in the park, ignoring the chilly air that had been set loose. There was her grandmother, her father, her uncle and Ms. Donovan at one table. In another was Donna, her mother and granddad and Stacey. In the other table was Martha, Astrid, Zohar, Cody Mickey and was lovely...and yet...

"Okay, you are not allowed to have that face after just being married," the Doctor took a seat beside her, setting down their glasses on the table.

"What face?" she looked at him.

"The sad one! It's not allowed!"

She half-smiled and looked out again, "I'm sorry, it's just...I thought my grandfather would come, despite our argument I thought he'd come and at least watch...and he didn't come."

The Doctor had decided to keep quiet on the little visit Mayar had made to him before the ceremony. He figured it was better for Minerva to think he didn't make an appearance than to know he did come but had made awful warnings and statements. It was their wedding day, she deserved to be happy. And it was his job to make sure that always was the case.

"But you can't be sad over one person, look at all those that did come," he gestured to their family and friends, "Your best friends are here, your ginger sister's here, your grandmother, father...etc. All these people love you and came to share this moment with you."

Minerva looked at him with a small smile and took his hand, "They're your family too, you know. My adopted family is now your family too."

"And I am very glad they came, so you should be too," he nodded. She looked at him for a minute more then laughed, confusing him, "What?"

She waved him off as she finished, "It's just, I find your ability to get me all better a true gift. You do it so easily and with no trouble."

"Well I had to get the gift to be able to have you," he shrugged, "And I have you now, Mrs. Smith."

She made a face through her smile and kissed their interlocked hands, "About that...I don't really plan on using that name."

"What?" he frowned, even more confused.

"Doctor, c'mon, Minerva Smith? " she crinkled her face at it and shook her name, "It doesn't really fit. I think I'll be keeping Minerva Souza."

"But...but that's not the way it goes!"

"Yes it is," and with the face Minerva had, the Doctor had no choice but to agree.

"Yes it is," he sighed.

She chuckled, "There we go. Besides, I finally snagged the title of the Doctor's wife, ha!" she bit her lip and smirked, "And just to tell you, on the Monsoon, there are no divorces...so you're stuck with me now, forever."

"Oh what ever shall I do?" he smirked back and leaned to kiss her.

"How about we leave the eating of each other's faces for later, huh?" Martha called as she and Mickey came over.

"Go away dear Martha," Minerva absently said as she just stared at the Doctor, "Like now."

"Something tells me we'll be hearing of a little Elizabeth very soon..."

"What?" the Doctor looked at her with confusion, missing the comical expression Minerva had put on after Martha's words.

"What do you mean?" Mickey asked Martha, also quite confused. Martha smirked and leaned to his ear am whispered the explanation, "OH! You're good!" he praised her and laughed.

"Well can I get the explanation?" the Doctor raised an eyebrow.

Minerva quickly turned his head with her hands and brightly smiled, "It's nothing, it's really just — I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" she glared at Martha.

Martha laughed at the threat, "Yeah, yeah, Donna will kill you if you get blood stains on your dress."

"Minerva, what's going on?" the Doctor asked her, feeling left out being the only one that didn't understand the joke.

"It's nothing," Minerva assured, "Hey why don't we go dance!?"

"But-"

"Dance!" Minerva declared and stood up, pulling the Doctor up as well. She cast a sharp look at her best friends, "Can we get some music please?"

"Minerva, I'd really like to know—"

Minerva put her hand over the Doctor's mouth and stared down Mickey and Martha, "Music...now."

"And we're on it," Mickey quickly nodded and turned to leave, but not before he whispered to the Doctor, "Good luck, mate," and rushed off with Martha.

"Alright, Clever Girl, what's going—"

But Minerva brought him to her lips for a nice kiss, one that she made sure would leave him hazed enough for a distraction. She was more than glad to see the results after pulling away, "Would you dance with me, husband dear?"

Just as she'd planned, the Doctor had let everything go and nodded, "I would love to, dear wife."

And so the pair walked to the center of the small party and got into position for their first dance as a married couple. Once the music began to play, they started to sway to the slow song. They lasted for about five minutes dancing quietly, just basking in their moment...and then...

"Minerva..." the Doctor said, calm and normal level voice.

"Yes?"

"Who's Elizabeth?"

"Dammit," he heard the small whisper.

"What's going on, Clever Girl?" he chuckled.

"Oh alright," she sighed and looked up, "Martha started this little joke back in 1969..."

"About an Elizabeth?"

"Sort of. See, remember how I called her Martha Elizabeth Jones?" he nodded and noticed how she suddenly started to blush, "Well, she sort of came up with the idea that we'd have a little girl, a daughter, named Elizabeth."

"Oh..." the Doctor blinked, feeling his own blush begin to form on his neck and cheeks.

That Martha sure had a way of teasing them and getting them all red. But this certain topic actually made Minerva feel a little uncomfortable.

"Well, I mean...it's...it's not impossible anymore..." the Doctor struggled to find some words to say. That hadn't been a topic they actually thought about since Minerva's regeneration.

"Right," Minerva mumbled.

"I mean, if we wanted to...we could...but, um...maybe not right now..."

"Yeah," Minerva looked up at him with a bit of relief, "Cos, cos it's too early for any of that. I'm not, I don't think of myself as capable to be a mother. I mean if we're being honest, the thought if it terrifies me. What with the mothers I had, one is dead and the other is complicated so I don't really feel capable and-"

"Hey, hey, hey," the Doctor put his hands on Minerva's face, forcing her to stop, "You don't need get so worried about this. It's far too early for that. Let's just ignore Martha, yeah?"

"Yeah," she whispered.

"This is our wedding day and the only thing we should be thinking about is where we'll travel to after this?"

"You mean for our honeymoon?"

"Yes, I was thinking that intergalactic beach on Florida? Oh, or how about the 50's? Or the 20's? I wouldn't mind seeing you in one of those little flapper dresses..." the Doctor rested his temple against hers.

"Oh you cheeky man," Minerva blushed, "I married a cheeky husband, oh no..."

"But you married a cheeky man that absolutely loves you," he kissed her temple.

"That I did," she agreed. Suddenly, she was dipped down, squealing and laughing.

"Can't have a dance without our traditional dip, right?" the Doctor asked, smirking.

"No, I guess not..."

" And certainly, not with out the traditional ending," slowly, he brought her back up and straight to his lips.

~ 0 ~

"Are you ready?" Minerva called to the group of women that awaited her to throw her flower bouquet. She was standing on a chair holding her bouquet while the Doctor held her legs in case she fell.

"Yes!" Donna shouted, "Stop teasing us and throw it, clever sister!"

Minerva beamed, "1...2..3! Go!" she threw her bouquet over her head and immediately heard the squeals of the women trying to catch it.

"Alright, come down, my Clever Girl," the Doctor picked her off the chair and set her down to her feet, the front of her dress ridding and being bunched up between them.

"Oh my god!" they heard a voice from the women.

"Oh of course!" Donna exclaimed.

Minerva fixed the front of her dress and looked back at the same time the Doctor did to see Martha holding the flower bouquet.

"Oh I am so not gonna let this go," Minerva declared with a huge smirk, "Revenge is too sweet right now."

"Now, now, let's not be the teaser this time..." the Doctor warned, his small smirk appearing on his face as well, "...without me."

Minerva looked at him with pure joy, "I am so glad I married you."

"Perfect team, right?".

"Partners in Crime," she took his hand and nodded to Martha.

They shared a smirk and a nod before heading over to poor Martha, "Oh Maaartha!" they called together.

~ 0 ~

"They're going to be pretty peeved at us for running off on them," Minerva laughed as she and the Doctor neared the TARDIS.

She was currently in the Doctor's arms, bridal style of course, and was often casting glances behind them to see if any of their guests had followed them. The pair had assured the guests that they would stay and cut their cake...and then took off the moment they had the opportunity. The TARDIS was set in the same park but nearly across the place and was silently waiting for its inhabitants to return.

"What? They're going to be mad at some newlyweds for wanting to start on their forever?" the Doctor gave Minerva a sharp look, "Because that would be really awful of them."

"Oh I suggest we just get inside that box of wonders before my ginger sister comes running after us," she pointed at the box in front of them.

"With pleasure," somehow, the Doctor managed to snap his fingers and open the box on command. He gave Minerva a smirk afterwards, "Told you that would come in handy."

"Alright, you were right," she conceded and looked up to her Martian only to be greeted with a soft kiss.

"Let's go home, my wife?"

She smiled and nodded, wrapping her arms around his neck, "Yes," she rested her head on his shoulder and watched him walked into the TARDIS.

"We're back!" the Doctor called to the old girl, the doors shutting behind them, "And just a note, you'll be the home to a wedded couple now."

Minerva chuckled as the humming started up, "I take it I'm welcomed?"

The Doctor walked up to the console, "Do you welcome Minerva as your second pilot?"

"What!?" Minerva looked at him with wide eyes, "No, no, no, I can't do that!"

"You can learn," was the Doctor's reply as he kissed her head, "I'm sure she'll be glad to let you learn."

Minerva looked at the rotor that was going up and down with what she assumed was a good welcome. She unwrapped one of her arms from the Doctor's and reached to touch the rotor, "Thank you, box of wonders. I promise to make your first pilot very happy...and force him to throw away that hammer."

After that, there was a crazy set of hums that made Minerva laugh.

"She's so happy about that last one," she said to him.

"Don't gang up on me though," he mumbled.

"I make no promises on that..."

He grumbled as he set on her the chairs and moved back to the console to get them started, "Well, then I guess I'll have to defend myself in any way I can."

"Yeah, good luck with that," she rested an elbow on the armrest and her cheek on her hand, softly smiling as she stared at him, "I'll use my ways to stop your defenses."

"Why do I feel like I just entered a never ending cycle of losing?" he turned and walked up in front of her.

"Because you just married the woman who only needs to use a sweet smile in order to get anything she wants," she tapped his nose.

"Yeah, well...I have my own ways to get what I want from you," he leaned forwards and wrapped his arms around her waist, slowly sliding her up to him.

"And how does that seem to go for you?" she raised an eyebrow.

"A little like this..." he lifted her up to his lips, struggling to carry her off the chair with her dress's skirt.

Minerva giggled as she parted, "How about we go to bed? Believe it or not, I'm actually tired."

"What ever my wife wants, she gets," he declared and pecked her lips. He scooped her in his arms again and headed inside the corridors.

"Well actually, there is something I do want right now..." she declared sheepishly, "...do you think I can finally see your room?"

"My room?" he blinked, confused of the request. He actually hadn't been inside his room for months. Ever since he began sleeping inside Minerva's room he didn't find the need for his room anymore.

"I know it's strange but I've actually never seen it. Even in my past incarnations I've only ever been inside the console room for my first and then every room minus yours for my second incarnation. I'm just curious..." she bit her lip.

"And I love your curiosity," he kissed her forehead.

"I get to see the Oncoming Storm's room?" she started smiling.

"Isn't that where we're going?" he nodded for her to look ahead.

She beamed in excitement and when they stopped in front of the Doctor's door she literally jumped out of his arms and walked right inside, "This is where you used to sleep in? Well, on those nights you chose to anyways," she looked at a desk against the wall that consisted of far too many papers scrambled about on top, "And then when you didn't you decided to be messy with papers..."

"I had ideas," the Doctor murmured behind her, feeling a bit ashamed she was seeing his mess.

"Oh dear, of contraptions that go 'ding' when there's stuff?" she rushed to a shelf across the desk to see different sort of objects sitting in place, "Are these your own souvenirs from your adventures?"

"Yes," he went after her, "Although now that I look at it, it's missing one last souvenir."

She turned around and moved around to plop down on the foot of his bed, testing how comfortable it was, "Like what?" she asked absently as she garnered her results.

"My own Moontsay," he shot a grin.

She stopped moving around and looked at him, "Oh really?"

He nodded and moved after her again, taking her hands and gently pulling her up, "Mhm, I nabbed myself the bloody princess — the future queen," he raised his eyebrows and flashed another grin.

"How lucky of you," she mumbled before kissing him.

She could feel his desire for her getting difficult to keep 'hidden' as he often thought he successfully did. That poor Martian really had no restrains when it came to her, and it made her feel powerful in a sense, to know that she was the only person he wanted. It was exactly how she felt about him, making him just as powerful when it came to her.

"Mm, wait," she suddenly pulled away, biting her lip as she considered what to do next.

The Doctor, on the other hand, simply smiled after she pulled away, his finger stroking her face, "It's alright, dear."

"You'd really be alright not having an actual wedding night?" she raised an eyebrow.

"It's not like it won't ever happen again. If all you feel like doing is cuddling tonight then that's exactly what we'll do," he Eskimo kissed her, making her smile.

"I married the right man," she nodded, "Can you do me a favor?"

"Anything."

"I left my white teddy bear in my room, can you get it for me? I think I want to sleep in here tonight."

"Sure, I'll be right back," he gave her a kiss then tapped her nose, "Don't go anywhere."

She nodded and watched him walk out, taking a content deep breath. She looked around, her hands going up to her veil with a small smirk.

~ 0 ~

"I got it, Minerva," the Doctor walked into his room, "But if I can offer a suggestion..." the suggestion never came as he'd taken observation of his room.

The messiness had vanished and instead was replaced with lit candles everywhere. Currently, Minerva was finishing lighting up the last one when she glanced over, "You like?" she sheepishly asked.

"W-well, well, you..." no coherent words came to the Doctor's mind as he stared at her.

"So I thought more about it, and I came to the conclusion that I don't want to just cuddle tonight..." Minerva flashed a smirk as she turned to face him with her hands behind her back.

She had foregone her wedding dress, which now laid as a pile in a corner of the room along with her hair accessories except her veil and shoes. She now wore, instead, an emerald green and pink lingerie short dress. It had a deep v-neckline in the front with straps on her shoulders and a small gem belt under the bust.

"Are you..." the Doctor shook his head, greatly struggling to keep himself in line and actually speak real words, "...sure, a-are you sure?"

"Do I look unsure?" she gestured to herself with a chuckle, "I even got the TARDIS to send you around a couple times in the hallway so I could do this," she gestured to the neat room.

"Well..." he tilted his head and trailed her over for the fifth time or so, "...n-n-not really..."

"It's amazing what this wardrobe has you know," she held her arms out for him and the Martian obediently walked up to her, taking her in his arms, feeling his hearts nearly burst from his chest as he felt the ever-so-thin fabric that separated his fingers from her skin.

"Goddess," he managed to sputter out as her arms went around his neck.

"Martian," she smiled softly, "Theta," she tested the new name in her mouth as she set her hands on his face, "What a beautiful name that is."

He smiled back, "Kaeya, my beautiful flower."

"Mine wasn't a secret, remember?" she raised an eyebrow, "Who would've known all those centuries ago...we'd be here...married."

"Completely mine."

"Oh," Minerva chuckled, "You're completely mine, all mine," she smirked, "Is this to your liking?"

"I wouldn't be this nervous would I?" he countered, his breath hitching as she swiftly removed his jacket.

"I make you nervous? Excuse you, but I'm the one half-dressed here. How do you think I feel?" she casually asked while her hands went to undo his tie.

"This regeneration made you a bit more flirty, and seductive," he made a face and it was her turn to laugh.

"I'm just coming out of my shell, is that wrong?" she pecked his lips and remained only mere inches from them afterwards, "You're my husband, so...?"

"You're testing me," the Doctor said in an almost warning tone.

"Me?" she played innocent, "What would make you think that...?"

"I've got two words for you, Clever Girl..."

"And those are?" she smirked and leaned closer to an almost non-existent gap.

"Challenge accepted," the Doctor whispered just as his hand trailed up her thigh. When Minerva gasped he chose that moment to kiss her and begin their first passionate night of their forever.

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