Donna Turns Right and John Goes to a Wedding

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Prologue:

Chapter One:

"Mum, I'm not going and thats that!" Donna Noble yelled while waiting at the intersection.

"Just give it a try honey, this could be the job you're looking for!" her mother replied, equally annoyed.

Putting on her most stubborn expression, Donna was about to retort back when suddenly, a curious feeling overwelmed her. Suddenly calm, she sighed and said "Fine, I'll give it a try." as she switched her blinkers and turned right.

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John wasnt surprised. It was only three months after Harrys divorce with Clara, and here she was, head over heels in love with a MAN.

Or at she claimed to be.

Something was defenatally odd here. Normally, most guys gave up on Harry the moment she told them she was gay. But not Lance. Lance pestered his sister everyday and wouldnt stop making her terrible coffee until she finally agree to date him.

"The weddings in June!" She continued gushing in a most un Harry style.

"Knowing her, somethings bound to go wrong..." John thought grimly before giving his sister a smile, and quickly limping out.

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"Donna? Is that you?!" Irritatted enough as it was, Donna scowled and turned to face the squat little man.

"What do you want Mike?" she said, even more annoyed. "Because if you still want to force me to buy that HOVEL for a fortune, you can FORGET IT!" With that, she spun on her heels and started heading for the Printshop.

"No wait! I have a really good deal this time!" Mike shouted, grabbing hold of her arm.

Glaring down, she hissed "One minute or I lose this job. Impress me."

Putting on his salesman's smile, Mike quickly laid out the facts. "Its a lovely flat, right in the heart of London." Noticing Donna's doubtful expression, he hurried to continue.

"Wait, dont give up yet! Its deadcheap, the other renter managed to convince the landlady for an amazing deal."

"So why did you come to me?" Donna said frowning. "A deal like that would have been taken up in a second."

"Well..." Mike said, smile faultering.

"I knew it! Whats wrong with this "conman renter?! Is he 70 and deaf?! A druggie?!"

"No! Nothing like that!" He quickly retorted. "He's just...interesting."

"Interesting. I can handle interesting." Donna said, finally calm. "Meet me here in about 12, and we'll meet this "interesting man."

With a grin, she waved and headed towards her interview.

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It was the day of the wedding, and John was running disastoriously late.

First it was the suit, which until today was fine. Then, he discovered a tear in the pants, and had to run to a tailor and fix it pronto.

Then, to add to the insanity, his therapist called and made him listen to a her drone on about "how this was the chance to change his life, and how he shouldnt ruin it" junk.

And now, the creme de la creme, he got stuck in the worst traffic London had seen in years.

Sighing as he nervously glanced down at his watch, John felt his heart drop. There was no way he was going to make it at this rate, it would take another hour at least till he got to the hall.

Harry was going to KILL him.

Knowing that he had no choice, John leaned forwards and tapped the cabbie lightly.

"Could you please let me off here?" He said trying to not think about the long walk before him.

Smiling faintly, the cabbie reached back to accept the money before frowning worriedly at John.

"Are you sure you're going to be ok on that leg of yours kid?"

"I'll be fine, thanks." He muttered back before grabbing his cane, pulling out of the car and limping away."

Ten minutes later though, he did start to worry.

Although he was going as fast as he dared, the hall was still nowhere in sight.

Cursing his damn luck, his damn leg, and his damn sister, John was about to give up when suddenly, after turning yet another corner, he spotted the building down the street.

Grinning triamphantly, finally allowed himself relax. He was actually going to make it, and on time to boot.

Then it happened.

One moment he was limping down Whitley Road, the next, he was inside a...

...where the hell was he?!

Before he had a chance to grasp the sudden situation, a shout could be heard behind him.

"What? What?!"