Rory is on the phone, trying to make himself heard above the noise of his stag party. All the participants are wearing red t-shirts with Rory's Stag on the back and a picture of Rory and Amy inside a heart on the front.
"Hey! It's me. Hello. How are you?" Rory says, he is talking to the answering machine "the reason for this call is because I haven't told you for seven hours that I love you, which is a scandal, and even if we weren't getting married tomorrow, I'd ask you to marry me anyway. Yes, I would, because you are smashing" a giant pink cake is wheeled in "oh. Oh. Oh, blimey. I've. I've, er got to go. I'll see you tomorrow" his companions push Rory forward.
"Out. Out. Out" I burst out of the fake cake followed by the Doctor and silence falls.
"Rory! That's a relief. I thought I'd burst out of the wrong cake, again. That reminds me, there's a girl standing outside in a bikini. Could someone let her in and give her a jumper? Lucy? Lovely girl. Diabetic. Now then, Rory. We need to talk about your fiancée. She tried to kiss my husband" I say arms crossed.
"Tell you what, though. You're a lucky man. She's a great kisser" the Doctor mutters scratching the back of his neck, someone drops his beer glass and it smashes on the floor "funny how you can say something in your head and it sounds fine" the Doctor says quietly.
*Time skip*
The Doctor is hanging underneath the console platform, doing some welding, I stand next to him. Rory and Amy are there also.
"Oh, the life out there, it dazzles. I mean, it blinds you to the things that are important. I've seen it devour relationships and plans. It's meant to do that. Because for one person to have seen all that, to taste the glory and then go back, it will tear you apart. So, we're sending you somewhere, together" the Doctor says.
"Whoa. What, like a date?" Amy asks.
"Anywhere you want. Anytime you want. One condition. It has to be amazing. The Moulin Rouge in 1890. The first Olympic Games. Think of it as a wedding present, because it's either this or tokens" I reply.
"It's a lot to take in, isn't it? Tiny box, huge room inside. What's that about? Let me explain" the Doctor says.
"It's another dimension" Rory replies.
"It's basically another dimension. What?" the Doctor asks confused, the two of us make our way up from under the console.
"After what happened with Prisoner Zero, I've been reading up on all the latest scientific theories. FTL travel, parallel universes" Rory explains.
"I like the bit when someone says it's bigger on the inside. I always look forward to that" the Doctor says.
"So, this date. I'm kind of done with running down corridors. What do you think, Rory?" Amy asks.
"How about somewhere romantic?" I smile, the TARDIS lands in the middle of the busy area, not even trying to hide
"Venice. Venezia. La Serenissima. Impossible city. Preposterous city. Founded by refugees running from Attila the Hun. It was just a collection of little wooden huts in the middle of the marsh but became one of the most powerful cities in the world. Constantly being invaded, constantly flooding, constantly just beautiful. Ah, you got to love Venice. So many people did. Byron, Napoleon, Casanova. Ooo, that reminds me. 1580. That's all right. Casanova doesn't get born for a hundred and forty-five years. Don't want to run into him. We owe him a chicken."
"You owe Casanova a chicken?" Rory asks.
"Long story. We had a bet" the Doctor says, he is suddenly stopped by an official.
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The Oncoming Storm ²
Fanfiction(UNDER EDITING) What happens when the Doctor's wife travels with him through time and space. Seer: a person who is supposed to be able, through supernatural insight, to see what the future holds. Oc reader
