Apocalypse Rising (Book Three)

The Runaway Bride

Right off the bat, thank you to JodietheWriter for finding exactly what I think the Apocalypse looks like! Debating on or off if the cardigan has sleeves or not, but basically, that's what the Apocalypse wears. :) Thank you!

Also, thank you to _marvelous for yet again stunning me to death (almost, lol, I'm still typing) with your incredible covers! I figure all of you know why there are the cogs of clocks in there, or else, you need to rewatch this season. :P

And finally, the usual *** means that there's a paragraph break. Italicized paragraphs in the +++ are flashbacks to times with Rose. Throughout the book, these will be here, whether they're from memories with Rose and Jack, or (occasionally) even from Gallifrey! This is the flashback hell for the Apocalypse, and some chapters will have more of these than others. This one packs a punch, so that's why I'm telling you now.

And now I'm going to shut up so you can read! :D Here's "The Runaway Bride!"

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"You can't do that!" the Apocalypse shook her head furiously, trying to think of an explanation. Oh, her head was still so fuzzy after losing Rose - a jolt of pain went through both of her hearts just thinking about her - and she was so confused. "I wasn't - " She double checked the readings. Yup. "We're in flight! That is . . . " She shook her head, throwing her hands up in exasperation and proceeding to put her hands on her hips. "That is physically impossible! How did - "

"Tell me where I am," the ginger demanded. "I demand you tell me right now, where am I?"

"Inside the TARDIS," the Apocalypse sighed.

"The what?"

"The TARDIS."

"The what?"

"The TARDIS!"

"The what?"

The Apocalypse blew out a breath. "She's called the TARDIS," she finally said through gritted teeth. Losing her temper was not going to help her now.

"That's not even a proper word!" the ginger huffed. "You're just saying things!"

"How did you get in here?"

"Well, obviously when you kidnapped me! Who was it? Who's paying you?" The Apocalypse opened her mouth when the ginger's eyes widened. "Is it Nerys? Oh, my God, she's finally got me back! This has got Nerys written all over it!"

"I don't think so," the Apocalypse huffed. "I don't even know a Nerys!"

"Well, she's obviously your best friend! This has got Nerys written all over it!"

The Apocalypse tilted her head. "Were you getting married?" she asked, looking at the wedding dress.

"No, I was going ten pin bowling," the ginger drawled. "What do you think, dumbo?" The Apocalypse squeaked indignantly. "I was halfway up the aisle! I've been waiting my entire life for this. I was just seconds away, and then you . . . I don't know, you drugged me, or something!"

"I haven't done anything!"

"I'm having the police on you! Me and my husband - as soon as he is my husband - we're going to sue the living backside off you!"

The Apocalypse blew out a breath and turned back to the console, rubbing the back of her neck. She was already getting a headache. Losing Rose - stab - was enough. Hearing the woman say she was getting married reminded her yet again of the loss of the Doctor. The TARDIS hummed under her hand, and the Apocalypse smiled softly, patting the rotor, when she saw the bride make for the doors. "No, wait a minute!" she shouted, running after her. "Wait a minute! Don't - !"