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Fifty
by CharmingSlayer
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who and gain nothing from the creation of this story
AN: Thanks to the fifty people who have marked me as a favorite author. It is such an honor.
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The Doctor and Donna landed fifty years off target on the planet Tyrofn, which usually wouldn't have had the result it did on this planet. In fifty years the political, economic and religious setups of Tyrofn had undergone a massive shift. He had landed them right in the middle of a religious fanatical era and Donna had said the wrong thing in the center of the market. As much as he appreciated her company in the TARDIS, the former bride in white had not changed her ways. Most days he was happy for that, but this was not one of them.
"So how are you doing to get us out of here?" Donna asked for the third time and again he sighed and laid his head back against the stone wall they were bound to with energy binds. He was a Time Lord locked in a police station for civil disobedience. Taking a deep breath, the Doctor calmly said again,
"We're going to wait and see what the situation is here Donna, no point in causing more trouble for ourselves if they're going to let us go in two hours." He heard her mutter something angrily under her breath but she stopped as the door swung open.
The heavy set guard stepped inside and smirked at them, "Doctor, your wife is here to bail you and the loud mouth out."
"Loud mouth?!" Donna shrieked angrily. Blinking in surprise, the Doctor managed to nod,
"Oh good, good. Mind letting us down then." The guard nodded and pulled down the switch next to the door, releasing the energy binds. Stepping next to the Doctor, Donna frowned at him,
"You're married?!"
"No, but keep that quiet," he hissed to her as they walked past the guard, "I need to find out who . . . "
The Doctor froze as they turned the corner to the main office, and was completely unable to move. Poking his arm gently, Donna softly asked in a concerned voice,
"Doctor? Doctor are you all right?" When he didn't answer, she followed his gaze to see a young blond woman leaning against the main counter waiting for something. She turned suddenly, feeling their eyes and grinned at them. Donna looked back at the Doctor who whispered,
"It's impossible . . . " he shook his head weakly as Rose walked up to them.
Seeing that the Doctor was in shock, Rose held out her hand to Donna, "You must be Donna, I'm Rose. Nice to meet you . . . again." Donna blinked at her and was about to ask her something when Rose rolled her eyes at the Doctor and pulled his head down for a kiss. Laughing, Donna stepped back as the Doctor's eyes widened in shock. Snorting, Donna tried to tell herself to look away as the Doctor began returning the kiss and pulled Rose closer to him. She had to jump back when the Doctor picked Rose up around the waist and swung her around, grinning his head off.
Rose smiled at him and put a finger on his lips to stop his questions, "One, no I'm not your Rose, I'm from a ways down in your time line when you will find a way through the void so don't stress about it. Two, yes I'm your wife," She lifted up her left hand to show a golden band on her finger, "Fifty years tonight in fact, which means I have an anniversary dinner to get back to." Before the Doctor could say anything, she kissed him again quickly, "Three: the Asurians in the 75th century can do amazing things to extend a human life span and four: I'll see you soon." Giving him a huge grin, Rose turned on her heel and left the police station. Donna rolled her eyes at the Doctor who was staring at the doors in shock. He blinked slowly as a smile took over his face,
"Oh that, that's just brilliant."
"Yeah that's great," Donna nodded, "So you know you get the girl, can we go now."
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