And okay, he had a girly haircut and total amnesia, but nobody was perfect. Since returning to Earth, she'd got a better job, she'd travelled more, and she'd just married a gorgeous bloke.

'Much better than marrying a man in trainers.'ĭonna really felt that her travels with the Doctor had done her the world of good. 'How'd you feel about marrying a man in leather?' Still, saving the universe from destruction by temporal paradox was much more him than hanging round the TARDIS, wallowing in self pity. The Doctor wasn't entirely certain that wasn't rubbish. So I need you to marry her so that it doesn't cause a paradox.' 'The thing is,' the hairdo was saying, 'Donna and I were recently forced to marry by a tribe of temporally sensitive aliens who were convinced that we were already married. This whole genocide business was obviously going to have more of an effect on him than previously realised if he was going to go around marrying human women. 'Hello, Doctor,' the skinny hairdo was pumping his hand, 'I'm the Doctor, and this is my comp-' the human woman elbowed the pinstriped hairdo sharply in the ribs, 'I mean wife, Donna Noble.' One was a skinny hairdo in a stripy suit the other was a red-haired human. He'd planned to mooch round the TARDIS wearing Fitz's leather jacket and feeling sorry for himself, but two interlopers had interrupted his sulking. Truth be told, he'd had very few good days since committing genocide against his own people. He gritted his teeth and asked, 'Donna Noble, will you marry me?' The Doctor sank down on one knee, the pointy sticks followed him. 'I know, and I'm surprised that you don't want to do it better than him.' 'Lance was using you to chat up the Empress of the Racnoss!' 'If we don't agree to get married then they're going to kill us.' 'Donna, you see the people surrounding us, the big ones pointing the very sharp sticks at my crotch?'

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