David Tennant and Catherine Tate’s skit on Comic Relief.
#Do you fancy Billie Piper #My head canon is that since David and Catherine are BFF #one night David admits (under the influence of those green martinis Catherine forced him to drink) #that he has this horrific crush on Billie and she’s all he can think about #So when Catherine was writing this sketch #she adds the lines #and David is blushing and protesting and Catherine just lays a hand on his arm #and explains that he needs to say it in the open #even if it’s under the guise of a comedy sketch #and so David agrees #and when he reacts to this question on air #Internally he’s like ‘FUCK YES’ #and the next day Billie leaves a message on his phone asking what it meant and why he never said anything while she was still on set #But long story short Catherine is David’s best man at David and Billie’s wedding (via professortennant)
YES, exactly! And then it’s like, the AU of that story in my head is a super elaborate Torchwood undercover thing, with wedding chapels and alien religious indoctrination.
And the Doctor’s like, I really, really do not want to do this. You lot know I don’t work for you, right?
And Pete’s like, Doctor, we wouldn’t ask if we weren’t desperate, but they’re extremely telepathic, more so than we can fight with training or technology, we need your help.
And Rose is like, “Could be dangerous,” and she shrugs at him, and turns away to smirk because obviously he’s in now, obviously.
And he’s stayed away from Jackie Tyler the whole prep week, through the fittings and everything, because he knows Jackie isn’t going to let it go, she’ll start nattering on about real weddings and human things and better just to stay away from her and rooms with large elephants, so he does. Because he doesn’t need a wedding. They don’t need a wedding.
But then it’s Rose, and Rose is walking through the doors, all dressed in white and her hair’s up and the music’s playing and this, this is the moment he knows, he needs it, he really does, and he’s just completely wrecked.
And then Rose is grinning at him behind her veil, just this firework of white teeth and pink lips and so much gold, and if this is what the real thing is like, oh god, he’s in.
And then he’s kissing the bride, all pressed together, lips and tongues and hands and her mouth’s so warm, and soft, and wet, and they have a planet to save, they really do, but he’s taking this one thing, just this one practice run, and if this man he is now has learned anything, it’s that the world can hang on a second, he’s got a life to live.
PRECISELY, they don’t NEED the wedding, but they wind up doing it anyway (in my head, it’s for Jackie’s sake. And for the sake of not hearing her nag them about it anymore.)
But then AFTER the wedding itself, once the Doctor and Rose have a private minute, the Doctor pulls out a length of blue cloth he’s gotten from someplace (He’s shredded the dress shirts I got him for Christmas and woven them back together, Rose realizes).
The Doctor takes her hand and speaks Gallifreyan, his brown eyes bright and his expression oh-so-grave and vulnerable. He places the backs of their hands together and wraps the cloth around them both, binding them together, and she can’t breathe because oh god this moment is so intimate. He says a string of syllables, long and complicated, and has her repeat them over and over again until she says them perfectly. And it dawns on her that this — this is his name. And he puts his unbound hand on her cheek and whispers her name, “Rose Marion Tyler.”
Then he kisses her again, he’s got one arm around her and the other is still bound to hers and their bodies are pressed together and it’s a really good thing they’re doing this in private because it’s all she can do not to rip his clothes off right here and now. He’s been worshiping her with his words and she’s desperate to worship him with her body.
He finally breaks their kiss, breathless and rumpled and beaming. “Interspecies marriage is recognized by intergalactic law so long as there’s a ceremony in the tradition of both parties,” he says with an arch of his left eyebrow. “So that’s it, Rose Tyler. Human and Time Lord, and you’re stuck with me now.”
To this day, they still have that strip of cloth in the bedroom. And they use it as a blindfold.
I know that GitF is a stupid episode, but it’s so pretty.
The scenery and the costumes and everybody’s stunning face.
I really like watching that episode for that reason.
I just pretend that the plot doesn’t happen.
I am 100% with Nili on this one. THEY ARE THEY PERFECT FRIENDS. AND DT and CT’s children will grow up having playdates together, and once these kids grow up and go off to uni they’ll realize that what they THOUGHT was just friendship was really true love. And there will be epic longing and lengthy journeys on trains to be reunited, and then they’ll get engaged. And then David Tennant and Catherine Tate will finally be in-laws and all the songbirds in the world will burst into an ecstatic chorus of joy. THE END.