The ship lurched forward as the Doctor struggled to steer. Donna tried to keep her grip on a handrail. The ship dropped further and further, almost burning at entry into the Earth's atmosphere.

An alarm sounded as the Doctor fought with the wheel of the ship. He looked at a monitor then glanced back at Donna.

"Uh, Donna..."

"What?!"

"Would you mind ringing Buckingham Palace for me?"

"What?!," Donna screeched.

Donna walked and fell over to the phone. "How am I suppose to ring Buckingham Palace? I don't have the number memorized for-"

"Just dial pound, star, four, seven, eight!"

Donna picked up the phone and dialed. She heard ringing. "It's ringing!"

"That's the point, Donna!," the Doctor said still struggling against the force of the wheel.

"Hello?," said a voice on the other end.

"Ooh! Hi! Is this Buckingham Palace?!," asked Donna.

"Yes, who is this?"

"Right, well, see I'm on this outer space replica of the Titanic and I know, it's ridiculous and we need to-"

"Who is this?," the now irritated voice demanded.

"Donna, tell them security code seven-seven-one and to get out of there!"

"Uh, seven-seven-one, get out of there!" She glanced at the monitor with Buckingham Palace showing as the crash zone. "Before we crash?!"

Donna slammed the phone down as the ship went further down.

"Engine active," the computer finally said, "engine active!"

They were very near Buckingham Palace when the Doctor was finally able to pull the ship out of its' spiral. The Doctor looked at Donna and laughed.

"Are you having fun?!," shouted Donna.

"Yes, I am!"

"Whoo hoo!," Alonso shouted, ringing the ship's bell.

The Doctor leaned forward and gave Donna a quick peck on the lips. He leaned back and spun the wheel grinning like a schoolboy.

Donna shook her head. "I'm married to a madman."

"Yes, you are!"

Once the ship was settled, they met up with the others back in reception, exchanging happy hugs with Astrid and Mister Copper.

Then with Mister Slade who gratefully hugged the Doctor.

"Doctor...I never said...thank you."

The Doctor looked over at Donna as if to gloat in the confirmation of his belief in the innate goodness of people. Donna was about to roll her eyes yet again when Slade spoke again.

"The funny thing is I said Max Capricorn was falling apart. Just before the crash, I sold all my shares, transferred them to his rivals. It's made me rich. What do you think of that?

Before the Doctor could respond, Slade walked away and started talking on his mobile again.

"Come on," said Donna, "just let me slap him again."

"Uh..." the Doctor scratched his head. "Probably traumatized?"

Mister Copper spoke. "Of all the people to survive, he's not the one you would have chosen, is he? But if you could choose, Doctor, if you decide who lives and who dies that would make you a monster."

Donna sighed. "You're right. Still, that doesn't make it any better."

"I think we had better be off," said the Doctor. He turned towards the podium with the teleport bracelets.

"Okay, Time Boy, I'm just missing one piece of this," said Donna.

"Yes?"

"The TARDIS. She's somewhere on the Earth, right?"

The Doctor nodded. "Yes."

"How do we get back to the TARDIS? Because let me tell you I'm not living on Sto." She looked back at the group. "No offense, but none of you even want to go back and you've got cyborgs driving caravans-"

"We're not going to Sto," said the Doctor holding up Donna's teleport bracelet to look at it. He picked up another two off the podium. "Mister Copper," he said tossing one towards him. "Astrid, thank you. You were brilliant."

Donna looked at Astrid. "Sorry, about the whole thinking you were a blonde bitch thing."

Astrid shrugged. "Like I said, no worries. Enjoy the rest of your honeymoon."

"And do yourself a favor," said Donna, "quit your job and go exploring."

Astrid smiled. "I haven't got any money."

"Well, just take out a bunch of credit cards or sue the company," said Donna. "Or find an alien to take you, but you know, not this one."

Astrid smiled. "No, not this one. He's taken."

The Doctor cleared his throat. "And we really should be going," he said.

"How do we know the TARDIS is in London?," asked Donna shivering in the Doctor's tuxedo jacket as they walked along. Mister Copper was right behind them.

"She always turns up in London."

"Yeah, I meant to ask about that," said Donna. "All of time and space, why are you in London half the time?"

"So, Great Britain is part of, uh, Europee and just across the British Channel you've got Great France and Great Germany?," asked Mister Copper.

Donna looked back at him. "What did they teach you in that mail order school?"

"No, no, it's just, it's just France and Germany. Only Britain is great," said the Doctor. He spotted the TARDIS. "There she is!"

"And they're all at war with Hamerica?," asked Mister Copper.

"No," said Donna.

"Well, no, not yet, it's debatable," said the Doctor.

"Debatable?," asked Donna.

"We'll discuss it later," said the Doctor. He looked at Mister Copper. "Sorry, you know, honeymoon to get off to."

Donna looked at the Doctor. "Are you just going to leave him in the snow on Christmas?," she asked pointedly.

"No," the Doctor quickly recanted. He looked at Mister Copper. "Give me that credit card."

Mister Copper handed over a credit card.

"What's that?," asked Donna.

"Well, it's just petty cash, spending money. It's all done by computer. I - I didn't really know the currency so I thought a million might cover it."

Donna's jaw dropped. "A million pounds?!"

"That enough for trinkets?," asked Mister Copper.

"By trinket, do you mean a yacht or something Liberace might have kept around?," asked Donna.

"Mister Copper," said the Doctor, "a million pounds is worth 50 million credits."

Mister Copper was stunned. "How much?"

"Fifty million and fifty six," the Doctor calculated.

"I've got money!," he exclaimed.

"Yes, you have," said the Doctor handing the card back.

"Oh my word. Oh my vot! Oh my goodness me! I – Ya-ha!"

"Now, Planet Earth, that's a retirement plan," said the Doctor. "No interfering. I don't want any trouble. Just...have a nice life."

"But I can have a house, a proper house, with a garden, and a door, and... oh, Doctor, I will make you proud!" He hugged the Doctor and Donna, then skipped off laughing.

"Where are you going?," asked Donna.

"No idea!"

Donna looked back at the Doctor and followed him into the TARDIS.

"You know, I don't know where we're going either," said the Doctor. "Literally, no idea- what do you look like that for?"

"You still want me?"

"Of course I do. Why wouldn't I?"

Donna shrugged. "Have you met me? Did you just see the madwoman on the Titanic?"

The Doctor walked to the other side of the controls in front of Donna. "I forgot how long a year was for you. It doesn't seem like much to me, but I should have given you time."

Donna nodded. "And when exactly do you get this time? Since I've met you it's been one thing after another."

"Starting now," said the Doctor. "I promise."

Donna smiled. "Somehow I doubt that, but could you try not to crash us into the Titanic?"

"I can try..."

"And when I say let's get back in the TARDIS, let's get back."

"Understood."

"Also, no post-apocalyptic scenarios," said Donna.

"You're still frightened of those?"

"God, yes." She frowned. "You know, that telepathic projection or whatever of your other self looked a lot like the bloke in that film."

The Doctor shook his head. "Somehow I doubt that."

"Yes, he did," said Donna.

"Are we going to get on with the honeymoon or just argue?," asked the Doctor.

"Both, I think," said Donna.

"Alright then," said the Doctor. He walked to the controls and spun around as he put the TARDIS in the Vortex. "Anywhere that ever was, is or ever will be, Donna Noble, name it and it's yours."

"A beach would be nice," said Donna.

"One beach it is!," the Doctor said as the brakes kept to grinding.

As Donna looked at his ever optimistic grin, she was about ninety-five percent certain there was not going to be a peaceful beach in her near future.

And she didn't mind.

Mostly.

Author's Notes: I do not own Doctor Who, which I know must come as a surprise after all this time. It's been almost a year, a couple weeks shy. I've kind of enjoyed my Series 3 rewrite more than I thought I would and I hope you all did. I really have appreciated all the reads and reviews and follows and favorites and reads. Anyway, about reviews, I always love to hear from readers, even if it's been a while since I finished. As for the future, I know there are some Series 4 expectations, but I want to get it right if I do so it may be a while. Or you know, I'll say that and then it will be a week or something. I do have a couple of ideas that I might post on this story, but I'm not sure. Anyway, thanks again and I would love to hear what you think, especially you, lurkers. Thanks again!