Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who, but I do own Charlene (The Protector) and any other characters I make up!

Summary: Sequel to CCW. Charlene Davis's life changed for the better when she entered the world of Doctor Who. But it turns out, she isn't who she thought she was. She was the Protector, destined to Protect the Doctor. Watch as she steps into her Time Lord role as she travels with the Doctor in Time and Space, Battling New Foes, Old Foes, and Making New friends along the way. Things will never be the same…

Author's Note: Welcome to the sequel of my Doctor Who fanfic, Charlene, Charlene Who! Isn't this exciting?! As you can tell, I'm really excited for the sequel to my finished work. I hope that it will be as amazing as CCW was. At least I'm going to try and make it that way. Now this story will follow the third and fourth season and I'm telling you now, the Doctor will regenerate at the end of season four.

I love Ten from the universe and back, but I really want to write for Eleven because I haven't written him before. So those hoping that Ten wouldn't regenerate, it's not gonna happen. Also another thing just because Charlene (The Protector) has a connection to the Master that doesn't mean he's going to be saved or healed or something like because to be honest, I just don't see the Master not being the way he is. The Master is the Master and that won't change. The Runaway Bride is one of my favorite episodes because the Super Temp Donna Noble is in it!

And I'm really excited to work on it in the story. Though Charlene has regenerated, she's still the same person but with some personality changes. In this body, she's more impulsive as she doesn't think before she acts, she can also be very blunt as going to be seen in a future scene of this episode, she's more flirtatious (not as much as a certain Jack Harkness though), and … some other things I can't think of at the moment. The style of clothing she wears is different too, it's more Buffy like in a sense, but what she wore in later seasons. But right now she's wearng what she wore in Doomsday. Okay I think that's all I have to tell you…anyway! Enjoy the first part of the Runaway Bride episode! :D

Edit: Chapter has now been BETAed by Yhoretta, who also made the new cover for the story! Doesn't it look awesome?

Donna Noble stepped inside the church with her father, Geoff, ready for the happiest day of her life. Her wedding day. To be honest, Donna never thought she would be getting married. She had just never found the right person, but she wasn't getting any younger and she wanted to get married. She was the only one of her friends who wasn't and it didn't help that her mother wanted her to get married too before she got 'too old'.

But those weren't the only reasons. She wanted to get married because she finally found the right person, the person she wanted to spend the rest of her life with, and his name was Lance. Donna really couldn't be happier that she'd found a person that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. It was about time for her father to give her away. He had his arm linked around with hers rather than the other way around. She rolled her eyes fondly at her father and gave an innocent little cough while swapping the position on their arms.

"Sorry," her father muttered to her.

It was then that the organ began playing and Donna sighed happily to herself. It was finally that time. Lance, who stood in front of the church, caught her eye and they smiled at each other in anticipation. He wanted to get married as much as she did. Donna and her father began to walk slowly down the aisle, which brought on sounds of appreciation from their friends and family. Well- except Nerys, who was looking her up and down with pure contempt. Donna noticed this of course but paid no heed to it. She wasn't about to let anyone ruin her day. If only she knew that there wouldn't have a choice.

They got half-way down the aisle when she started to get this tingly feeling from top to bottom. She saw Lance's eyes widen and she finally took notice to the fact that she was glowing. She screamed, long and hard, closing her eyes tightly as she felt herself disappear. What the hell was going on?!

When she opened her eyes, she found herself in an unfamiliar place. It wasn't long until she heard an unfamiliar voice from behind her.

"What?" It was a woman and she sounded as if she were in shock.

Then came another voice, but this time coming from a man, "What?!"

Donna spun around at that moment, letting out a yelp when she saw a man with messy brown hair that went in all directions, brown eyes, and a brown pinstriped suit with a long brown coat. He was surprised, if the look on his face were any hint. Behind him was a woman who looked to be about nineteen years old. She was rather pretty.

'That doesn't matter right now!' she scolded herself. 'All that matters is finding out where I am and who the hell these people are!'

"Who are you?" Was the first thing that she demanded.

"But—" The man looked around, dumbfounded, while the woman just stared at her, shock clearly still etched in her features.

"Where am I?" Donna demanded once more, already getting frustrated and mad with this gaping imbecile, who wasn't answering her questions.

"What?" Both the man and women squeaked at the same time, their confused voices mingling together.

Donna finally couldn't take it anymore as she said, her voice rising, "What the hell is this place?!"

"What?!"

Oh, my God. Donna wanted to scream. This wasn't supposed to happen! Especially on her wedding! So much for wanting no one to ruin her precious day, because here she was, her day ruined before it even started!

The Doctor looked around, bewildered, trying to find some explanation as to why this woman was here. No one could get in the TARDIS once it was in the Time Vortex. It was impossible! Completely impossible! Charlene wasn't freaking out in the slightest, but he guessed he shouldn't be too surprised because maybe this body didn't freak out as much, or it was because Charlene was still getting used to the body that she was in. But that didn't matter right now. This bride in front of him did.

"You can't do that…" he finally sputtered out, still looking around. "I wasn't… we're in flight!" he added abruptly. "That is – that is – physically impossible! How did—"

But the bride interrupted him, rather commandingly, so much so that it surprised him into silence. This was obviously someone who you didn't want to mess with when she was angry and from the look on her face, she obviously was.

"Tell me where I am," she said. "I demand you to tell me right now – where am I?"

The Doctor stared, not sure if he should tell her.

"You should explain before she slaps you." He heard Charlene whisper behind him with a quiet laugh that sounded different from the way it did in the previous body. Deep down, he knew that this was still Charlene, but at the moment, it didn't feel that way. He still felt as if he lost her. The Doctor sighed to himself at those thoughts before telling the bride,

"Inside the TARDIS."

"The what?"

"The TARDIS."

"The what?"

"The TARDIS!" The Doctor exclaimed louder as he turned towards the console to figure out what was going on.

"The what?" The bride sounded like a broken record.

"It's called the TARDIS," Charlene said, being the ever calm one. That hadn't changed apparently. "TAAARDIS." She stretched out the word, making it long. She tilted her head to the side, a thoughtful look on her face.

'Well, that sounds different,' she mused to herself.

But the bride wasn't paying attention to that part as she angrily exclaimed: "That's not even a proper word! You're just saying things!"

The Doctor didn't look up from the console as he still tried to figure out what was going on. It wasn't really working out though, so he decided to question her.

"How did you get in here?" he asked.

The bride's shoulders shook with rage. "Well, obviously when you kidnapped me... along with her." She jerked a finger in Charlene's direction but before the Doctor could correct her on that fact, she continued speaking angrily, "Who was it? Who's paying you? Is it Nerys?" She took a step back as her eyes widened. "Oh, my God, she's finally got me back. This has got Nerys written all over it!"

The Doctor watched her rant, looking her up and down with utter confusion. What was she talking about? Who the hell was Nerys?

"Wow, and I thought you talked too much," Charlene muttered quietly, but teasingly. It was so quiet that only the Doctor heard her.

However, he ignored it for now. "Who the hell is Nerys?"

"Your best friend."

The Doctor finally noticed her state of dress and before he could stop himself from putting his foot in his mouth, he asked, "Hold on, wait a minute – what're you dressed like that for?"

'He did not just ask that.' Charlene almost slapped herself in the forehead as that question slipped out the Doctor's mouth. 'This is going to set this woman off.'

But though she didn't know this woman, she already liked her a lot and for some odd reason, she felt as if she knew her, but didn't know why. Before she could think more on the subject, her thoughts were broken by the bride's angry voice.

"I'm going ten-pin bowling," she said sarcastically before yelling, "Why do you think, Dumbo?! I was half-way up the aisle!"

"Really?" Charlene blinked. Well, that sucked. "That sucks," she said.

The bride nodded fiercely in agreement, "Tell me about it!"

Charlene felt for this woman and somehow knew then and there that they were going to close friends, almost like sisters. And she didn't know why, but this bride reminded her of someone…but she couldn't think of who it was. Charlene glanced at the Doctor, who was starting to fiddle with the controls. He hadn't been looking at her since the bride came into the TARDIS and she wondered why. Maybe it was because he didn't like the way she looked now. That thought alone was enough to bring an unpleasant feeling to her stomach, and she wrapped her arms around herself.

But neither the bride nor the Doctor noticed.

"I've been waiting all my life for this," The bride continued to rant, walking around, back and forth. Charlene began to wonder when she would take a breath. "I was just seconds away! And then you – I dunno, drugged me or something!"

"I haven't done anything!" The Doctor protested loudly.

"He really hasn't," Charlene added in to help, but it didn't.

"We'll have the police on you! Me and my husband – as soon as he is my husband – we're gonna sue the living backside off of ya!"

The Doctor didn't reply, too engrossed in operating the controls. Charlene felt a surge of annoyance before she could even stop it as she looked over at him. She knew that he was trying to figure out what was happening, but that didn't mean he had to be rude. And when would he look at her?

From the corner of her eye, she noticed Donna rush over to the doors and her eyes widened, all thoughts of the Doctor gone for the time being.

"Don't!" Charlene exclaimed, rushing after her along with the Doctor as he exclaimed urgently:

"No, wait a minute! Wait a minute! Don't -!"

But it was too late as the bride had already opened the doors and was now looking up at the super nova. Since Charlene was already beside the woman, she saw her mouth drop open slightly.

The Doctor stood on the other side of Donna, glancing at her. Charlene tried to meet his gaze but he wouldn't let her and yet another surge of annoyance bristled through her very blood.

"You're in space," The Doctor explained. "This is my … spaceship. It's called the 'TARDIS'."

"Our spaceship," Charlene corrected him, but this was ignored. She couldn't stop the tears from filling her eyes. What was his problem?

Donna couldn't believe what she was looking at. She barely heard what the man said as she was so amazed by it. She hadn't seen anything like this before. But one question was buzzing around in her mind and she voiced it out loud,

"How am I breathing?"

"The TARDIS is protecting us."

Donna kept her eyes outside. "Who are you?" she asked, glancing at both the woman and the man.

"I'm the Doctor," the man or rather, the Doctor, replied. What kind of name was that anyway?

"And I'm the Protector, but you can call me Charlene," The woman or rather, Charlene (yes she decided she was going to call her that) said with a soft smile on her lips. From this smile, Donna could tell that she was a nice person, but there was this pain her eyes that made her want to hug the girl. "What's your name?"

"Donna," she answered, meeting her eyes.

"Don-na," Charlene repeated. She grinned. "That's a lovely name."

Donna couldn't help but flush a little at the compliment. She didn't get that many, so she wasn't used to it, but she rather liked if she were honest.

"Oh, it's not," she brushed it off.

"It is," Charlene pressed. "I mean it with both my hearts."

'Both? Hearts?' Donna thought to herself, staring at Charlene. She saw the Doctor shake his head at Charlene. The same kind of look that Charlene had was reflected in his eyes as he looked at the short blonde. Donna could feel the tension between the two and wondered why. But she shook herself out of it. It wasn't her problem. All she wanted was to get back to the church and get married.

"Human?" The Doctor asked, looking her up and down.

Donna didn't like the way he was looking at her. "Yeah. Is that optional?" She found herself protesting.

"Well, it is for us," The Doctor answered.

Donna looked Charlene and the Doctor. She wasn't surprised. There was no room for it anymore. "You two are aliens?"

"Yeah."

"I am now," Charlene said and Donna looked over at her oddly. Obviously seeing that look on her face, she added: "It's a long story."

There was a moment of silence between the three until Donna spoke up again, "It's freezing with these doors open."

The Doctor slammed them shut and darted back to what Donna guessed was the console that controlled the ship.

"But I don't understand it and I understand everything! This – this can't happen!" he said loudly. "There is no way a Human Being can lock itself onto the TARDIS and transport itself inside. It must…" Suddenly he was all energy and he grabbed a thingy. Donna wasn't sure what it was.

"It's an ophthalmoscope," Charlene said to her and she nodded just before the Doctor rushed over to her and shoved it close to her eyes, gazing into the pupils and causing her to jump slightly. An endless flow of techno-babble flowed through his lips in an extremely fast pace and it just left Donna confused. Something she hated with a passion.

"Impossible," The Doctor muttered, still looking at her eyes with the 'ophthalmoscope'. "Some short of subcomic connection? Something in the temporal field? Maybe something pulling you into alignment with the Chronon shell. Maybe something mining your DNA within the interior matrix. Maybe a genetic—"

Donna couldn't help herself. She smacked him as hard as she could.

"What was that for?" he asked indignantly.

"This woman's brilliant!" Charlene couldn't help but squeal, clapping her hands together, looking like a little girl in a candy store. If she weren't so angry, Donna would have found this amusing, but she was so…

"Get me to the church!" she yelled right in his face.

The Doctor dropped his instruments and hurried back to the console with Charlene right behind him. "Right! Fine! I don't want you here anyway!" he said childishly, so much in fact that Donna couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"I get to drive her this time!" Charlene exclaimed, pumping a fist in the air and she pushed the Doctor to the side, which got her a look but she seemed to ignore it. She had a happy expression on her face as she got herself ready behind the console, as if she had done this her whole life. "So, where is this wedding?" she asked brightly, looking over at Donna with a wide grin on her face.

"Saint Mary's, Hayden Road, Chiswick, London, England, Earth, the Solar System!"

As Charlene pressed buttons, probably setting the destination with the Doctor's help from the other side of the console, it was then that Donna took notice to a blouse slung over one of the railings.

"I knew it!" she said accused loudly, snatching it up. "Acting all innocent!" She strided over to the Doctor and showed him the blouse. "I'm not the first, am I?" She knew now that Charlene hadn't been abducted as the girl seemed to know the Doctor. "How many women have you abducted?"

The Doctor looked up from the controls and Donna watched as his eyes fell on the blouse. His eyes flashed with recognition and his face fell.

"That's my friend's."

Charlene felt as if she had been punched in the gut as those words came out of the Doctor's mouth. A Friend? Charlene recognized the blouse as hers. One that she couldn't remember getting, but she knew that it was hers. How could he say it was a friend's when he clearly knew it was hers? Charlene blinked back tears. God, why was this body so emotional?

"Where is she, then? Popped out for a spacewalk?"" Donna said sarcastically.

"She's gone."

And there was another punch in the gut and Charlene stepped back from the console, arms wrapping around her stomach as she turned away, tears stinging her eyes. Did he really think that?

"Gone where?"

"I lost her."

Charlene's arms tightened around herself.

"Well, you can hurry up and lose me."

Charlene turned her head so she could look to see what Donna was doing. The bride was watching the Doctor, suddenly seeming to realize this was sensitive topic. But it shouldn't be. She was right here! She wasn't gone! She was still the same Charlene. She just looked different and acted a little bit different. But she was still the same person. Charlene didn't know why the Doctor felt this way about her. Wasn't he supposed to love her? Love her no matter what? Charlene wiped away her tears as she turned her head away.

"How do you mean, 'lost'?" She heard Donna ask.

Once again turning her head, she saw the Doctor looking at Donna darkly and advanced towards her. Only for a moment, the bride looked fearful. Charlene felt the urge to step in front of the bride, already feeling furiously protective of her, but she stayed rooted to her spot.

Besides that, she didn't even have to as the Doctor only snatched away the blouse from her. He pulled down the lever that would set them off.

"Right! Chiswick."

TBC...

In...

The Runaway Bride, Part 2...

And here's the first chapter of the sequel to CCW! Now wasn't this fun? What do you guys think of the change of format the writing is in? It'll be like this for the entire story and the entire series too. If this is confusing please tell me. That's really all I have to say accept to please leave reviews and tell me what you think of the first part of the Runaway Brie! :D