Story: hung aloft the night
Word Count: 1603
Author's Summary: The Doctor marries Amy.
Reading this is like listening to an incredibly uplifting and joyful song. It moves eloquently from one moment to the next and manages to just be happy. Saywheeeee has captured the characters perfectly and uses them beautifully. This story is the fourth part in a larger series, and the author recommends that you read the others first. However I think this stands very well by itself, though of course I urge you to read the others as well.
It becomes a hobby for them–a collection of culture and ritual, a contest of sorts. They get married before they leave a planet, no matter where. On Ibber they allow a sweaty mumbling priest to tie their wrists together with sheeps’ intestines; in ancient Rome they share a house for three days (while fighting monsters, of course); on Alfalva Metraxis they stand in line behind a two-headed Aplan and try to remember the sixteen-verse vow they’re suppose to recite without facing each other. It gets trickier in the more advanced civilizations–on Fourth Yetchly, where marriage is a luxury for the wealthy, they are required to fill out two boxes of documentation and pay a fifteen thousand qa fee, and on the moon of Daar, where heterosexual marriage is illegal, they spend the afternoon arguing about which one of them has to cross-dress, until Amy points out that she disguised herself as a boy to infiltrate that asylum on Xesh three weeks ago, so really, it’s the Doctor’s turn. He scowls, but puts on the wig anyway.