Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 457
Author's summary: To his great shock, the Doctor discovers that he's about to marry... the Doctor!
Characters/Pairings: Fourth Doctor/Tenth Doctor
Recced because: Look at the title! Doesn't it make you even a little curious? Come on, it has to. Even without the added glory of that great title, though, I would have read the story because I have a marked fondness for good crack. Such as the Tenth Doctor learning that he's supposed to marry his fourth self. Featuring perfect dialogue and a killer last line, this fic is one of many excellent efforts to come out of churchontime.
Before him stood an imposing structure of lace and white satin, at least six feet tall, a terrifying profusion of ruffles and bows and tulle and taffeta, topped off with a large frilly veil and wrapped up in a twenty foot scarf.
"Do you like it?" the other Doctor asked, grinning madly. "I think it's quite fetching, don't you?"
"Oh, dear," said the Doctor in the bridal gown. "I do hope I haven't gone deaf in my old age."