Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, Stephanie Meyers does and I do not own Doctor Who, BBC does.

Author's Note: Hi everyone! So sorry I haven't updated in such a long time. I've been ridiculously busy…I know bad excuse but the truth. Hopefully when I get a vacation or when summer starts I'll update again. Anyway this is just an idea that's been in my head and I just felt the need to put it up. So let me know what you think, and on with the story!

Prologue: What if Bella never told the Cullens her actual past? What is she herself didn't remember? What if she was actually a companion of the 11th Doctor? What if in the 12 years he's away from Amy, the Doctor meets Bella. Bella wakes up on her wedding day with no recollection of the previous days. She's bombarded by Alice, her best friend she can't remember along with her family. At her wedding she gets a blast from the past when she sees a certain blue box. Takes places in the beginning of Breaking Dawn and the end of Season 5 of Doctor Who.

BPOV

The sun blared through my window as I opened my eyes. I peered slowly over my sheets and was suddenly bombarded by a pixie.

"Bella wake up! It's your wedding day!"

"What, wait…"

"Oh, silly did you forget, you're getting married to Edward today."

"Wait, Edward, who's-"

"Bella no time to talk, get in the shower, we only have a few hours to make you beautified. Now shoo!" I was pushed into a bathroom and had towels and clothes thrown at me. I sighed and turned on the shower. What the hell is going, I thought. Who was that pixie, who's Edward, why am I getting married! I turned off the shower, dried and pulled the clothes on.

I walked down the unfamiliar hallway and down the stairs. As I entered what looked like the kitchen, I saw a middle-aged man with a moustache drinking coffee.

"Hey Bells, I see Alice has finally gotten you up."

"Yeah…Alice." I guess that's the pixie.

"Well she's in the car, and told me to tell you as soon as you get downstairs to meet her outside. You better not keep her waiting."
"Ugh yeah, ok."

"Bye Bells"

"Bye." I walked out the door and saw a bright yellow Porsche 911 Turbo. Shocked, I walked towards it.

"Come on Bella, we don't have all day!" Alice said dragging me into the car.

As soon as I was buckled in she sped through the streets. We pulled into a beautiful glass house. I was pulled out of the car and into the house, not able to see the decorations. I passed a beautiful caramel haired woman and a gorgeous blonde haired woman.

"Hello Bella." Said the caramel haired woman.
"Sorry Esme, Bella doesn't have time to talk." The pixie or Alice said. So the caramel haired woman is…Esme?

"Wait, Alice can I…help with her hair?" The blonde bombshell asked.

"Sure Rosalie, come on." Alice pulled me up the stairs and pushed me into a room, and started working on my makeup. The blonde or Rosalie, started on my hair.

Where am I? I thought. Who are these people and why can't I remember anything? Why can't I remember my fiancée, hell I can't even remember what I had for dinner last night! What is going on!

In the midst on my mental breakdown, Alice and Rosalie and finished my hair and makeup and were putting me into my dress. My hair was done beautifully, curled and half up, half down. The dress was a stunning ivory color, with sheer sleeves, a tight bodice, and a flowing skirt. I looked absolutely beautiful…but for who? Who, who, who? The big question. Suddenly two figures entered the room. One I recognized as the man in the kitchen this morning. The other was a middle-aged woman with blondish brown hair. She embraced me in a hug.
"Oh Bella! You look so gorgeous, my baby girl is all grown up. Doesn't she look beautiful Charlie?" She said, lightly crying. So this is my…mother?

"She sure does Renée. Bella, your mother and I are so proud of you and love you." He said giving me hug. My parents, Charlie and Renée, why can't I remember them?

"I love you guys…too." I said unsurely then Alice came in saying we had to go walk down the aisle no. Time to face the music, I thought.

I took a deep breath and latched onto Charlie's arm and walked down the aisle. I looked at the man at the end. He was a handsome young man, with tousled bronze and bright gold eyes, weird, but good job me, I thought.

The ceremony was short and soon I was Isabella Marie Swan Cullen. We all sat down at the head table, me and Edward along with my parents and Edward's family. We were waiting for Emmett, one of Edward's brother's to finish writing his speech. From what I've gathered I'm 18, my name was Isabella Swan, but I liked Bella, and I've been dating Edward since junior year, and I've graduated and am going to Dartmouth. Also, something is apparently going to happen before I go to college.

I stared ahead and saw a woman with wild, blonde curls in a black dress suit walk by. I stood up, not knowing what I was doing. Edward looked at me and got me to sit down. I looked down confused.

"You're crying" Edward whispered to me. I touched my face and felt the hot tears stream down my face.

"So I am. Why am I doing that?" I asked.

"Because…you're…happy…probably. Happy Mrs. Cullen, happy, happy." He said.

"No, no" I said shaking my head. "I'm sad. I'm really, really sad." Edward looked back awkwardly muttering out a "great."

"Why am I sad?" I asked Edward. He just looked off awkwardly nodding his head. I notice something on the table.

"What's that?" I asked pointing to the tattered, old blue journal.

"Oh, um someone left it for you. A, a woman." Edward replied. I started flipping through the pages. "It's a book." He said.

"It's blank."
"It's a present."

"Why?

"Well, you know the old saying?" I looked at him confused. "The old wedding thing, huh?" He said ineptly.

I looked at him and suddenly a thought appeared in my head.

"Bella, hey…" Edward turned to me concerned. Emmett stood up finished writing his speech and began to speak.

I looked ahead and noticed a boy, apparently "Mike Newton" wearing a red bow tie. I saw an old man sit back and show off his suspenders. I looked down towards the blue book, crying, and as my tear hit the book, I stood up immediately.

"Shut up Emmett."

"Bella?" He said shocked, everyone was staring.

"Sorry, but shut up please. There's someone missing. Someone important. Someone so, so important" I said, scrunching my veil.

"Bella what's wrong?" Asked Edward concerned.

"Sorry," clearing my throat, "Sorry everyone. When I was a kid I had an imaginary friend."

"Oh no, not this again." My mother muttered, while the guest looked at me embarrassed.

"The raggedy doctor," I said, "My raggedy doctor, but he wasn't imaginary…he was real."

People began to look down in embarrassment. "I told you we should have gotten better help" my mother said to my father.

"I remember you…I remember! I brought the others back, I can bring you home too! Raggedy man I remember you, and you are late for my wedding!" I yelled banging my fist on the table.

People looked at me weirdly as nothing happened. Suddenly, the champagne glasses started shaking.

"I found you; I found you in words like you knew I would. That's why you told me the story, the brand-new, ancient blue box. Oh clever, very clever." The room began to shake and all the decorations were flying around hitting guest.

"Bella? What is it?" Edward asked me confused, worried, and concerned about what was happening.

"Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue." I stated.

I heard the whoosh, whoosh, whoosh that only a certain blue box could make, and saw the TARDIS materialize right in the middle of the reception hall. I stared on ahead, while everyone else was looking at the blue police box in shock and fear.

"It's the Doctor, how could I forget the Doctor?" I muttered to myself. I jumped over the table and ran towards the police box. I knocked fervently on the doors.
"Ok Doctor, did I surprise you this time?" I waited and the door was pulled open. A handsome dark-haired man with a top hat popped out.

"Ugh yeah, completely astonished. " The man said. And that man was the one and only Doctor.

"Never expected that." The Doctor said looking me up and down.

"How lucky I was to be wearing this old thing." He said pulling on the lapels of his tailored suit and scarf combo, walking out of the box.

"Hello everyone! I'm Bella's imaginary friend, but I came anyway." The Doctor walked over to my father and shook his hand. Everyone was in a complete state of shock.

"You absolutely, most definitely may kiss the bride."

Well what do you think? Questions, comments, concerns? Should I continue or not. Reviews are like bowties and fezzes to the 11th Doctor…or me and cake hahaha. But honestly review, your feedback is welcomed, and honestly helps me improve the story. Until later, bye! :D

Also, if anyone would like to see the inspiration of this story is, it's this clip right here, which I do not own:

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