The Doctor took River thousands of years into the future and just left her there... But now she's hunted him down, and she's furious... [Set after Let's Kill Hitler]
"Hello Sweetie." The voice was husky, and guttural.
The Doctor turned to see River standing in the doorway of the abandoned ceremonial hall. He grinned. "River!"
"You bastard!" She shot him.
He fell to one knee in shock. Searing pain and nausea roiled through him from the quarter sized hole burned out of his shoulder. She'd unerringly hit the vulnerable hollow above his collarbone. It wasn't fatal, but his eyes were blurring.
His ears were ringing, but he could see the blurr
He wasn't getting any younger, and his companions were ganging up on him.
"This is never going to work!" Rory whispered.
"It will if you'll quit dawdling. Come on, River is keeping him distracted." Amy crept silently past the lower door to the console room, hunched over and tiptoeing like the burglar in some old comic strip.
He looked up to the console. Yes, River was keeping him distracted. She was kissing him, quite enthusiastically. And if the location of his hands were any indication, he was enjoying it.
He squashed down his fatherly instincts, knowing neither of the older people above him would care what he thought, and not willing t
The Doctor stared down at the picture in his hand. It was of River, or, rather, young River. Mels, as Amy still called her.
Lovely dark skin, silky black curly hair, and "bad girl" stamped on every inch of her.
He felt a strange tingling. Everyone sort of disapproved of young River. She was a rule breaker, an authority ignorer, a rebel.
If he'd met her when he was in school, he'd have loved her instantly.
It's not like he had a thing for bad girls. He usually preferred good girls, the kind who were always fighting the good fight. He'd known scores of them.
So, why was it River that made him tingle?
No doubt his professors would say it w
We Just Leave Her There? by Betawhofic, literature
Literature
We Just Leave Her There?
What did Amy and Rory think, immediately after leaving River at the hospital at the end of "Let's Kill Hitler?"
"So we just leave her there?" Rory asked in disbelief, pacing his and Amy's room in the Tardis. He turned on Amy, "She's Mels. She's our daughter! Our little girl!"
"I know, Rory." Amy was hunched up on the lower bunk of their bunkbeds, somehow, even with the Doctor's assurances, they'd still ended up with a room with bunkbeds.
"So this is fine with you," Rory protested. "Just because he said it." He waved an arm at the door, and by implication the Tardis beyond.
"NO!" Amy stood up, glaring. "But she's not a baby anymore." He s
She was brilliant. River Song could do anything. She was playing the piano.
She is brilliant.
The Doctor simply sat and stared. Everything she did, she excelled at. He crept into a shadowy corner of the Tardise's unused music room and sat quietly in a chair.
River was playing the piano.
Dressed only in a thin nightgown and lacy pullover she swayed softly as she played a low dreamy piece, her fingers caressing the keys with as much familiarity as she held a gun.
When had she found the time to learn to play the piano? Where had she learned it? Surely not in an abandoned orphanage, or in Stormcage.
Yet, she played as perfectly as she did e
Amy and Rory find the Doctor and River en deshabille in the library...
The Doctor's hair was mussed. River's skirt was hiked up her legs, and her dress draped down over one bare shoulder.
When Amy and Rory walked into the library, the Doctor was sitting in a chair reading a book, while River was sitting on the sofa opposite him, reading a manuscript.
"So," Amy said, looking at their disheveled appearance, the books knocked over on the table between them, and River's shoes flung in the corner. "What have you two been up to?"
The Doctor looked up from his book. He held it up. "Reading."
"Uh, huh," Amy said, looking at the Doctor's jacket l
The Doctor's all ready for a day of fun in the sun.
Sam stood on a silky white sand beach, sparkling blue ocean spread behind her and georgous golden sunlight streamed down. She was wearing a bikini, a wide smile, and an impatient air.
"Come on, Doctor! You've been talking about taking me to Florana forever. We finally made it. What's taking so long?"
"Be out in a minute, Sam," the Doctor's voice came muffled through the Tardis doors as it sat on the beach, its base wallowed into the sand as if the Tardis herself intended to enjoy the holiday.
Sam looked out over the ocean. This planet had three suns, but it wasn't overly hot.
"Well, Sam
The Doctor has one last favor to ask of Rory. Because he needs someone he can trust.
They'd been living in the new house for a couple of months before Rory found the books. They were piled on a shelf in the cupboard under the stairs, where he'd gone to find some towels. He wouldn't have thought anything about them, there was lots of new stuff in the house the Doctor had given him and Amy, but something about these books called to him.
Maybe it was the titles, "The Doctor's Journal," "The Doctor's Helper," and "Biology Notes." They were thick heavy books bound in red, blue, and green leather. He hefted them down, forgetting the towels, and t
Alone again, the 10th Doctor wonders if it's fair to keep making friends. He's dangerous. And it hurts when they leave. What should he do? And what would his old friends say?
Why did he always do this to himself? He was alone again. Again, again, again. He knew that friends moved on, sometimes died, but always left him. Admittedly, Rose and Donna had hit him hard. His hearts still ached to think about it, but this time, he wasn’t going to turn his face away.
He’d had no choice but to leave Rose in the alternate dimension. Someone needed to take care of his alternate self. No. Be honest. His other self would have been fine. He co
When the Doctor first met River he didn't know everything about her. (Library Fix-it.)
She was crying, she couldn't help it. This was going to hurt him so much, and to think, that all the time she'd known him, he'd always had this running through the back of his head.
She wired together the last of the connections, the countdown running down beside her. Him handcuffed to the pipe at her feet.
He was begging her not to do this. Her Doctor. Begging. But she had to. She couldn't rewrite time, she wouldn't. This had to happen. It was a fixed point.
But she knew a little about fixed points.
"Hush now," she said, a tear tracking down her cheek