Transformers: Legacy Chapter Nine
Transformers: Legacy, Chapter Nine
Into the Spider's Lair
Oracle sat, quietly, on her berth. She didn't much feel like practice, today, so she didn't go. No message, no warning, nothing. She just didn't leave. In fact, she barely moved. She laid back down, staring at the ceiling. She couldn't even find the motivation to move. Her limbs felt leaden. She let her eyes go unfocused, and willed herself to relax, cold, metallic air sighing through her vents.
For nearly an hour, she just lay there, letting her thoughts wander aimlessly through her mind. Finally, her berth gave a soft chime. A message arrived. Fighting her excitement, she plugged in, to receive a message from Thundercracker. She frowned, and opened it.
Waited on deck. No show? Will be there, tomorrow.
She gave a slight grunt, and closed out the message, and another message arrived immediately afterward.
Oracle, they're keeping a pretty close eye on you. Be careful.
She's My Anchor and My Sail(Doctor/River)She's My Anchor and My Sail3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
She's my anchor and my sail.
He didn't react to women like this. It was a Time Lord thing. They didn't let you out in the universe without certain precautions, and frankly, there were always so many other interesting things to think about.
But River was different.
There was an understatement. It wasn't that she was conceived in the Vortex. Although that was part of it, she had the same energy running through her as ran through him. The same connection to the Tardis. The same timey-wimey nature.
And that was grand. But it wasn't what was important. Loads of Time Ladies had had that, and he hadn't reacted to them like he did to River.
It wasn't sexual. Okay, it was but it wasn't but it was but it wasn't. This was River after all. He may be a Time Lord, but he was still male. He hoped River never met Jack, the poor man would die of an overload. Or start walking around wearing a short Greek skirt waving palm fronds at her. She'd love that.
Even that's not why he reacted to h
Senior MomentRiver Song meets Wilfred Mott.Senior Moment2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Wilf was having a cup of tea at the Senior Center while Donna and Sylvia shopped for clothes. He waved at a couple of friends.
Suddenly there was a ruffle of attention across the room. He turned to look and saw a truly gorgeous woman standing in the doorway. As she sauntered in, every male head in the room swiveled to watch her.
Strong, poised, confident, with a head of riotous curls and a body to make a man gnaw his own foot off. She looked to be in her forties. Wilf sighed, if only he was a decade younger...
She weaved her way athletically through the crowd. She came to stand by his table. He looked up in surprise.
"May I sit down?" she asked in a deep throaty voice that put him in mind of 1940's film stars.
He waved a hand in invitation, mute. Knowing he was the focus of every envious male eye in the room, he sat up straighter, proud, and tried not to look as tongue tied as he felt. Beautiful woman always did that to him.
She placed herself eleg
A Very Good DayHe wasn't getting any younger, and his companions were ganging up on him.A Very Good Day2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"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 to be the recipient of further superior smirks. He followed Amy down the lower level corridor.
They ducked into the downstairs common room, a sort of generic tea room where there was a food machine, a more conventional college fridge, and a hotplate for making tea. The room was hung with streamers and bunting, helium balloons floated at the ceili
Snog Him!"Go ahead. Snog him. You know you want to," Amy urged.Snog Him!3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"Mother dear," River said, "I do not snog on command."
"Oh, come on!" Amy said bumping her shoulder with a grin. "When you were Mels..."
"When I was Mels," River said with dignity, "we were both adolescents. I've matured since then." River gave her a repressive look over her shoulder, high on her high horse. Amy just grinned.
They'd just come off an adventure. Another world saved. Another alien invasion thwarted. Another planet of green swampy people free to live their lives in peace.
They were all back in the Tardis, and all still covered in drying swamp mud. The Doctor was grinning and gesticulating, looking totally adorable as he explained to Rory how he'd assembled the complicated technological doo-dad that he'd put together at the last minute to make the invaders' oxygen tanks fritz out.
Rory's eyes were glazing over, as usual.
"So," Amy said, crossing her arms and tipping her head at her daughter. "Since you're too mature to
Memories"River, what's your earliest memory of me?" the Doctor asked suddenly, out of the blue.Memories2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
River turned and looked at him, then leaned her hip against the console. "Well, as I remember it, you were shaking my hand, and your hair was flopping in your face, and I thought you were the cutest thing I'd ever seen." She grinned at him, wiggling her hips, eyes bright and gleaming.
His eyebrows flew up, grinning back at her. Then he frowned, "Shaking your hand?"
She nodded. "Just before I insulted your bow tie."
He wracked his brains. When had he... That could have been any number of occasions. "And?" he prompted, those flyaway eyebrows going up, looking for more of a clue.
She tilted her head at him, and puckered her lips in thought. Eyes twinkling at him. "And then you kissed me, and I insulted your hair."
His eyes shifted in furious thought. Again, that could have been any number of occasions. Suddenly the light bulb went off over his head.
"Hah!" His eyes danced. He clapped his hands and poin
DancingRiver loved dancing with the Doctor.Dancing3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Okay, the Doctor was a total embarrassment when he fast danced. But his total abandon urged her on to her own goofy moves, and always brought a light of appreciation to his eyes. He said she moved like a hunter, like a big sleek cat, even when she was doing the funky chicken. He moved like a giraffe. She had a fondness for giraffes.
But she'd be a fool to say she didn't enjoy it. Fast dancing with him was just so fun!
But slow dancing. Oh, she loved to slow dance with the Doctor. To have an excuse to cuddle close in his arms, her head on his shoulder, his cheek against her hair. Swaying slowly to the music. Sometimes music was even optional.
She'd slow danced with him on an alien beach of blue sand, under the light of a golden moon, with no sound but the sigh of the waves.
She'd slow danced with him at the top of a giant tree, with more stars overhead than at any other time in the universe.
His soft double heartbeat under her ear, his
Voices in the SnowVoices in the Snow2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
The message on the psychic paper said it was a gift. A set of coordinates he didn't recognize.
"I know you love the snow, sweetie. So I know you'll love this planet. And I know you've been traveling alone, you know better than that," she said with wifely scolding. He grinned sadly.
"So this is my gift to you. On Christmas morning, materialize on this planet, step out into the snow, and think of all your friends. I know it's hard, sweetie, when you've lost so many, but do this for me. Love, River XOXO"
He smiled at those Xs and Os, she always signed her messages with a kiss, ever since the first one. He wished it could be a real kiss, but he'd sent her away too, and, eventually, she'd gone.
He pressed his lips gently to those Xs and Os. He wished he could have kept her around, but he'd done it for her own safety. Competent as she was, it was too dangerous around him. He wouldn't risk her. Not her, the last one left.
But, she was stubborn, and beautiful, and even banished from the
Dinner for Two, or ThreeWhat must the Doctor and River's life look like, looking from the outside in? Martha comes to dinner.Dinner for Two, or Three3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"And it just blew up!" the Doctor threw his hands into the air with an exasperated "Spooshing" motion.
"It was a controlled detonation, Sweetie," River said as she walked past him.
He turned and glared at her, "Oi, who's telling it?!"
She shrugged, "Fine, Sweetie, but you're telling it wrong."
The Doctor turned back around and glared grumpily at Martha. "Spoosh!" he said again, his hands expanding. The motion half hidden from his wife by his body.
Martha grinned and bit her lips, staring at that young, mobile face. She'd been invited in for lunch, when she'd walked into the break room and found the Tardis taking up most of the space.
"We're out of cream, dear," River said as she crossed back across the Tardis kitchen behind him, carrying a pair of dishes.
"There's more in the larder," he said, without turning around. He leaned forward toward Martha across the table to regale her
Baby Giraffe"River, Help!"Baby Giraffe2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"You're doing fine, Sweetie!"
The nine foot tall baby giraffe, all awkward legs and neck, gallumped along chasing the Doctor across the African savannah. The Doctor, all legs and neck, ran hell bent for leather in front of it.
River put a finger to her cheek and just grinned.
Sometimes life got no better than this.
Old Married CoupleAmy and Rory find the Doctor and River en deshabille in the library...Old Married Couple2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
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 lying over the back of the couch beside River and the Doctor's one shoe that was off lying in a heap of books beside the coffee table.
"Why, Amy?" River asked innocently, rolling her scroll higher. "What do you think we were doing?" River gave her mother a thoroughly limpid look.
Amy put her hands on her hips. "Oh, don't give me that look."
Finder's PeepersSometimes the Tardis can be so uncooperative. But as Clara learns, sometimes it has reason...Finder's Peepers2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
“Great! Where’s the Doctor got to now?” Clara said as she craned her neck, looking down the three different Tardis corridors from this junction. A descending engine noise in the background was her only response.
“I don’t expect you to help me find him,” Clara said huffily to the Tardis, trying to ignore the idea that she was living in a space machine that didn’t particularly like her. She could tell by the vibration in the floor that they were still moving, but she had no idea where they were going.
Normally when she woke up she found the Doctor in the console room, already inputting the coordinates for the day’s trip. Or occasionally he’d be in the kitchen, preparing a truly huge breakfast.
But this morning, nothing. She’d looked in the library, the conservatory, and several of the lounges and reading rooms (it was real
The Doctor's DiaryWhat if River read the Doctor's diary?The Doctor's Diary2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
River puttered around the console, checking readings, trailing her fingers over the controls.The Doctor was outside, saying goodbye to Amy and Rory, who’d decided to go home for the night. Apparently they lived in London now, which was okay, since she didn’t have any place in Leadworth any more.
They didn’t travel with the Doctor all the time, which had been a bit of a surprise. But she wasn’t quite sure how to behave around them anymore. She was Mels, but not Mels. She was their daughter, but not their daughter. She was apparently some woman they knew from the future, yet that future hadn’t happened to her yet.
It could get awkward.
The Tardis hummed reassuringly under her fingertips. She smiled softly. Apparently she also had two mothers now. Amy, which she’d always known about, and this strange machine.
Somehow, that didn’t bother her. Rather this machine than Kovarian. Her brows knit and she fro
Put Up a BalloonRoommates need signals to show when they want privacy, but sometimes signals get crossed...Put Up a Balloon3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
The Doctor dashed into the console room, and found Amy and Rory kissing in one of the console chairs.The Doctor eeped, and turned around, then turned around again, forming a complete circle.
He really needed to install the helmic rectifier he’d been building in the workshop. Without it the navigational array couldn’t compensate for navigational hazards. They could fly right through a star by accident.
But Amy was ensconced in Rory’s lap, her hands woven in his hair, his hand up the back of her shirt. They were right in front of the sensor station. He wibbled, then firmed his resolve and gallumped down the stairs.
He cleared his throat. “Uhm... guys?”
They ignored him. Well, Rory may have started to respond, but Amy renewed her kissing, gripping his hair, and he fell back under her spell.
The Doctor shifted from foot to foot, he considered just working around
Yes, Yes, Yes"Are you married, River?"Yes, Yes, Yes3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Her heart leaped at the question. She stifled it down and concentrated on buckling her vortex manipulator. He'd asked. He actually had asked her to marry him before just taking her agreement for granted up on that pyramid.
Her hearts were beating so fast, and with such joy that she could barely stifle her impulse to jump on him and kiss him all over his pretty young face.
She wanted to dance around. Preferably nude. Preferably with him. She could feel her eyes sparkling with mad joy. He'd actually asked. He'd been interested as far back as this.
"Are you asking?" She wanted to be clear, she wanted it crystal clear what he was asking.
Ooh, smooth talker, that sexy voice.
And she was definitely going to answer. This time she wasn't just following instructions. "Yes."
"No, hang on," he said, panicked, she loved that trapped, horrified look on his face. He was so young, so gorgeous in that tux. A tux for a wedding. Her stomach rolled with gidd
Straight DopeHow would the Doctor react if River straightened her hair?Straight Dope2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
The woman walked right into the Tardis without a knock or a “by your leave.”
The Doctor turned from the console a bit surprised, he was traveling alone currently, no Companions to come traipsing in. And while he was parked in London, he wasn’t accustomed to the Tardis opening for just anybody.
She was turned away from him, carefully shutting the door, she wore a black velvet jacket, black satin slacks and red high heels, as she turned toward him he saw she was wearing a virulently pink satin top, with a lacy insert hinting at an impressive decolletage.
She had long, straight, dark blond hair.
As he saw her face his heart stopped, jerking as if he’d been shot.
He raced down the console dais and skidded to a stop right in front of her, gaping.
Her wild halo of fabulous curls had been straightened into a long, sleek, normal, fall of hair.
He made a hurt noise. His hands ca
Good Things Come to He Who WaitsThe Doctor emerged from the depths of River’s kiss with a deep, shuddering breath. He opened his eyes and blinked at her, his eyes so dilated he could barely see.Good Things Come to He Who Waits3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
She smiled up at him, flushed, glowing. His wife. His hearts flipped over in his chest.
“Hello, Sweetie.” her voice was warm and throaty. His hearts started going pitty-pat.
Her arms were wrapped around him, firm but gentle. She laid her head on his shoulder. He felt the warmth of her, the trust of her, and his whole body stiffened with terror and yet flowed like honey. He slid his arms around her.
Sometimes the hugest, most important thing in the world, could fit within the space of your arms, in the warm, wringing spot between your hearts.
She hummed and snuggled her nose against him, and he almost wanted to cry...
And her hands slid down under his coat and squeezed his bum. He jumped.
She giggled and kissed his collarbone. He shook his head and buried his nose in her hair. He closed his eyes and breathed
IntroductionsWhat was Amy thinking the first time she met River Song?Introductions3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
She was a beautiful woman, and she had the Doctor’s number.
Amy watched as they argued and grinned to herself. Oh yeah, she got under his skin all right.
She was smart, she was sassy, she had class, and yet, she was also walking around the Tardis barefoot as if it was natural. She’d hung her shoes on the monitor with no more concern than some women hang their frilies in the bathroom.
She was winding the Doctor up so tight Amy wouldn’t be surprised if he popped like a spring.
But he couldn’t stop watching her.
It was fascinating. His eyes tracked her, his ears were practically pricked forward to hear that sultry voice and the woman was using it for all she was worth.
Amy felt like she should be taking notes.
They kept scoring off each other.
One up - “Chances of rain later.”
One down - “He thinks he’s so hot when he does that.”
The woman triumphantly grabbed her shoes an
She Makes Me Smile - (Doctor/River)Why did he always feel a big grin inside whenever she appeared?She Makes Me Smile - (Doctor/River)2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
She makes me smile.
Why? Why did he always feel like smiling when he saw her? She was smug, irritating, and annoying. She was always getting him into trouble. She was impossible and a show-off. She would never answer questions and she knew that drove him up the wall.
So why did he always feel a big grin inside whenever she appeared? She was loud, she was brash, she carried a gun! She had that damned eyebrow thing going on!
But she had those lips. And that hair. And he had the most insane urge to just grab her, she was so soft he just wanted to squish her. She made him tingle.
She'd walk around his home in her bare feet! When had bare feet become erotic?
She could fly his Tardis! Not that that was really all that hard. He'd dumbed down the controls a long time ago. Not that he'd tell her that, he liked having skin.
And she was in contact with his Tardis, and that really got under his skin!
In the NewsA picture is worth a thousand words. Especially if you're the Doctor and River Song.In the News2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
“This is going to sell us thousands of newspapers.”
The photographer bounced on his toes in front of his publisher’s desk.
“Who are they?” the publisher asked, tapping a finger on the glossy photo.
The photographer shrugged. “Don’t know. All I could get is that they’re both doctors.”
“Where was this taken?” the publisher asked.
“At the Swanlea Charity Ball.”
The publisher nodded. “Public venue then, we don’t have to get their permission. Did you get any more?” the publisher waved the photograph at him.
The photographer grinned. “Oh yeah. They’re quite a pair of dancers. They came swirling in like Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers, cleared the whole dance floor. They didn’t even seem to notice. At the end they just stopped and clapped politely for the orchestra as if they didn’t re
DuetShe was brilliant. River Song could do anything. She was playing the piano.Duet2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
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 everything else. Sometimes he was jealous of how well she did everything. Well, not really, he was actually impressed, and rather smugly proud.
No doubt her childhood had driven her to excel at whatever she attempted. That thought brought a pang of grief and guilt. But look at what it had created!
He could only imagine what she could have ac
The Little ThingsThe Doctor and River's lives are filled with little moments, those small, unremarkable things that make their screwed up life worth living.The Little Things9 months ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
River woke to the feel of a long form slipping into the prison bed behind her.
If it was one of the guards trying something she was going to be up in front of the review board again, for murder. It had been a long time since anyone had tried this. She didn’t tense up, she was too well trained an assassin for that.
She felt long arms slip around her waist, and suddenly recognized the fresh, piney clean, male scent of him.
“Living dangerously, aren’t you Sweetie?” she asked, without moving.
“Go back to sleep, River. It’s okay, I just needed to hold you for a bit.” His voice was older and more serious than she’d heard it in a while. She easily placed him as later in his timestream, and happily repositioned her head on his arm as she felt his body slip up behind her, supporting her, his long legs n
Holding Hands(River and the Doctor)Holding Hands2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
They were holding hands.
They were just walking along an alien esplanade, enjoying the scenery, casual, easy, and holding hands.
He loved the feel of her hand in his, so strong, so soft, so small for how capable they were.
She shifted her fingers and threaded hers through his. A little thrill went through him, a feeling of such rightness.
She wasn't even paying attention, just enjoying the sights of the locals playing a game on the beach, the sight and sound of the feathery alien palm trees. The way the world could be so alien, yet at the same time so normal.
The archeologist in her loved this sort of thing.
Their hands swung, and he let his hip bump hers as they strode along, she bumped him back, casually flirty, even when she wasn't thinking about it.
He grinned, raised her hand, and gently kissed the backs of her fingers.
She looked up, surprised. She smiled, her eyes deep and sparkling. "What was that for, Sweetie?"
He just shook his head and kissed he
CaughtWhy does Dad always catch you when you're having a good snog? River and the Doctor get caught by the most unexpected person.Caught2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
River had him pressed up securely to the Tardis corridor wall. His hands tangled in her hair, her hands framed his face as they kissed with a slow luscious thoroughness.
A throat cleared behind them.
River spun around, hair flying, hand going to her gun.
There was a tall, curly haired man standing in the corridor. He had his hands in his pockets, a surprised look on his face, and an impossibly long scarf draping down to the floor.
"What are you doing here?" the Doctor asked behind her.
"I think the relative continuum stabilizers have slipped again," the man said. He stood there as if he owned the place.
"What exactly do you think you're doing?" the man asked the Doctor in a disapproving tone, looking pointedly from the Doctor to River and back.
The Doctor gripped her hips, pulling her possessively back against him, she couldn't help but smile