Whining About WineFrom the prompt: "You know how Eleven is always spitting out his wine, how about a story where River tries to find a wine that the Doctor likes and succeeds."
He took a sip, made a face, and spat it out.
He looked mournfully down into his glass. "Elderberry wine. I thought for sure I'd like elderberry!" he wailed, pulling a huge frowny face like a child denied cookies.
River laughed at him and handed him a baguette. "It's not the end of the world, Sweetie."
"But I used to love wine!" he whined. He tore a chunk off the loaf and chewed vengefully, using it to get the taste out of his mouth. He swallowed and waved the rest of the loaf at her. They were dining at a little outdoor cafe in 1860's Paris. People bustled past on their own business, some of them in bustles.
"Maybe your taste buds have changed," River said, delicately spooning up a lovely consommé. A small jaunty hat was perched on her head.
The Doctor drew his attention from the delightful picture she m
Dirty Old ManThe Doctor isn't a dirty old man. But it was his anniversary, and he was old, and it was muddy, and, well, things just sort of developed.Dirty Old Man2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
River shrieked. “Doctor!”
He tackled her around the waist. They fell tumbling down the hill, his arms tight around her. They ended in a huge mud puddle at the bottom.
She sat up and flicked the mud off her hands. “What did you do that for?”
“There was a Cendisian Ruby Snake about to bite you, didn’t you see it?” he demanded. His face was stark white under the mud, his quiff bobbing down from the weight of mud on the tip.
It started raining.
“Oh, great!” River stared up at the sky, her gown ruined, the rain slicking her muddy hair back like a mop. “Can this day get any better?” she groused.
“River,” his voice was soft, almost a whisper. She turned.
He kissed her. Shock jolted down to her heels. He pushed her back in the mud, braced them on one arm, cupped her face wit
Anniversary BluesIt's River's first wedding anniversary since her last kiss with the Doctor. She's not handling it well.Anniversary Blues3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"She's in there," the sweating man waved at the bar. "She's crazy! Unfortunately, she's also a good shot."
"What set her off?"
"Hell if I know," the little man rubbed his bald pate. "She came in looking like she wanted to drown her sorrows, and next thing I know she's shooting shit out of my bar!"
The tall man patted him on the shoulder, "I'll see what I can do."
He walked into a smoking rubble of a bar. Tables were turned over, drinks spilled, bottles shattered, glass crunched under foot.
He found her sitting in the corner, back to the wall, a whining gun in one hand, and a half-empty bottle of Tequila in the other. From the evidence on the table it wasn't the first.
"River," he muttered calmingly.
She looked wired, her eyes electric, as dangerous as someone with nothing to lose. She shot at him. The bolt sizzled over his shoulder, close enough that he felt the heat of i
Snog Him!"Go ahead. Snog him. You know you want to," Amy urged.Snog Him!2 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
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
Grow Old With Me "Never let him see the damage. Never let him see you age..."Grow Old With Me3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
River was in her bath robe. The Doctor squinted at her, no, she was in Amy's bath robe. He felt his hearts squeeze, but also a wry smile lift his mouth. River would never own anything as dowdy as a threadbare fluffy pink bathrobe.
She was wearing her mother's robe. The Doctor's throat closed up. She was coming out of the bathroom, halfway down the hallway. Her hair had that extra bounciness it got just after she'd washed it, when it wasn't quite dry yet. And she was moving like an old woman, as if her very bones hurt.
He ran down the hall and scooped her up in a huge hug. She squeaked in surprise. His hearts were suddenly hurting, but not for the Ponds. For River. How could she think he'd care how old she got? Why would she think she needed to hide any injury or imperfection from him.
Didn't she understand how much he loved her?
"River." He hid his face in her curls, cool against his cheeks. He squeezed her as tightly
He Sees You When You're SleepingRiver Song gets a visit from Santa in Stormcage. The Doctor's never gotten to play Santa before...He Sees You When You're Sleeping2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
He was wearing special sound dampening shoes. He tiptoed across the aisle to peek into River's cell. She was there, curled up asleep, hugging her pillow. His heart did a little mushy flop at how cute she looked, all big curls and flushed cheek.
It was perfect!
He'd put the Tardis on silent, and he now set up a sound dampening cone and pointed it down the hall. Once he was sure it was working, he knelt by her cell door and quickly picked the lock. He didn't want to risk the sonic waking her up.
He grinned when the door slid silently open. He stood up and rubbed his hands. With an irrepressive grin he spun and dashed back into the Tardis.
It wasn't easy moving around River's cell without bumping into things, or causing enough of a draft to wake her up. He kept checking on her. She was frowning slightly in her sleep, but she seemed beat. She must have just got back from an adven
Never Boring - (River/Doctor)Even the most hectic life has its quiet moments...Never Boring - (River/Doctor)3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
It was quiet.
It was just the two of them. There was no one around. Just them, a grassy hillside, a checkered blanket, a beautiful sunrise, soft morning air, and birdsong.
River lay back on the blanket and sighed, the morning sunlight washing over her.
The Doctor turned his head to look at her, and smiled. Her eyes were closed, her athletic body relaxed, the sun glinted golden in her curls. She looked perfectly satisfied.
"Better than Stormcage?" he asked.
She smiled and turned to look at him. His hair was mussed and sticking out all over - ruffling in the gentle breeze. Her eyes drifted down over his long form, his legs crossed at the ankle, hands threaded comfortably on his stomach.
"Mmm..." she hummed her agreement, eyes sliding back up, simply enjoying looking at him.
He smiled and turned on his side, propping himself up on one arm. He plucked a pie
Diamond in the RoughThe Doctor and River go swimming, and the Doctor realizes River has a unique birthmark.Diamond in the Rough3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
River walked into the Tardis, strode over to him, wrapped her arms around his waist, laid her head on his chest, and just stood there.
The Doctor froze, surprised. She felt wonderful. All soft and warm. But he didn't know what to do. She was just standing there. He was used to River being more, well, forward.
Not that her forward wasn't quite nice...and her back...and her bottom...and her top. In fact, she was delightful all over...
She laid a small, shivery kiss on his neck, just above his collar. She tipped her head back and smiled at him. "Let's go swimming."
He took her to Palormnden Theta. The sand was blue, shading to pink and violet, indigo and ivory in places. They built a sand castle. Quite a good one. Five feet tall with crenelations and towers and spiral roofs made of seashells. One of them crawled off.
When the surf knocked down their castle, R
She's My Anchor and My Sail(Doctor/River)She's My Anchor and My Sail2 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
Grunt - (River/Doctor) One thing married couples have to do, is learn to interpret each other's grunts...Grunt - (River/Doctor)2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
River pulled down the sheet that covered her face and looked up, bleary-eyed, at the Doctor looming over her in her cell.
"Unh!" She glared at him.
"Did you just grunt at me?" he asked.
She grunted again.
The Doctor grinned like a little boy who'd just discovered his dog could talk. He bounced on his toes and beamed at her. She gave him a dirty look and scrubbed her hands over her weary face and into her tangled hair.
Resigned, she flung aside her prison issue blanket and swung her feet to the floor. She sat up, then hunched over with her face in her hands.
"What do you want, Sweetie?" she asked, trying not to sound as disgusted as she felt.
"Grunt again," he said.
She stared up at him over her fingers. "What?"
He bounced, beaming. "Grunt again. It's cute!"
River groaned into her hands and rocked slightly, finally rocking herself to her feet.
She poked a sharp-tipped fingernail in his chest. "I a
Dressing UpThe Doctor watched as River smoothed the hose up her shapely calf, pulling it up her silky thigh and clipping it to her garter belt.Dressing Up3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Getting an eyeful, Sweetie?" she asked, not taking her attention from her task, a small smirk on her lips.
He jumped. He straightened up in the doorway and adjusted his black dress bow tie. "Sorry, I..."
"Oh, honey, I don't mind," she turned and gave him one of those sultry eyed looks, that "come hither" smile that seemed to bypass his brain and go straight to his legs.
He found himself walking into the bedroom, watching as she slipped on a pair of bright red stiletto heels.
He sat down on the edge of the bed and looked up at her, shimmering in a golden gown, hair piled high on her head, pearl drops dangling enticingly from her ears.
"You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" he asked.
She gave him a coy look as she strapped a small, lethal laser pistol to her thigh. He tried to ignore the gun and concentrate on her thigh. Not a difficult prospect. He'd
Yes, Yes, Yes"Are you married, River?"Yes, Yes, Yes2 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
River SleepsThe Doctor relaxed on the king sized bed, in the VIP Suite of the Hotel Paragon, in the Chantel Region of the Corsa Cluster. River laid next to him, her head in his lap, and he gently ran his fingers through her soft curls. He smiled down at her, amazed at how such a strong, vivacious woman can seem so sweet and child-like while asleep.River Sleeps3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It is times like these, in the quiet hours of the night, when he can watch her sleeping, and see Little Amelia in her. She is so much like her mother was. Strong, smart, witty, vibrant... and sad. She doesn't admit that. Never. But he knows she is. All her life she had set her heart on loving him, and all he can do is destroy her world a little bit at a time.
Because of him, she had no childhood.
Because of him, she wasn't raised by her loving parents.
Because of him, she had lost her freedom.
Because of him, she had lost her parents.
And, because of him, she would sacrifice her own life.
She moved then, in her sleep. He checked his watch, and nodded in
BubblesRiver finds the Doctor having a bubble bath... How could a girl resist?Bubbles3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
He was sitting in a mound of bubbles up to his chin with a disposable party hat on his head.
He'd sculpted the bubbles into a Santa Claus beard and mustache, and there were a variety of boats, ducks, and what looked like the tail of a plastic dragon poking out of the mountains of foam.
River lounged in the doorway and stared at him, shaking her head, and smiling indulgently. "Enjoying yourself?" she asked.
"River!" He jumped up, splashing water and foam everywhere. He grinned delightedly. "I didn't hear you arrive." He stopped and cocked his head, listening. "We haven't landed, have we?"
River shook her head. She held out her wrist. "Vortex manipulator. Sexy and I have been working on it."
His eyes got huge, gleaming bright. "You materialized inside while we're in the vortex? That's brilliant!" He gamboled over to her, dripping water and foam. He almost tripped over the lip of the huge, clawfooted bathtub. H
Museum of LoveWhile working as an archeologist, River discovers a number of mysterious notes on various artifacts. Notes meant for her.Museum of Love3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
River had accompanied the artifacts to the museum. Someone of the dig had to be on hand during transport in case of accidents. And besides, she couldn't let anyone else find the note.
It had first started on Telos. She'd been helping with the excavations of the Cybermen's Tomb. And wouldn't the Doctor have a fit if he found out about that? But it was part of her research for her expanded dissertation, for her professorship. He'd been there when it was uncovered.
Besides, she'd been careful. She'd introduced a neuro-electric toxin to the Cybermen's freezing units. Even if some madman did decide to try to revive them again, all he'd find were a bunch of brain-dead popsickles. Anatomically interesting, but not dangerous.
But that was where she'd found the first note. Scratched into the side of the main control console in the first room, far in
Her Face - (Doctor/River)Just the sight of her was enough to make his hearts pound with joy. Her face.Her Face - (Doctor/River)2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Just the sight of her was enough to make his hearts pound with joy.
A flash of tangled curls on a crowded alien street could make him speed up, only to discover it wasn't her at all.
The sight of her face, that strong face. More beautiful to him than any other.
He'd known women more beautiful than River. Strictly speaking, Amy was prettier. Yet it was River that made his hearts pound, made his blood race, made him smile with mad joy, only to wipe it away when she turned, and pretend to be irritated instead.
Oh, how he loved her face. The shape of it, the warmth of it, her soft skin, and the crinkles around her eyes.
He loved her eyebrow that cocked at him in mockery. He loved her nose with that slight bump that made it too strong for beauty, but absolutely perfect for her. He loved her lips, with their lies and their spoilers and their hallucinogenic lipstick. She had killed him with those lips, yet th
Sick River (Part 1 of 2)River Song was always the strong one, but what would the others do if she got sick?Sick River (Part 1 of 2)1 year ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
River took aim, wavered, her eyes rolled up and she passed out, falling over backward.
"River!" Rory just managed to catch her. He held her up, his hand went to her neck. "She's burning up!"
The aliens didn't stop firing at them, but with River no longer giving them covering fire, the bad guys were getting bold, advancing out from behind the barrels and bales that littered the smuggler's ship cluttered hallways.
They all ducked back behind the gold statue of "Freedom" which they had traced to this ship from the planet Kantaro, where it had been stolen. The smugglers were unwilling to risk melting the precious metal, which was the only thing keeping them safe at the moment.
"River?" Amy patted her cheeks with concern, giving her a harder smack when she didn't respond. Rory frowned at her, she frowned back. River wouldn't want to be unconscious if there was any alternative.
"Quick!" the Doctor said
HabitsThe Doctor and River have a habit...Habits1 year ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
These two ultimate badasses had a habit. It wasn’t something they did all the time, but every once in a great while they’d lock the Tardis doors, close out the universe, and indulge themselves.
The Doctor would make a big batch of homemade caramel popcorn with toasted cashews. River would make a pot of real hot chocolate.
They’d spoon up on the broken down sofa in the library, snack out, and watch an old Disney Movie of the Week.
The combination had a soporific effect on Time Lord metabolism.
And every time, as the movie wall faded to black, River would turn over and snuggle sleepily, nuzzling her nose into his neck. He’d cushion his face on her hair and wrap his arms around her, their legs tangling together.
“Sweet Dreams, Sweetie,” she’d murmur, already half asleep.
He’d grin, eyes heavy, hearts full, and hug her close. “Sweet Reality.”
The Doctor's DiaryWhat if River read the Doctor's diary?The Doctor's Diary1 year 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
The StormcageRiver's life in the Stormcage was boring, but there were a few things to liven it up...The Stormcage3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
It wasn't so bad, the Stormcage. The food was lousy, and the weather never let up. But the guards were polite, once they learned. And the security was nicely predictable. She'd gone through 14 Wardens since she first came here. The first three were determined to keep her inside at all costs.
Some costs were too high. (And some secrets should never be made public.)
The neighbors were rowdy, but very diverse and she'd picked up quite a few handy tips over the years. Not to mention a few very nasty fighting moves.
But mostly people left her alone. She could read and study in peace, they knew not to stop her phone calls or mail. (After the first time she missed a rendezvous with the Doctor there had been some nasty repercussions. The Doctor had helped with that one. Subsequent Wardens and communications specialists learned not to tamper with her mail. And they never found the taps in the system.)
Guard DutyWhat would it be like to be a guard at Stormcage, guarding River Song?Guard Duty1 year ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
He walked by the cell on his rounds, down the deserted corridor, in this otherwise deserted block. There was only one prisoner.
And there she was, sitting in her cell, surrounded by books and tomes, taking handwritten notes on a tablet of paper. There weren’t many people who could do that anymore. She looked up briefly and smiled at him. “Jeremy,” she acknowledged.
He didn’t realize he’d given her the honorific. There were plenty of other “professionals” among the prisoners of Stormcage. Many very very smart people. And the books and tomes were no surprise, Stormcage had a humanitarian policy, and reading and study materials were available to all. The prison library would even send out for specific works. Many of the prisoners published papers and treatise from their cells.
But none of them warranted the honorific. No matter how many letters th
New York to LeadworthHow did Melody Pond get from 1960's New York to 1990's Leadworth as a child?New York to Leadworth11 months ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"Rory, Amy, I know where to find your daughter, and on my life she will be safe."
He could hear Amy and Rory protesting as he took down the forcefield and entered the Tardis. He stepped outside again, and looked back, at River, standing there, by his cradle.
His hearts swelled so much he couldn't contain his giddiness. He pointed at her, he couldn't believe it. He wanted to dance. He slammed the door.
He did dance, all the way up to the console. River, his River, was a Pond! A beautiful, glorious Pond!
And now with the information he'd gotten from the Church's databanks, and the DNA information he'd gotten from Dorium, he could track her.
The girl, the little girl, he knew he'd run across her again. His River. He did a little hop-skip step as he entered the coordinates for 1960's Earth, Florida.
That's where they'd taken her, must have been, the orphanage, but she'd got away. But now he could tra
It Was Just a KissRiver Song is hot, and the Doctor's not immune. (What he was thinking at the end of Day of the Moon.)It Was Just a Kiss3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
It was just a kiss, he assured himself, as he walked back into the Tardis a little rubbery-legged. Nothing to get so confuddled about. Certainly nothing to get his hearts beating this fast. And why did everything look brighter?
He stared around the console room in consternation for a moment comparing the colors. Okay, so it was a good kiss. Been a long time since he had a good kiss. Fatherly pecks on the cheek were nice. He got a lot of fatherly pecks. Fatherly pecks were good.
This one wasn't fatherly. Or brotherly. Or unclely. Was that a word?
Man she was soft. Okay, stop thinking about that.
Every nerve in his body had about exploded out his back when she'd pressed herself against him. He'd always admired how strong River was, but who'd have guessed she'd be so soft?
And her hair... His fingers were dying to get into that hair. They tickled and twitched even now. She h
Hats Off!River doesn't like the Doctor's hats. But maybe not for the reason you'd expect.Hats Off!2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"River, why don't you like my hats?" the Doctor asked plaintively, clamping a hand firmly on the current one. Fortunately they were in the Tardis, so she couldn't shoot it off.
She gave him a slow-growing, thoroughly naughty grin. He knew that grin, his blood pumped a little faster, part in trepidation, part in fascination, he never knew what she was going to do.
She stepped closer, he watched her with leery eyes, but refrained from stepping back. She pressed herself right up against him, soft and strong. She gently pulled his resisting hand from his hat.
"It's not that I dislike your hats, Sweetie," she said in dulcet tones. She settled his hand on her hip and slipped her hands up around his neck. She tilted her head. "It's just that they get in the way..." She buried her fingers in his hair, and slid her mouth over his with a soft moan.
One red tipped fingernail popped his hat off his head. It tum