Anniversary BluesIt's River's first wedding anniversary since her last kiss with the Doctor. She's not handling it well.
"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
Grow Old With Me "Never let him see the damage. Never let him see you age..."Grow Old With Me2 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
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
Home is Where the Heart IsHome means different things to different people... To River...Home is Where the Heart Is3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
River Song sat and swung in the Tardis repair swing under the console. She leaned back and watched the Doctor dashing around the console up above her, calibrating systems and talking to himself. Wild dramatic gestures and squeaky shoes as he pivoted on the glass.
The throbbing of the Tardis engines were a soothing background hum. The vibrations translating down the swing straps to give her a tingly subsonic massage. She leaned back and forward, gently setting the sling swinging, in the snug cubbyhole under the Tardis.
She could hear the inaudible mumblings of the Tardis in the back of her head. The sounds indistinct, but comforting, like a mother singing to her unborn child.
River tilted her head back, stretching almost flat out in the swing, her hair falling behind her, feeling contentment roll over her.
Home meant different things to different people. To her, it meant the throbbing heart of her "mother"
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
Sleeping (River/Doctor)He was so tired. Even Time Lords can't go on forever. And there was River, in his bed.Sleeping (River/Doctor)3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The Doctor plodded down the Tardis corridor. He was so tired.
He didn't usually get tired. Not like this. But even Time Lords can't go on forever. His eyes blinked and his feet dragged. He was too exhausted even to yawn.
He pushed open his bedroom door and stopped in the doorway. River was curled up in his bed, asleep.
He didn't know how she got in. Maybe she waited until he left and stowed away. Or maybe she'd found some way to materialize inside with her vortex manipulator, although that should have been impossible.
Right at the moment he didn't care. Every once in a while she'd just show up, asleep in his bed.
He pulled his bow tie loose with one heavy hand. He tossed his jacket off carelessly and unwound his arms from his braces. He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it loose and kicked off his shoes. He didn't bother with the rest.
He stumbled toward the bed, his eyesight waverin
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
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
Sontaran Encounter - (11th Doctor/River/Jack)The Doctor and River run into Jack, who's a bit befuddled about their relationship.Sontaran Encounter - (11th Doctor/River/Jack)3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Jack shot at one of the bulky figures over the wooden barricade he was hiding behind. Blaster fire and grenades exploded all around him, peppering him with debris.
He ducked back behind his barricade and changed out the charge pack in his gun. A lanky man ran up, slipped in the shale, and joined him behind the barricade. The floppy haired individual stared up at him in shock.
"Jack! What are you doing here?" he said in a high pitched, surprised voice.
"Shooting people," Jack said, and took a couple of potshots over the barrier. "Who the hell are you?"
"Jack," the man said with a trace of hurt. "It's me."
"Gonna have to be more specific than that," Jack said, sighting down his gun. "I know a lot of me's."
"Oh, right, the face."
Jack's head whipped around at that. He scanned the man in front of him, young, pretty mouth, thick hair, wearing, good god, a bow tie and tweed. "Doctor?"
The man grinned.
A Christmas for Two - (River/Doctor)Sometimes the best gifts are the ones you least expect...A Christmas for Two - (River/Doctor)2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
The Tardis time rotor hummed as it pumped its way cheerfully through the vortex. Christmas music poured out through the sound system.
River waltzed her way around the console, a glass of egg nog held high, “Sleigh bells ring, are you listening, in the lane, snow is glistening, a beautiful sight, we’re happy tonight, waltzing in our winter wonderland...”
“River!” the Doctor said, his eyes wide with delight. “I didn’t know you could sing!”
She grinned at him. “There’s lots of things you don’t know about me, sweetie.” She waltzed over to him and clinked her cup of egg nog against his, it was just the two of them in the Tardis this time. The hallways echoed quietly, only the music and River’s singing ringing back to them.
She swayed back and forth, quite obviously delighted, happier and more relaxed than he’d seen her in a long time.
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."Whining About Wine3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
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
Put Up a BalloonRoommates need signals to show when they want privacy, but sometimes signals get crossed...Put Up a Balloon2 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
Bedmates - (Doctor/River)River finally has the Doctor exactly where she wants him... Sort of...Bedmates - (Doctor/River)3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"Move over, sweetie," River said, bumping him with her hip.
"I can't move over, I'll fall out of the bed," the Doctor protested. "And stop hogging all the covers!" He jerked irritably at the comforter and she rolled closer into him.
She wiggled against him, giggling.
"River, stop it!" he said, fending off her hands and spitting her hair out of his mouth where it brushed his face.
"I'm just reaching for your sonic screwdriver."
"Tha..at's! Not where I keep my sonic screwdriver!" he said with a squeak.
"Yes, it is, sweetie." She patted him on the bum and pulled the sonic screwdriver out from under him.
"How'd that get down there?" he asked.
"You weren't paying attention," she said suggestively.
"Well, if you wouldn't keep distracting me..."
"Sh... Someone's coming." She laid a finger to his lips and they froze, trapped together, wrapped up tight in the quilt, ears straining in fear they would
DancingRiver loved dancing with the Doctor.Dancing2 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
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
When a Prison isn't a PrisonThe Doctor's companion is incensed to learn that the Doctor has left his wife in prison. But, he explains, he and his wife aren't like other people, and what may seem a prison is nothing but an illusion.When a Prison isn't a Prison2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"Why the hell is your wife in prison?!"
"Because she killed me," the Doctor explained. "Or, well, that's what we want the rest of the universe to think," he said as he fiddled with the sensor array, half not paying attention.
"That's not what I mean," his Companion said in a huff. "You're just letting you wife fester away in prison?" she said in disbelief, and distaste.
His head jerked up and he stared at her as if she'd just said the most insulting but incomprehensible thing he'd ever heard.
"What gave you that idea?"
She glared at him in blank incredulity, a frown between her brows. "You just told me she was in prison, while you're out here wafting around, free as a bird." She waved her hands for emphasis, coming close to smacking him in the jaw.
The Art of SeductionRiver is out to seduce the Doctor. But sometimes a girl needs a little help with her marriage. Fortunately, River's dad is awesome.The Art of Seduction3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
River was sitting in the library, reading a book, her thin summer dress draped down over a bare shoulder, exposing lots of creamy skin. Her hair was artlessly tousled, her lips lightly pursed, pink, and free of lipstick.
She was lounging casually, draped seductively over the chaise lounge. The very image of a seduceable female.
She heard a sound in the doorway and looked up, eyes sleepy and welcoming.
"Oh. Hi, Dad." She shrugged her shoulders, and her neckline resettled at a more demure angle.
Rory grinned and walked in. He sat down in the chair across from her. "Expecting the Doctor?" he asked.
She rolled her eyes and set her book aside.
Rory jerked a thumb over his shoulder, still smiling. "He's building a new fluid link, said he'd be a while."
"Of course he is. They do tend to leak," she said with a sigh, lying back and staring up at the frescoed
River KnewSpoilers up to and including 'The Snowmen'.River Knew2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
River knew. She had known for a long time.
There was a moment they had shared, right after they had gotten married and on her first of many nights inside the TARDIS. An opening of minds so to speak. It was a very close gesture that only married couples usually participated in since it required the use of the others real name (which was always powerful) and quite a bit of intimacy with your partner.
She found out just after they had shared the bed (he knew how to please a lady) and minds for the first time (such a wonderful feeling). The Doctor had fallen asleep, but he was relaxed and his mind was still partly open. It was also the first night she witnessed his nightmares.
They didn't start at first. River stroked his hair until she fell asleep beside him. It was hours later when his dreams accidentally leaked into her mind through the still open link that she saw it葉heir first and last meeting in the library. Her death. She was
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
CloseThe Doctor's a bit confused about how he reacts to River. But confusion's not a bad thing.Close3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He liked having her close.
He didn't know why, but he always felt more alive when she was invading his space, or when he was invading hers.
It wasn't just sexual attraction, although that was certainly there. And was a delightful surprise after so many centuries of a sort of general, vague interest.
But she, she had such vitality. Such vigor and thirst for life. She practically zinged. And she had those wonderfully lush, soft lips. The first time he felt them, he was instantly addicted. And it wasn't because of her lipstick either, it was all her. Warm, soft, strong, hitting nerve endings he'd forgotten he had.
And she flirted like mad. He hadn't had this much fun flirting with a woman in, well, ever! No, he lied, there was that one woman, a Shabogan from the undercity when he was a youth. No. He reconsidered. Not even then.
And she was just such a feast for the senses, that ivory s
The StormcageRiver's life in the Stormcage was boring, but there were a few things to liven it up...The Stormcage2 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.)
Secret SantaThe Doctor and River take Amy and Rory to a world where Secret Santa has been raised to a whole new level.Secret Santa2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"Where are the sleigh bells?" Amy asked, rummaging through the boxes and bags scattered all over the Tardis floor.
Rory turned around, covered in Christmas tree lights, he had a neat loop of them around his neck and around both shoulders, like a bright bandolier. He was methodically unwinding them as he draped them around the artificial purple Christmas tree the Doctor had dug out of the hold.
"Not me," he said, sucking around the haft of a green candy cane. Amy looked up and shook her head in fond exasperation at him, only he would so practically hang lights on a tree that way.
"Not me!" the Doctor said from the base of the main stairs up on the console floor. He brandished a spatula. He was covered in frosting, a Rudolph the Rednosed Reindeer apron, and was building a rather lopsided gingerbread house, with liberal use of multi-colored frosting and sprinkles.
"I've got th
Opposites AttractAmy catches the Doctor and River dancing, unaware that they are observed...Opposites Attract3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The Tardis sound system was cranked up as high as it would go, the walls practically vibrated.
River took two steps forward, he took two steps back. They came together because opposites attract.
He spun her in, wrapped in his arms, his front to her back, she flirted at him. Because opposites attract.
He smiled at her, and spun her away. She grinned and prowled, intent on getting her way.
Her shoulders waggled, his feet fancy stepped. She tapped a rhythm and he counter danced.
Amy knelt quietly at the top of the stairs, her mouth hanging open as Paula Abdul blared out of the sound system. Below, in the open area of the Tardis, River and the Doctor danced.
River rubbed the back of her shoulders against the Doctor to the music, her hair wild, wearing a kicky little black dress and a brilliant smile.
The Doctor, in his tux, slid away from her with a sliding dance step, then spun and grabbed her, twirling her
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
When a Prisoner isn't a PrisonerThe Doctor takes his new companion to meet River Song. (Sequel to "When a Prison isn't a Prison.)When a Prisoner isn't a Prisoner2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"Would you like to meet her?" the Doctor asked.
"Yes," his companion breathed out in awe. What kind of woman must his wife be to evoke such a response from the Doctor? A man who'd literally seen stars being born.
The Doctor flew around the console, once again his happy, twirly self. He typed in some coordinates and pulled the dematerialization lever. She felt the lurch of the Tardis as it spun off down the vortex.
He moved to another panel, one she hadn't seen him use before, he turned this and tweaked that and checked some readings, working steadily but with a bit more attention than she was used to.
"What are you doing?"
He looked up. "Oh, just precautions." He waved it away airily, his other hand still putting in instructions.
There was the hearty bump of materialization and he grabbed her hand and sprinted down to the door. She swallowed in trepidation. She looked down at her ha