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.
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
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
A Christmas for Two - (River/Doctor)Sometimes the best gifts are the ones you least expect...A Christmas for Two - (River/Doctor)3 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.
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!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
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
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
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
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 Man3 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
Her Face - (Doctor/River)Just the sight of her was enough to make his hearts pound with joy. Her face.Her Face - (Doctor/River)3 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
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
Like Mother Like DaughterAmy and Rory wonder how they could have produced such a daughter as River Song.Like Mother Like Daughter2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
“I always thought, when I had a daughter, she’d be more like me,” Amy said as she watched the Doctor and River arguing over the croquet rules in the meadow behind the medieval castle.
They weren’t actually in the past this time, but in the present, or near enough, in the 1980s. They had decided on a lakeside picnic, and found this tumbledown castle as the perfect site. Apparently the Doctor had had something to do with its tumbledown nature at some time in the past.
Rory shifted on their picnic blanket, watching his daughter and son-in-law. “River’s a lot like you,” he said thoughtfully, still amazed and somewhat unnerved by the realization that the canny warrior woman they’d come to know was actually his daughter.
Amy turned to him, eyebrows raised. He looked up and saw. “She is,” he protested. “She’s smart, beauti
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
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
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 Sleeping3 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
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
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 Prisoner3 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
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
Silent TreatmentRiver was giving him the silent treatment, but he didn't know why!Silent Treatment2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
“I’m sorry, River. Whatever it was I did, I’m sorry,” the Doctor said abjectly.
River was giving him the silent treatment. They’d been on an adventure, saved a schoolbus of alien children, and he’d even let her fly the Tardis, but she hadn’t spoken a word to him.
“I apologize!” he said, waving his hands in the air, helplessly aggrivated. “I’ll fix it, just tell me what I did!”
She gave him a withering glare.
He slumped. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and kicked at the glass floor. “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings...”
River rolled her eyes, set the Tardis to hover in the vortex and walked over to him. He braced himself for a slap.
She grabbed his braces and kissed him.
His eyes popped wide. He blinked, staring down cross-eyed at her. She took her time. His eyes drifted shut. Slowly, his hands stole up around her shou
Made for Each OtherRiver could regenerate, she had the same temporal nature as him, she was connected to the Tardis, she was smart, and wild, and brave...Made for Each Other2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
“Does it bother you?” the Doctor asked.
“What?” River said.
“That you were literally made for me,” the look in his eyes was vulnerable, anxious.
She laughed and cupped his cheek. “Where did you get that idea, Sweetie?”
“Well, I mean, it’s not like you had a choice,” he said, biting his lip, giving her a big eyed look.
She shook her head. “Oh, my love, it was entirely my choice.” She shook her head again before he could interrupt. “I wasn’t made for you, Doctor. I was made to kill you. I was made to be the antithesis of you, to counter you, to anticipate you, to outmaneuver you, to survive you, and to bring you down.”
She smiled and kissed him softly. “I wasn’t made for you. I was made
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 Prison3 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.
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
WeatherwiseRiver and the Doctor are trapped in an isolated cabin as the weather gets worse all around them...Weatherwise2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Thunder crashed and roared, rain lashed the windowpanes, wind howled through the cracks in the log cabin and hailstones pattered on the tin roof.
The temperature had plummeted, and the cold, clammy feeling of the room had the Doctor and River huddled under a fur blanket beside the hearth, slowly feeding the remains of an antique chair into the fire.
“It doesn’t make sense,” the Doctor protested, wiping the rainwater off his face. “There were no signs that the weather would turn like this.” He stared down at River, she was looking pale with cold, her normally frizzy hair hanging in lank corkscrews around a face dominated by a cold red nose. He reached up and buffed her nose with the flat of one hand, as if he could rub warmth into it.
“Sweetie, please!” River pulled down his hand and pulled it into her lap under the covers, wrapping both he
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