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 Sleeping 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) 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
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 Other 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
SwitcherooThe Doctor has become a woman, River has become a man, it's very distracting...Switcheroo in Sci-Fi More Like This
He was a large muscular man, nearly six feet tall, with strong features, a sensual mouth, and a cloud of impossible golden curls. A diadem around his brow made him look like the Jewish version of a greek god, like Zeus.
She was a tall, slender woman, with thick wavy brown hair, a long slender nose, high cheekbones and brilliant deepset eyes. She had a look of fiery intelligence, like Athena.
She clapped her hands, “Right, now, we’ve got to find the Worm. It’s bound to have left a trail of destruction.” She rubbed a hand over her face. She looked around at the Palladian garden they were standing in, lots of Ionic columns, Doric cornices, rigidly patterned plants and walkways, and puffy white clouds in a cerulean blue sky.
“I know what we’re looking for, Sweetie,” said the curly haired man in a booming, husky voice. The Doctor turned to look at him in surprise.
Chitty Chitty Pow PowDoctor Who/Chitty Chitty Bang Bang CrossoverChitty Chitty Pow Pow in Sci-Fi More Like This
The Tardis isn't the only temperamental machine the Doctor has to deal with...
"Chitty, Chitty, Pow! Pow!"
The car backfired with irritated emphasis.
"Listen!" the Doctor said, hands on his hips as he glared at the car. "I am accustomed to temperamental machinery, but that's just rude!"
The car flared its wings at him. It was an old 1880s roadster with a barrel-shaped engine cover, wood siding, runner boards and old-fashioned arc lamps.
It also had a lot of attitude.
The Doctor adjusted his bowtie, offended. He brandished the sonic screwdriver at it, berating. "I don't care what other Time Lord has been working on you, I promised I'd have you up and running by Saturday, and I intend to keep that promise."
The engine growled irritably under its hood, various accessories flashing at him.
"Yes, I know the sonic tickles," the Doctor said consolingly, "but if we want to fix you we haven't got any choice."
The radiator hissed a sigh at him,
In the NewsA picture is worth a thousand words. Especially if you're the Doctor and River Song.In the News 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
Bring Your Husband to Work DayA four foot tall Tyrannosaurus Rex, with large comical floppy ears, ran past her dig. River leaned down and examined the pattern on the curve of fragile porcelain that a morning of patient brushing had unearthed.Bring Your Husband to Work Day in Sci-Fi More Like This
The Doctor ran past her dig, waving his sonic screwdriver. She heard a distant, “Hah!” and the “whoomp!” of a tent crashing, and a lot of metal pots clanging to the ground.
“Oh no you don’t!” the Doctor’s voice echoed across the desert landscape as River selected a vibro-hammer and gently loosened the soil around her find.
She ducked as something toothy and grey leaped over her trench. The Doctor galloped by, accidentally slipping and sticking one foot down her trench wall before scrambling back up, “Oh you bugger!” he yelled and galloped on. She calmly shielded her work from the resulting shower of dirt, then went back to excavating.
She heard the door of the Tardis open and shut with a squeak and a slam. She consult
That's AmoreRiver and the Doctor, "That's Amore" by Dean Martin, Italy, romantic cheesy song...you see where I'm going with this?That's Amore in Sci-Fi More Like This
The Doctor and River walked hand in hand down an old town street in Napoli. It was dark, and quiet, a full moon shone its silvery light. Baskets of flowers hung from the sides of windows perfuming the night air.
It was two a.m. and the world was asleep. All but them. Replete with dinner and wine from a tiny little Italian restaurant, they meandered home. River's dress swished through the clouds of fog at their feet.
“The pasta fazool was good,” the Doctor said, burping slightly.
River laughed, she turned sparkling eyes up to him, her face flushed. “You only had three helpings,” she chided cheekily.
He grinned. “I don't get to visit Luigi's nearly enough.” He looked down at his wife, slightly swaying beside him to some internal music, softly humming, infinitely relaxed. “I think the wine went to your head,” he said s
The Cookie Monster (p.3)What she needed was some sort of control, Rose thought as she floated helplessly, stalled, in the zero gravity and total darkness of the Tardis. Like a sail. No, there was no breeze in here. Or like a paddle. Yeah, something she could row with. After a moment's thought she twisted around and wiggled out of her jacket, hoping each moment the gyrations would make her bump into something. No such luck. She got the jacket off and pulled it around in front and stuck her arms back through the sleeves backward. She grabbed the bottom edge of the jacket zipper and started paddling, using the jacket as a cross between a paddle and a sail, like a big flipper fin.The Cookie Monster (p.3) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
With much grunting and puffing she pushed the jacket in front of her then swept it back below her stomach. Laboriously rowing her way through the air. She knew she was moving, she could feel the cold air flowing down her back, chilling her sweat.
Certainly it couldn't be this far to a wall. If only it wasn't so dark. She couldn't tell i
Wherever it's Christmas (p.1)Amy has decided it's time to celebrate Christmas in the Tardis, whether the guys like it or not.Wherever it's Christmas (p.1) in Sci-Fi More Like This
“We missed Christmas!” Amy declared from the top of the stairs.
Rory and the Doctor looked up from where Rory was handing the Doctor tools as the Time Lord fixed something under the console.
“Nonsense,” the Doctor said, “this is a time machine, it can be Christmas anytime you want.”
“In that case I declare tomorrow to be Christmas,” Amy said as she stumped down the stairs.
“Tomorrow!” Rory said with a yelp.
“Why not today?” the Doctor asked as he jumped up and flexed his fingers, ready to type in coordinates. "I seem to remember they have a very good Christmas on...”
“Oh, no. We’re not just going to gate crash someone else’s Christmas, we’re going to make our own.” She slung an arm around each of them. “My very first Christmas with my boys,” she said with satisfacti