Like Mother Like DaughterAmy and Rory wonder how they could have produced such a daughter as River Song.Like Mother Like Daughter 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
Wedding DancerThe Doctor danced with everyone at the wedding. The women were brilliant but the men were a bit shy...Wedding Dancer in Sci-Fi More Like This
He didn't know why everyone was staring at him, he'd only asked her father to dance. And this dance was all the rage in ancient Greece and New New New Delphi.
He waved his hands high over his head and sank down as he stepped toward Augustus. Great name, Augustus. Augustus Pond. Very Greek. Amy's father smiled at him in a sort of strained way, but he gamely put his hands over his head and mirrored the Doctor's movements, as best he could with his pudgy belly constrained by his tux.
The Doctor smiled delightedly and twirled. He grinned and applauded when Augustus twirled too. He knew Amy's father was trying desperately to make up for all the years he hadn't believed in his daughter's imaginary friend. And the Doctor could only admire him for it. Besides, he wasn't a bad dancer.
He shook the sweating man's hand firmly and thanked him for the dance. He led him back ov
Wherever it's Christmas (p.3)Amy hung the last decoration and stepped back. It was the most beautiful Christmas tree she'd ever seen. And it was entirely covered in junk.Wherever it's Christmas (p.3) in Sci-Fi More Like This
Well, not entirely, she admitted. They had managed to find one box of old Victorian Christmas ornaments. But the rest was pure improv, sparkly bits ranging from fluid links to fiber optic cables that the Doctor had wired up to flash in different colors. They had even made some tinsel out of some silvery, shredded alien packing material.
She stood back with satisfaction. They'd set the tree up just to the right of the scanner. Rory had even hung a wreath they'd found on the coat rack on the other side. There was plenty of floor room for presents.
"What now?" the Doctor asked, hands in his pockets, smiling at the jury rigged tree.
"Now? Macy's!" Amy said.
They all gathered around the Tardis console, preparing to dematerialize. "Macy? Who's that?
A Rose in the BasementThis is the Doctor and Rose's first meeting from the Doctor's point of view.A Rose in the Basement in Sci-Fi More Like This
The Doctor was in the basement. This was where they stored most of the mannequins but his sonic screwdriver indicated this wasn't where the relay was located.
Okay, up on the roof. Logical really. He pocketed the screwdriver and worked his way back to the service elevators through the maze of corridors. He could hear people leaving the building for the day. Someone nearby was yelling for someone, probably their ride. The building would empty out soon. Good. None of the mannequins were active yet, but he checked all the doors anyway, making sure they were locked, no need to give the Autons an easy way out once the fire started, best to keep them confined to the building.
He pulled one door shut, locked it, and moved on around the corner, deep in thought. It had surprised him to find traces of Nestene emissions coming from Earth. He'd have thought they'd learned their lesson the last two times they tried
Grow Old With Me "Never let him see the damage. Never let him see you age..."Grow Old With Me 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
Puttering Around(11th Doctor, Amy, Rory, River)Puttering Around in Sci-Fi More Like This
All they wanted, was to play a little golf...
The Doctor wiggled his backside and lined up his shot very carefully. With a well measured tap he sent the ball rolling. And completely missed the cup.
"Hah!" Amy said, and licked her pencil, she wrote down his score with a flourish. "My turn!"
She grabbed her putter from where it leaned against a cheap plastic statue of an angel and flagrantly tapped her ball into the hole, it had been practically sitting on the rim anyway. "Par for me!" she said cheerily.
The Doctor pulled a grumpy face and glared down at the ground. "Yes, well, I'm used to playing on real grass, not this astroturffy stuff," he said, scuffing his boot on the thin prickly green carpet that lined the putt-putt lane.
"Break time!" Rory called as he and River wended their way through the convoluted courses of the miniature golf course. He held up a cardboard tray that held three drinks. River, beside him, held up a tray stuffed with chip
BenderThe Doctor drinks something he shouldn't, with unfortunate results.Bender in Sci-Fi More Like This
"Oooh!" he groaned. The Doctor sat with one hand on his forehead and the other wrapped around his stomach.
"Here, honey. Drink this." River handed him a tumbler of sickly green liquid.
He took it slowly and tossed it back in one huge slug. "Ugh!" He shuddered the full length of his body. "Thanks," he said in a dead tone.
"I can't believe this," Amy said, sitting on the stairs. "How could it have affected you that badly, we all drank it." Rory nodded from beside her. They both looked at the Doctor worriedly.
"Normally he avoids it," River said.
"If I'd known what was in it, I wouldn't have gone within three feet of it!" the Doctor exclaimed weakly, his handflicks lacked their normal vigor. Amy looked worriedly at River.
"Come on," River said to the Doctor, pulling him up. "Let's get you to bed."
"Not now, River. I'm not in the mood."
River grinned as he weakly fended her off. She wrapped his arm around her should
The StormcageRiver's life in the Stormcage was boring, but there were a few things to liven it up...The Stormcage 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.)
Hatty HalloweenRiver and the Doctor celebrate Halloween...Hatty Halloween in Sci-Fi More Like This
He was surrounded by children on all sides. Little wizards, ghosts, zombies, and fairy princesses vied with Jedi's and cowboys for his attention.
He was soaking it up like a sponge, laughing gleefully and passing out hatfuls of candy. (That had been her idea, she'd convinced him that handing out candy in a variety of costume hats was part of the tradition. It had been one way to get rid of them.)
River leaned her head on the Tardis doorway. He was so adorable, with a little, thumbsucking princess clinging to the bottom of his jacket, and trading shootouts with Lone Rangers and space rebels.
He was like a Santa Claus of Halloween. The children at the carnival flocked to him. He whipped feathery bouquets of spangly flowers out of his sleeves for the little girls, and tied an endless series of bow ties around eager little necks both male and female.
The kids all obviously thought he was some sort of magician. River smiled. Maybe he was. H
Straight DopeHow would the Doctor react if River straightened her hair?Straight Dope 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