A Very Good DayHe wasn't getting any younger, and his companions were ganging up on him.A Very Good Day 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
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) 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
CaughtWhy does Dad always catch you when you're having a good snog? River and the Doctor get caught by the most unexpected person.Caught in Sci-Fi More Like This
River had him pressed up securely to the Tardis corridor wall. His hands tangled in her hair, her hands framed his face as they kissed with a slow luscious thoroughness.
A throat cleared behind them.
River spun around, hair flying, hand going to her gun.
There was a tall, curly haired man standing in the corridor. He had his hands in his pockets, a surprised look on his face, and an impossibly long scarf draping down to the floor.
"What are you doing here?" the Doctor asked behind her.
"I think the relative continuum stabilizers have slipped again," the man said. He stood there as if he owned the place.
"What exactly do you think you're doing?" the man asked the Doctor in a disapproving tone, looking pointedly from the Doctor to River and back.
The Doctor gripped her hips, pulling her possessively back against him, she couldn't help but smile
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
Chance EncounterSometimes the Doctor bumps into old friends. Literally.Chance Encounter in Sci-Fi More Like This
The Doctor suddenly found his arms full of baby. He stared in surprise at the infant, the little girl, 18 months old at a guess, stared back.
“Come back here you bugger!” a voice yelled, and determined footsteps ran off.
He and Clara had been walking down a busy London street minding their own business. Suddenly his arms were full of adorable little baby, big brown eyes, and burgundy curls.
Hearts beating a mile a minute the Doctor turned, carefully holding the child to see her mother bearing down on a purse snatcher. The lanky youth, dressed in an anorak and ski cap, looked over his shoulder, terrified.
The woman tackled him, sending them both to the pavement. She ripped her purse out of his arms. The strap broke. “Oh, now see what you made me do!” She yelled in a strident voice. She towered over him. The youth cowered on the sidewalk, one knee bent to protect himself from a kick
Friends in NeedThe Doctor's desperate, so who would he turn to, but his oldest friend. Sarah Jane Smith.Friends in Need in Sci-Fi More Like This
There was a frantic pounding on the front door. Sarah turned to her supercomputer in the attic.
The computer whirred and dinged. "Scans indicate it is the Doctor."
Sarah's eyes grew wide, she hastily shut down the computer and ran down the stairs. The pounding never stopped, quick and frantic.
She threw open the front door to see the latest Doctor standing there, floppy hair, bow tie, and a desperate look on his young face.
"Sarah! I need your help!"
"Anything. What do you need?"
"How do you make French toast?"
She didn't ask. Didn't hesitate. "You use eggs, milk, butter and bread. Wisk the eggs and milk together, add a sprinkle of salt and pepper, heat the butter in a skillet, dip the bread in the eggs and fry it in the butter."
He nodded, point for point. "Can you show me?" He wrung his hands frantically. "I already destroyed the Tardis kitchen twice, too much sulfur in the
Partied Out!Christmas can be exhausting, even for Time Lords...Partied Out! in Sci-Fi More Like This
River and the Doctor lay on the couch, sprawled against each other, in the Pond’s living room.
“I am partied out!” River said, rolling her bouncy head back against the Doctor’s chest.
His arms tightened weakly around her, pulling her just a smidge closer to his front. “I never knew Christmas could be so exhausting,” he muttered, dropping a negligent kiss on her hair.
River turned her head and looked around at the decimated living room. It was three o’clock in the morning. The only light came from the twinkling fairy lights on the tree. Piles of discarded wrapping paper billowed around them. Bows glinted here and there in the refuse. A pile of orange peels were heaped messily on a plate on the coffee table. Half-empty glasses of Champagne stood, tilted, beside it.
The Doctor’s argyle-sock-clad foot bumped hers, starting her out of her haze. She lazily wrapped both feet aroun
The Little ThingsThe Doctor and River's lives are filled with little moments, those small, unremarkable things that make their screwed up life worth living.The Little Things in Sci-Fi More Like This
River woke to the feel of a long form slipping into the prison bed behind her.
If it was one of the guards trying something she was going to be up in front of the review board again, for murder. It had been a long time since anyone had tried this. She didn’t tense up, she was too well trained an assassin for that.
She felt long arms slip around her waist, and suddenly recognized the fresh, piney clean, male scent of him.
“Living dangerously, aren’t you Sweetie?” she asked, without moving.
“Go back to sleep, River. It’s okay, I just needed to hold you for a bit.” His voice was older and more serious than she’d heard it in a while. She easily placed him as later in his timestream, and happily repositioned her head on his arm as she felt his body slip up behind her, supporting her, his long legs n
Lullaby“Lullaby, and good night,” River’s soft, throaty voice crooned.Lullaby in Sci-Fi More Like This
“Go to sleep, sexy husband.” The Doctor grinned, eyes closed, head lying in her lap.
“Lullaby, and good night,”
“Go to sleep my gentle one,” she brushed her fingers through his hair, and he snuggled his cheek against her thigh.
“Close your eyes, deeply sighs,
And the moonlight will keep you,
Gentle mists, softly kissed,
She bent down and kissed his head.
He murmured and rubbed his cheek against her thigh.
First DateWhen did the Doctor first meet River after he left her to start her new life in the 51st Century?First Date in Sci-Fi More Like This
She didn’t notice him at first, which was odd considering her history.
He was sitting at the back of the lecture hall as the professor droned on about stelae in pre-Columbian architecture. He was doodling on a piece of paper, glancing at her out of the corner of his eyes every so often.
He wasn’t dressed as she had come to expect, maybe that’s why she hadn’t noticed him, there was no tweed, instead he was wearing a long green coat, and a cowboy hat. It didn’t stand out as much as it otherwise would have, since the college was doing a historical festival this week. And no one loved a historical theme as much as archeology students.
The professor drew his lecture to a close and assigned reading materials. The students logged in the assignments and started the general rush to gather their stuff and head off to the next class.
River waved off some friends,