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
She's My Anchor and My Sail(Doctor/River)She's My Anchor and My Sail 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
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
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
Silent TreatmentRiver was giving him the silent treatment, but he didn't know why!Silent Treatment 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
His Baby GirlRory had always wanted to be a father.His Baby Girl in Sci-Fi More Like This
His baby girl… He'd only gotten to hold her for a little while. To examine her tiny fingers and toes. To marvel at each precious little fingernail.
He'd loved the little pout she wore in her sleep, and the way she slept so deeply that her little arm flopped out of her blanket and just hung there, perfectly content in his hands.
She was so small, and perfect. It killed him that he hadn't been there when she was born. Hadn't been there to rub Amy's pregnant tummy and whisper secrets to his unborn child.
It was even worse than waiting for Amy to return for 2000 years, because these were days he'd never get back.
He'd broken down and cried. He hadn't meant to. He was going to be cool, be the strong one for once.
But she was so beautiful, lying there in his hands, and then she woke up and looked at him and put a hand over his heart and he lost it.
His baby girl…
Putting on the RitzRiver Song is wearing a tux...Putting on the Ritz in Sci-Fi More Like This
“I’m ready when you are, Sweetie!” River called from the top of the stairs, she was pulling on a pair of white gloves.
The Doctor looked up and almost swallowed his tongue. River was wearing a tux.
His ears got hot, his eyes felt like they were bugging out, and he was getting cold chills.
She was wearing his top hat, the one from Amy and Rory’s wedding. He loved that hat, it wasn’t a regular stovepipe hat but was slightly short and flared out a bit at the top, it had character.
It looked fantastic perched on River’s curls.
His eyes involuntarily slid lower. She grinned and twirled for him, the tails flaired out, giving a whole new definition of “tails.”
No tux was ever meant to hold that many curves. She definitely filled it out better than he did.
“Uh!” His tongue seemed to have stopped working.
She bounced down the stairs, eyes bright, his white scarf flipping flirtily over her chest.
DancingRiver loved dancing with the Doctor.Dancing 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
Daddy IssuesRory asks River why she saved the Doctor in Berlin.Daddy Issues in Sci-Fi More Like This
“Why did you save the Doctor?” Rory asked.
River stopped with a cracker halfway to her mouth. “What?”
They were sitting on a bench, feeding crackers to the ducks, waiting for Amy and the Doctor to return. They’d just saved 1912 Paris from being overrun by giant ants in the sewers.
Amy and the Doctor were taking the homeless man who had helped them, back to his family.
“What do you mean?” River asked, brow wrinkled as she tossed the cracker to the ducks quacking at their feet.
“In Berlin,” Rory said, turning toward her on the bench. “You’d spent all that time as Mels, just waiting for him to turn up so you could kill him, then you saved him. Why?”
River stared at him as if he should know this. She pressed her lips together, as if she was thinking, her blue-green eyes steady on his.
Finally she came to a decision. “You nodded.”
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