I Declare(River and the Doctor visit a world with unusual customs...)I Declare in Sci-Fi More Like This
"Do you have anything to declare, Madame?" the spaceport attendant asked.
"Only my husband," River said. The Doctor glared at her, looking sullen. A red lead was attached to a collar around his neck. It was playing hell with his bow tie.
The female attendant looked up. She looked the Doctor over dubiously. "Primary husband, or secondary?"
River bit down on a smile at the growling noise the Doctor made. The spaceport buzzed and squeaked and roared with talking voices and animals being shipped and the general hubbub of an agricultural port.
"Oh, Primary I should think." She could feel the Doctor glaring daggers into the back of her head. It's amazing her hair didn't catch fire.
The attendant studied the psychic paper and looked up, giving the Doctor a dismissive once over. "He's going to fry if you keep him covered up like that."
River, in a lightweight summer dress, arms gleaming with sweat from the broken down air cond
Regeneration CrisisWhat was the Doctor thinking when he spit the food out on Amelia's kitchen?Regeneration Crisis in Sci-Fi More Like This
There was a reason he spit out his food. Oh, the little girl looked horrified. And he admitted it wasn’t the most adult of responses.
But he was an alien on an alien planet. Worse, he was in the middle of a regeneration crisis, not yet settled into his new body.
The wrong food, the wrong chemicals, at just this moment, could be fatal, or worse.
The last thing he needed was to cripple this new body with alien poisons. So, the faster he could get them out, the better. Better to be uncouth than unconscious.
But he was starving.
Why hadn’t he ever been this hungry before after a regeneration? Granted, he shouldn’t have held it off so long, He knew his body was dying, but he’d practically burned all his cells out before he let himself succumb.
He’d had to see everyone, one last time. Had to make sure they were all okay. Make amends for this body, if he needed to. He’
FanscinationA summary of what Doctor Who means to one fan.Fanscination in Sci-Fi More Like This
What is it about this show
that truly fascinates me so?
Dodgy monsters, flimsy plots,
amazing literature it's not.
Then why does it so grab my heart?
Make me smile, make me hurt?
Leave me wondering week by week
what fascinating thing they'll meet.
Is it the monsters? Is it the girls?
Is it the man with the hair and curls?
Is it the future and the past?
The possibilities and laughs?
Does it soothe my mind, light my day
just because it's bright and gay?
It's not real deep, it's not real dire
but I always feel I'm lifted higher.
Maybe that's the thing I need
an escape from hate and greed.
A happy man, a cheerful ship
And all of space and time to rip.
Opposites AttractAmy catches the Doctor and River dancing, unaware that they are observed...Opposites Attract 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
ScrewdriverHe'd done it. He'd perfected the sonic screwdriver. It now had the thought-mail circuit that would allow him to upload River to the computer at the Library.Screwdriver in Sci-Fi More Like This
He stared down at the screwdriver on his workbench like it was the foulest thing in creation. He'd incorporated every failsafe, every signal booster, and every enhancement he could think of into it.
It had a fingerguard, dampeners, and red settings. It had functions even his own sonic didn't have. Every possible function he could think of that might help keep her safe. Who knew how long it would be between the Towers and the Library for her. And she was even more prone to falling into dangerous situations than he was.
He hated it. He wanted to break it, and smash it, and put it in the particle converter and reduce it to its component atoms!
But he had to give it to her. He didn't dare wait any longer, life was too uncertain, and if he were to get himself killed before he gave her the sonic there'd be no saving her at all. He still
When I FallThe Doctor promised River he would always catch her...When I Fall in Sci-Fi More Like This
The Doctor sat with his head between his knees, his hands covering his face. He wanted to keen. He wanted to scream. But the pain was too huge. His chest felt like a drum.
He whimpered like a hurt animal, rocking. The wind howled across the desolated cliff top. Alien carrion birds screamed their raucous cries.
He couldn't move, he couldn't think. There had to be something!
A soft hand touched his hair. "Sweetie?"
His head jerked up, he snatched the hand. He stared up, eyes bloodshot, shock making his face slack. "River?" It was a trembling, mewling cry. He lunged forward, burying his face in her middle. He wrapped his arms around her hips, murderously strong.
"River! River!" His hands clutched at her, unable to keep still.
He pulled his face back and stared up at her, his cheeks white with tear tracks. "I didn't catch you," he said. "You fell, and I didn't catch you!"
"Shh... It's okay, Sweetie."
Nice GuysRory and River pull a prank on Amy...Nice Guys in Sci-Fi More Like This
"You know she's going to kill us for this, right?" River asked quietly as she and Rory snuck up the stairs to Amy's bedroom.
"It'll be worth it," Rory responded. "Shh... quiet now..." He pushed open the bedroom door. Amy was sprawled on the bed in the moonlight. She hadn't even changed out of her shorts and jacket.
Father and daughter tiptoed around the room, setting things up, gritting their teeth and wincing every time Amy snorted.
Finally they were done, and tiptoed back out of the room. Rory shut the door carefully, wincing as the lock clicked quietly.
They sneaked back down the stairs to the kitchen. Only breathing openly when they reached that cool tiled room.
"Dad," River said, turning to him with a look of admiration. "I'm impressed. I'd never have thought you had it in you."
Rory shrugged. "A guy's got to have some blackmail material."
"She's never going to let you get away with it," River said, as she pulled down the ingredi
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
Even ThenThe Doctor knows River's future, and there's something he needs to tell her.Even Then in Sci-Fi More Like This
They stood on a hill, looking down at a city of crystal spires that sparkled like all the stars in the night sky. Even the denizens were made of liquid crystal, glittering in the light of this planet's white sun.
River was looking down at it as avidly as he had the first time he'd seen it. Eyes wide, fascinated. He could practically see her brain cataloging everything, marveling, dissecting it with her archeologist's eye, absorbing the sheer wonder of it.
He loved that about her, how alive she was, burning with vitality.
How could he have ever doubted what he felt for her?
"River," he said softly.
She turned to him, gray-green eyes as clear as water, and as deep, shining.
He smiled and cupped her face in his hand. She cuddled her cheek in to his palm, eyes closing, and his hearts swelled and constricted at the same time, filled so full they ached.
He cleared his throat, "River..."
"Yes, sweetie?" She di
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