Double DareThere are some things that are just too delightfully dangerous...Double Dare in Sci-Fi More Like This
She felt arms slide around her from behind. She jumped. She hadn’t expected that, she hadn’t heard anyone, which was odd for her.
Fortunately for the hugger, she recognized the arms, and the man’s scent.
“Deciding to live dangerously, my sweet?” she asked as she turned around.
He resettled his arms around her hips and grinned down at her. “Admit it, you didn’t hear me coming.”
“No,” she admitted, “But if I hadn’t recognized you you’d be wearing a large hole in your middle right now.” She took her hand off her gun and ran the back of her fingers over his belly.
He giggled and flinched back.
Her eyes fired with unholy delight. “Now, River,” he said, both trying to step back and trying to hug her tighter so she couldn’t move.
Her fingers wiggled their way between his buttons and he giggled and laughed as her fingers
Finder's PeepersSometimes the Tardis can be so uncooperative. But as Clara learns, sometimes it has reason...Finder's Peepers in Sci-Fi More Like This
“Great! Where’s the Doctor got to now?” Clara said as she craned her neck, looking down the three different Tardis corridors from this junction. A descending engine noise in the background was her only response.
“I don’t expect you to help me find him,” Clara said huffily to the Tardis, trying to ignore the idea that she was living in a space machine that didn’t particularly like her. She could tell by the vibration in the floor that they were still moving, but she had no idea where they were going.
Normally when she woke up she found the Doctor in the console room, already inputting the coordinates for the day’s trip. Or occasionally he’d be in the kitchen, preparing a truly huge breakfast.
But this morning, nothing. She’d looked in the library, the conservatory, and several of the lounges and reading rooms (it was real
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
Grunt - (River/Doctor) One thing married couples have to do, is learn to interpret each other's grunts...Grunt - (River/Doctor) in Sci-Fi More Like This
River pulled down the sheet that covered her face and looked up, bleary-eyed, at the Doctor looming over her in her cell.
"Unh!" She glared at him.
"Did you just grunt at me?" he asked.
She grunted again.
The Doctor grinned like a little boy who'd just discovered his dog could talk. He bounced on his toes and beamed at her. She gave him a dirty look and scrubbed her hands over her weary face and into her tangled hair.
Resigned, she flung aside her prison issue blanket and swung her feet to the floor. She sat up, then hunched over with her face in her hands.
"What do you want, Sweetie?" she asked, trying not to sound as disgusted as she felt.
"Grunt again," he said.
She stared up at him over her fingers. "What?"
He bounced, beaming. "Grunt again. It's cute!"
River groaned into her hands and rocked slightly, finally rocking herself to her feet.
She poked a sharp-tipped fingernail in his chest. "I a
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
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
BubblesRiver finds the Doctor having a bubble bath... How could a girl resist?Bubbles in Sci-Fi More Like This
He was sitting in a mound of bubbles up to his chin with a disposable party hat on his head.
He'd sculpted the bubbles into a Santa Claus beard and mustache, and there were a variety of boats, ducks, and what looked like the tail of a plastic dragon poking out of the mountains of foam.
River lounged in the doorway and stared at him, shaking her head, and smiling indulgently. "Enjoying yourself?" she asked.
"River!" He jumped up, splashing water and foam everywhere. He grinned delightedly. "I didn't hear you arrive." He stopped and cocked his head, listening. "We haven't landed, have we?"
River shook her head. She held out her wrist. "Vortex manipulator. Sexy and I have been working on it."
His eyes got huge, gleaming bright. "You materialized inside while we're in the vortex? That's brilliant!" He gamboled over to her, dripping water and foam. He almost tripped over the lip of the huge, clawfooted bathtub. H
The Doctor's DiaryWhat if River read the Doctor's diary?The Doctor's Diary in Sci-Fi More Like This
River puttered around the console, checking readings, trailing her fingers over the controls.The Doctor was outside, saying goodbye to Amy and Rory, who’d decided to go home for the night. Apparently they lived in London now, which was okay, since she didn’t have any place in Leadworth any more.
They didn’t travel with the Doctor all the time, which had been a bit of a surprise. But she wasn’t quite sure how to behave around them anymore. She was Mels, but not Mels. She was their daughter, but not their daughter. She was apparently some woman they knew from the future, yet that future hadn’t happened to her yet.
It could get awkward.
The Tardis hummed reassuringly under her fingertips. She smiled softly. Apparently she also had two mothers now. Amy, which she’d always known about, and this strange machine.
Somehow, that didn’t bother her. Rather this machine than Kovarian. Her brows knit and she fro
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’
A Moment's PeaceThere's no point in running all over time and space, if you can't stop and appreciate the moment.A Moment's Peace in Sci-Fi More Like This
The Doctor lay back in the hammock. He stretched his arms out across the top edge and dropped his head back over the side, swinging slightly.
He kicked his shoes off and tucked his feet into the bottom edge, stretching the hammock out to his full length. Cradled.
All his thoughts dissolved away in the gentle motion. The wind caressed his face.
Something pinched his toe.
He craned his neck up and looked down. River stood at the foot of the hammock. Starlight burnished her curls into a halo of silver. She smiled at him.
She unclipped her gunbelt and hung it over the support ropes. She unbuckled her boots, and stepped out of them, laying her stockings over the top. Her feet were graceful in the shifting sands as she turned and hoisted her hips up into the hammock.
She wiggled backward and lay her curly head down on his outstretched arm. She lay beside him, hands clasped over her ribcag