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
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
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
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
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
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
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
TailoringThe Doctor and River go clothes shopping...Tailoring in Sci-Fi More Like This
“What about this, Sweetie?”
The Doctor turned to see River holding up a coat. They were in an elegant futuristic men’s clothing salon. One thing both of them enjoyed was shopping for clothes.
He bounded over and plucked the coat out of her hands, it was a frock coat, simple, with long elegant lines. He started nodding, his hair flopping in his face.
It was jet black. He swirled it on. It swallowed him, draping down to his knees and past his fingertips. “It’s a bit big.” He took it off and held it up before him. “But it’s tweed, that’s the important thing.”
“I know, Sweetie,” River tugged on the cuff of his regular tweed jacket. “And your old one is getting a bit frayed.” He hadn’t even taken it off to try on the new coat.
“You know what would make this perfect?” He turned to her with bright eyes. “Purple!”
Her eyebrows shot
Holding Hands(River and the Doctor)Holding Hands in Sci-Fi More Like This
They were holding hands.
They were just walking along an alien esplanade, enjoying the scenery, casual, easy, and holding hands.
He loved the feel of her hand in his, so strong, so soft, so small for how capable they were.
She shifted her fingers and threaded hers through his. A little thrill went through him, a feeling of such rightness.
She wasn't even paying attention, just enjoying the sights of the locals playing a game on the beach, the sight and sound of the feathery alien palm trees. The way the world could be so alien, yet at the same time so normal.
The archeologist in her loved this sort of thing.
Their hands swung, and he let his hip bump hers as they strode along, she bumped him back, casually flirty, even when she wasn't thinking about it.
He grinned, raised her hand, and gently kissed the backs of her fingers.
She looked up, surprised. She smiled, her eyes deep and sparkling. "What was that for, Sweetie?"
He just shook his head and kissed he
Something ComfortingThere was something comforting about River Song.Something Comforting in Sci-Fi More Like This
The Doctor stopped and stared at that thought. That was possibly the weirdest thought he’d ever had. But it was true.
She was aggravating, irritating, exciting, arousing, and annoying, by turns. But, there was something comforting about her.
He felt his face melting into a goofy grin. He couldn’t help it. He liked having her around. His hearts slowed their beat and his mind calmed around her. When they weren’t racing with excitement.
But, for all her firecracker nature, there was just something soothing about River Song. Even her name brought the sound of slow but rushing waters.
He shook his head and plopped down into one of the Tardis chairs. Just watching her.
She stood on the other side of the Tardis console, scrolling through possible destinations, looking for something that sounded interesting. She was wearing her combat dress, which was getting rather frayed around the edges by now, and she had a gun strapped to