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The Doctor stuck his sonic back in his pocket, stretching out his arms. It had been a long, stressful day. He looked over at where River was standing, handcuffs being put back on. She would be going back to the Stormcage, and for some reason, he couldn't help but feel... sad. He barely knew her. But she clearly knew him. And she'd saved Amy's life in the forest, he couldn't just let that go. Confused, he pulled at his hair, watching Amy look at him curiously before she opened the TARDIS door. "I'll be over in a minute," he called. She just smirked at him and walked inside. Is she your wife? The Doctor had balked at that. Him, married? It just couldn't happen. But somehow, she intrigued him. She knew his future. Maybe she was? Abandoning his attempt at rational thinking, he slowly made his way over to her. "I, erm... thanks. I guess you know where we'll be meeting next?"

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Scratching the back of his head, he thought about it for a moment, then smiled. "Nope, I'm telling you." Confidence on the rise, he pulled out the sonic, pointing it at the cuffs, barely glancing back at the guards. It fell away with a click. "Are you saying yes? Well - I suppose it's too late for that. But it's still polite to ask."

One of his hearts seemed to twinge a bit when she mentioned Amy. He supposed that they could both stay - they'd certainly already got off to a good start - but he rather wanted to get to know River Song without any distractions. Why, he didn't know, but anything about his future drew him in far too easily.

"I don't know. I'll tell her you're coming, maybe she won't mind. But I can take her back for a while too, it's just... eh, long story. Too many words, and it's getting cold, and that guard is bound to get suspicious at some point."

Edited at 2012-12-08 09:04 am (UTC)

He was so young, trying not to act as young as he was. Bless. It was certainly endearing and River knew that there was something about her that drew him in, not unlike when she first met him. The only difference was, she knew who he was and had known since she was a child.

'Always,' she said grinning. It was cute that he was telling her, not that he told her to do much of anything. He tried, but he was rather young and not quite up to making a mark...yet. Still, he'd learn, River knew just how much he learned.

The archaeologist laughed. 'I'm certain she won't mind. I know you heard her theorising about who I am in relation to you.' Her mother had been right and she wondered if Amy, with her head all muddled from that crack (almost as bad as River's own mind), if she had sensed who River really was.

He straightened his bow tie, feeling far more his usual self than he had two minutes ago. Which was always a good thing. "Well come on, come on, let's get going. I promise to have you back at Stormcage before curfew or whatever." He bounded back towards the TARDIS, unconcerned about the attention he'd probably bring.

The Doctor opened the door and stood back to let her in, keeping an eye on the guards. They weren't going to bother them - he'd made sure of that already, obviously - but he still enjoyed watching their bemused expressions. It was funny. Too funny.

"And I'm assuming you're not going to tell me?" he asked, as they walked inside. She couldn't be his wife. Amy was kidding. Though, she did have a knack for getting things right sometimes. Her instincts were spot on. Still, he couldn't imagine being married. It was a scary thought. Weren't married couples... settled? He wasn't exactly the domestic type.

River laughed, the sound deep and rich. Curfew? Oh that man. It was still early for him and he had no idea what to make of her. She could see it in his face, the way he adjusted his bowtie. It was all still very new to him and he didn't quite understand her or probably understand why.

'See you later, boys,' she stated with a sultry wink to the guards. They did nothing and would do nothing, knowing that she'd return on her own. It was a game she played.

Would she tell him? No. And true, they didn't have a standard wedding or even a standard relationship, but they were loyal for a not-so settled and domestic sort of marriage. Every married couple had their quirks, this was just one of theirs.

River looked back to him with a cheeky smile before entering the TARDIS, 'Spoilers.'

River's laugh lingered in his mind as he shut the door behind them. He decided he rather liked the sound of it. He had a strange feeling the universe - his playground - would be empty without it.

The Doctor rolled his eyes. That saying had become all too familiar already. "And are spoilers really such a bad thing?" Laughing, he led her up to the console, where Amy was already fiddling around. Of course. "Pond, we have a guest." The Doctor paused for a moment. No, definitely not saying that again.

Dropping the pompousness, he leaned against the TARDIS console. "She's going to come along with us for a while. You mind?" He didn't really wait for an answer, and he figured Amy had probably expected that. But she wouldn't have cared about it anyway. The more the merrier, right?

'They can be, sweetie,' River remarked, following him. 'Believe me, I know. And so should you, foreknowledge can be very dangerous.'

There her mother was, young and looking quite well, even for someone who had just been almost killed. She couldn't blame her mother for looking a little shell shocked, she did walk through a forest of Weeping Angels with her eyes closed.

'Where are we off to now, dear?' she asked cheerily, grinning at Amy, who smiled back slightly. Poor Amy, was clearly shaken, but she was strong and would get through this just fine.

'I should get out of these. Amy, do you want some tea? I could go for a cup about now, hmm?' Wine was usually more of their style, but tea would do, since she was certain there'd be no wine on the TARDIS.

He nodded reluctantly. Yes, he knew the dangers of foreknowledge all too well. "Alright, alright." The Doctor pretended to sulk, busying himself with the controls, but trying to hide a grin at the same time.

"You know, I think Amy needs a pick-me-up. How about we go pick up Nose Boy and go somewhere... slightly less stressful than normal. Hm?" He grinned, stretching his arms, as Amy mumbled something along the lines of, "I'm fine," and, "it's Rory". She looked over at River, nodding. "Unless you've got anything stronger? Though I doubt it."

The Doctor laughed. "What do you need stronger for? Tea's wonderful, quite fabulous really. Fixes everything." He hopped down the stairs, poking around for a kettle. "I'm sure I left it here last time..."

So, he did call her father that more than just that time in Washington DC. Her poor father, he'd have a son in law, who was mad and teased him. Then again, with all the strange things that happened, she supposed her family was all around strange, herself included.

'Oh? Rory? Is he your boyfriend?' River asked casually. She knew better, as she put an arm around Amy's shoulders. 'Sounds nice, every Rory I've met has been nice.'

It was a shame the Doctor wasn't older, because once her mother was settled in and elsewhere, they would have had their fun. For now, she felt like the adult and would take care of everyone and that included her ancient, but young husband (future in his time stream).

'It's probably in the kitchen, sweetie, where's it's supposed to be.' River rolled her eyes good naturedly and started to lead Amy to the kitchen. 'You're welcome to join us, if you'd like.'

Amy seemed to freak out a little when River asked about Rory, though the Doctor only half-noticed, out of the corner of his eye. The kettle was important.

"He's my, well - we're getting married." That caught his attention. He spun around and patted her on the shoulder. "Really? When? I do like weddings." He liked Rory. Sure, he was no Amy, and certainly not River, but he was brilliant, in his own awkward way. And they seemed to fit well together. Like a proper married couple.

"The kitchen? But that could be anywhere!" Whining, he followed them anyway. "Who keeps a kettle in the kitchen anyway? What use is it to me there?

It wasn't that it surprised River how her mother acted. She was fond of Rory, adored him. In fact, River knew that it was she who got them together in the first place. Well, she wanted to be born, didn't she?

'That's wonderful.' Poor Amy, she seemed so unsure of her decision to marry. River knew, the wedding was beautiful. Her mother looked beautiful and her father looked handsome. And she didn't stay. 'I'm certain you two will be very happy together.'

The ginger girl gave the Doctor a slight glare. 'You picked me up the night before my wedding,' Amy stated. Amy seemed to be back on her feet to mostly her normal self and it made River smile.

'Yep and I'll find it,' River announced confidently. 'I don't want to know what you use it for, if not water. The console does not have a burner, dear, nor should you attempt to use any part of the console as such.' Amy just laughed beside her as the Doctor was scolded like a husband who had done something wrong.

"I did?" The Doctor watched her warily. Amy's glare always seemed to scare him a little. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing? I'll get you back on time, don't worry. I like Rory. We can take you now, even."

Maybe she missed her normal, Leadworth life. Humans certainly did get attached to perfectly ordinary things, even when they could explore the entire universe with him. The thought of her leaving, even for a little while, made his heart sink. He liked Amy too. But he'd pop up again like he always did, right?

The Doctor made an exaggerated sigh, unperturbed by River's tone. "Fine, fine, I'll try not to." He shuffled behind them, sticking his tongue out at Amy.

Amy shrugged, 'I don't know.' She moved awkwardly, like she wasn't even sure if she wanted to get married. And that alone was awkward, especially now with River there.

River just continued to walk as Amy stuck her tongue back out at him. 'I know what you did, Doctor. Stick your tongue back in your mouth before I get tempted to bite it off.'

Amy sniggered beside River, having decided that she liked the curly haired woman right away. River had a spark and a flair that Amy admired and saw in herself. Also, whatever she had done to end up in jail, couldn't have nearly been as bad as everyone though. She probably had a good reason.

River found the kitchen easily enough and threw a smile in the Doctor's direction. 'See? Found it. Now to find that kettle, yeah? Which, if I am not mistaken is...' she released Amy and went into a cupboard and produced the kettle with a look of amusement, 'right here.'

The Doctor watched Amy with someone almost like concern. She definitely needed a break, with Rory, to make her sure of herself. Because he knew they were meant to get married. He didn't know how he knew, but it felt important, somehow. And they belonged together, he could see that much.

Bite it off? That sounded menacing. River was a very... interesting character, he thought. But that could be easily dealt with. "Make me."

The Doctor sighed, rubbing his forehead as they strolled into the kitchen. He really needed a map. Or the TARDIS needed to stop messing around with his brain. "I'm sure that's a new kettle, I've never seen it. Dashing shade of blue, though." Smirking, he took it and started to bumble around, making tea. "Take a seat, then, you too. Figure out where we're going next. And I've decided we're picking up Rory, too."

If the Pandorica was in River's future, she knew there was nothing to worry about. Her mother had her own weird way of showing that she loved Rory when she was younger. Still, marriage was a huge step. River remembered her own wedding, but it was nothing like this. She didn't exactly prepare for it.

River laughed at that, and gave him a sultry look over her shoulder. Oh, the banter, she had missed it. Young him could be so naive and not sure what to say when. He only really flirted more when he was older. 'Maybe I will.'

'That's because you don't look, dear,' River scolded him lightly.

The two women looked at each other with a slight shrug. The man making the tea and the girls relaxing and enjoying a chat. Amy sat and then looked confused.

'Rory? Why are you pick up Rory?' she asked. 'He's at stag night.'

River looked at the Doctor and made a quick decision. 'It'll, er, be like a double date. Something memorable.'

Poor Amy, human marriage seemed like such a big scary... thing. The kettle whistled and he quickly poured them all tea, bringing it over and sitting down, doing his best to ignore River's look.

"I do look!" he said indignantly. "I see everything." He picked up his tea, rolling his eyes a little.

"Oh, stag night. Amy, we have the TARDIS, we can pick him up after. Or before, he might not be as inebriated." Humans and their alcohol. He'd never particularly liked the stuff - nor did many races he encountered. Humans were strange.

The Doctor was impressed at River's quick thinking. "Exactly. Besides, I think we all need a break, particularly you. I think you've had enough running for your life for a little while?"

The ginger girl looked between the two. 'If you two are going to tear each other's clothes off...I can leave right now. I can find somewhere else to be.' She continued to look between them as she fixed her tea.

'I think he's a bit young for that,' River remarked slyly to Amy before looking at the Doctor as he said he saw everything. 'Hardly, dear. If you did, you wouldn't miss things or misplace them. You can't always blame it on the TARDIS.'

Oh dear, River could see that Amy didn't like the idea. Rory was at stag night, which she remembered giggling about with Amy so long ago. Knowing Rory, he wouldn't be drunk...hangovers and weddings didn't go well.

'Me?' Amy asked, as if surprised and a little bit offended.

'Well, since I have a temporary release from jail, I think it's a brilliant idea. Knowing him, he can't keep out of trouble. Let's see how long it takes him to get into trouble, hmm?' River suggested.

'Yeah, okay.'

The Doctor chose to ignore Amy's jibe about the clothing. Not that he'd rather not think about it, but... they'd met twice. Not a comfortable subject. He looked curiously at River when she said he was too young. What did she know?

"Oh, come on, I'm sure he won't mind. Think of it as a... pre-wedding honeymoon. Yeah." Nodding enthusiastically, he took a sip of his tea, watching them exchange glances.

"Hey, I don't get into trouble on purpose. You lot will get me into trouble, more like." He thought about it for a while. It was probably going to happen. Sooner or later, trouble would find them. And it was exciting. Especially with more companions than usual.

She just calmly sat there, with a smile on her face. Oh, she was thinking about it. What a thought it was. River remembered him, the older him, and how he could be. This man was too young, too naive and she knew he was practically a blushing virgin.

'I don't know. It seems like you've decided for me though,' the ginger girl stated, crossing her arms and leaning back.

'Me? Seriously, honey?' River looked at him, as if he was a bit mad...which he was, but that was beyond the point. And she was also trouble, just like him and that was beyond the point too. 'Trouble follows you around like a lost dog. Amy, this will be fun. I'm sure Rory will love travelling, most do.'

Amy rolled her eyes, looking at the both of them as she pushed away her empty cup. "Alright, alright, but if we come across you two snogging in a corridor we're leaving."

Without missing a beat, the Doctor replied, "Same goes for you and Rory, then. And, actually, how do you manage to kiss him with the... you know." He mimed having a beak coming out of his face. Amy wasn't particularly amused. However, the Doctor was still pondering the apparent relationship between himself and River, as foreseen by Amy. River was... incredible, but no matter what either of them seemed to think, he wasn't just about to go around kissing people. Definitely not.


He tried to push past his confused feelings for the time traveller and stood up. "Well then, enough chit chat, let's go pick up Mr Pond. Have you decided where you want to go? I definitely recommend the Moulin Rouge. Or maybe Venice. The Andromeda galaxy?" He shrugged, and strolled back towards the console room. He hoped.

River looked over at the Doctor, eyebrows raised and lips slightly pursed, like she couldn't believe what she was hearing from his mouth. Oh right, like they were going to kiss with how young and green he was...and she really didn't want to hear him talk ill about her father. Of course, Amy reacted quickly and shouted a 'hey!' indignantly and very offended.

River drank her tea. She should have known that her mother would be able to see through her, even though she had no idea that the woman sitting across from her was, in fact, her daughter. The ginger had already figured out that the two were married and that she wore the trousers...and what could River say? It was a Pond trait.

'Enjoy your tea, Amy, I'll be right back,' the archaeologist said as she followed the Doctor.

When she caught up with him she put her hands on her hips. 'You might not want to talk that way when Rory comes aboard, sweetie.'

The Doctor slowly made his way back to the console room, whistling as he did so, his hands in his pockets. Women were amusing.

Hearing footsteps, he turned around to see River looking very indignant, hands on her hips. Curious. She'd never even met Rory... "Oh come on, it's just a bit of fun. I love Rory! Good Rory. The nose is just an unfortunate addition. You'll see." He patted her patronisingly, then wandered up to the console, fiddling around. "Let's see then, Amy's time..." he muttered.

Ok, he thought, maybe he ought to hold his tongue more often. It had gotten him into trouble before. And Rory seemed the sensitive type. Well, they both did. Nothing to be done about it, really. He could still feel River's eyes on him, so he surrendered. "Fine, fine, no more joking around and hurting people's feelings. I'll apologise to Amy in a minute."

Edited at 2012-12-20 07:39 am (UTC)

'Never met a Rory who wasn't a good man. Either way, Amy's upset, she almost died and you smooth everything over by making fun of her fiancé,' River stated. 'I know it doesn't seem it to you, but she's feeling a little vulnerable, so not making fun of her fiancé would be a smart thing, dear.'

She liked it better when he was younger and he knew who she was. The daughter of Amy and Rory, his best friends. Still, she had to remember, he was young and foolish at the moment and probably didn't realise what these two would mean to him.

Rolling her eyes slightly, she did a slight adjustment on the flight plan. 'Give her a few minutes, let her sit and drink her tea. Let's get Rory and give them a date to remember.'

The Doctor tried to avoid her gaze as she reprimanded him. Her tone seemed to cut right to the core, and he regretted what he'd said to Amy. What he'd put the poor girl through - not just today, but for fourteen years. It was a wonder she didn't hate him. Clearly she was upset. So why would he try to make it worse.

Nodding along, he said, "Yeah, you're right. And I'm sorry. And I'll tell her that in a minute. And maybe I'll even tell Rory." Feeling down on himself, he turned to watch the console as the TARDIS started to power up, taking them to Rory. It still intrigued him how much she cared about Amy and Rory, even though they'd only just met. It reminded him a lot of himself.

He relaxed slightly, turning to face her. He'd spent so much of his time concerned about how Amy had handled the ordeal, but River had been through it as well. And the Weeping Angels alone were enough to make anyone break down. "What about you, River? I know you're strong, and blah blah blah, but are you alright?"

She hadn't meant to reprimand him. In fact, she hoped that he didn't take it too hard. River knew why this all meant so much to her and it always hurt when she was amongst her family and no one knew who she was. Her parents or her husband. But this was the price she paid for the life she lead and she wouldn't change it for the Universe.

'I'm sure she understands. This is you and you're a bloody child sometimes,' she stated, resting her hand on the console. 'Sweetie, stop sulking. You're her best friend. She trusts you more than anyone else.'

By the time he faced her, she was by his side. Composed and head held high. This was River Song, Weeping Angels didn't scare her...but they did then. They scared her because they endangered her mother. Time can be rewritten and River didn't want to change her time or her mother's. Her mother loved all of this as much as she had. They were practically cut from the same clothe.

'Yes, I am,' she stated confidently. 'Weeping Angels are a terrifying race, but the more dangerous, the better, isn't it?'

He was always a child. Growing up wasn't something you did when you ran away to travel the universe. But it didn't matter. River was right - Amy would forgive him.

The Doctor studied River's expression carefully. She was confident, and he had no doubt that the Weeping Angels hadn't affected her quite as much as Amy, but there was something there, lingering in her eyes. "Danger is my middle name. Actually, don't have a middle name. It should be," he laughed, a grin spreading across his face again. Whether she was his wife or not, she definitely had his knack for trouble, and danger.

Something was still tugging at the Doctor's mind, however. River cared a lot about Amy and Rory, far more than she should for someone who barely knew them. It wasn't obvious, but he could see it. What did they mean to her? Standing beside her, he tweaked a few levers, asking, "What are they, in the future? Amy and Rory. Who are they to you? Am I allowed to ask?" At that moment came the familiar noise of the TARDIS landing, or as River said, the brakes creaking. Time to get Rory. He cupped his hands over his mouth. "Amy!"

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