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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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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!"

She rolled her eyes fondly and walked around the TARDIS. 'I suppose it makes it mine too. But I figure I'm more of "Trouble" than "Danger".' And indeed she was. Prison, dangerous archaeological expeditions, general troublemaking. Although, there was something about the Weeping Angels that unsettled her. That scared her slightly and she knew that they were far more dangerous than most she faced.

'Spoilers, sweetie,' River remarked as she strode over to the crash seat and sat herself down easily. She wished she could tell him, but she knew better. Instead, she would let it end there, or so she hopped. He would learn soon enough who she was and what Amy and Rory meant to her in the future for him. At least then, he couldn't hang it over their heads that he knew who she was and that Amy would indeed marry her fiancé, in fact, they'd have a child within the first year of marriage. There was a lot that she wanted to keep hidden, at least to not change the future. River would never allow that.

Amy came running as if something had gone wrong, but when she heard no frantic sounds from down the hall, she slowed to a walk and walked in calmly and with more dignity than she felt. 'What's up?' she asked casually, or as casually as she could, arms behind her back.

Trouble, indeed. More trouble than he'd bargained for, certainly. River was quite the handful. Nothing he couldn't handle, of course.

He sighed exaggeratedly, grinning as he watched her sit down. He wasn't really expecting an answer, to be honest. He already knew her response. But it still intrigued him. River didn't seem like the type of person to get attached to someone without good reason. Whoever Amy and Rory became, they were important.

Lifting his head, he saw the redhead stroll into the room. "We're here, Rory'll be around somewhere. You want to go find him? I'm not entirely sure where we landed..." He walked around the console to the monitor, confident that Rory was nearby, but still wanting to check where they were. The TARDIS was still acting funny, which was to be expected. It wouldn't fully repair for a while, he figured.

River sat and watched, head held high and a slight smile on her lips. She was the perfect picture of composure. Almost like the Mona Lisa, the smile let him know she had secrets, as every woman did. And he knew she had her secrets, a lot of them, all of which he'd learn in his future.

'And I will be getting changed. Military fatigues are only flattering for so long,' she replied as Amy came in. And with that, River was off to the wardrobe to find suitable clothing for whatever adventure they were off to. It also gave her a chance to collect her thoughts by herself. She knew better than anyone that there would be some awkwardness about with Rory coming aboard.

'Oh,' Amy stated, pursing her lips. 'He's at stag night. His fiancée going in there is a bit awkward...' Then she took out her mobile and phoned him. Amy was expecting every bit of a drunken man and a drunken reply. What else did blokes do at stag night besides drink a lot, eat a lot and watch strippers dance. To her credit, she wasn't going to burst into the pub and embarrass him in front of his mates. She also had her dignity to think of. She was no clingy fiancée.

He watched River leave, curious as to what she would find to wear. A small part of his brain was of the opinion that she looked quite good in her army gear. But he pushed it away, aware that there were more pressing matters on hand.

"Pssh, he's at his stag night, oh well. Look, how about I go get him? That way, it won't be weird at all!" The Doctor seemed completely oblivious to the fact that Rory was almost a complete stranger to him, and Amy stared at him in disbelief. "You - oh, Doctor." She sighed, pressing her palm to her forehead, still trying to get a hold of her soon-to-be husband. It wasn't as if she had many options. She did really want to see him, and having the Doctor get him might be easier...

He could see that she was thinking it over in her mind, so he set out to convince her. "Oh, come on, what's the worst that could happen? It's probably almost finished, no one will remember I was there if they're all that intoxicated. And I'm sure I've got a good hangover remedy somewhere." He grinned excitedly, bouncing on the balls of his feet. He didn't often get the chance to experience such human gatherings.

What was the worst that could happen? Amy raised her eyebrows, as if asking: 'Really? You're asking that?' And he was asking it. Of course he was. Amy had a real feeling that this man didn't just flippantly ask anything.

She watched him for a long moment and then sighed. 'Oh, go, if it pleases you so much. Go.' She was just uncertain what that man was up to and what the Doctor would do once he got to the party. There was a number of things the Doctor could see that would make him uneasy and not unreasonably so. It was a stag party, so generally, more than just drinking went on, in fact, she was certain that his mates had hired a stripper, not that it would bother Amy. Knowing Rory, he'd stutter his way through the whole thing. Bless.

Then again, Amy could have been wrong about this over enthusiastic man-child and he did know the on goings of stag night, other than the drunken fun. It seemed to her, that the Doctor seemed rather naive on relationships and women, despite claiming to be much older than anyone she knew of to be alive. She'd sit there and wait until he got back, almost excited to see how he handled the whole thing. It could very well be, very amusing. At least she hoped it would be.

The Doctor grinned at Amy's reluctant approval, and strolled out of the TARDIS, slipping his thumbs under his suspenders and whistling as he went. This was going to be good. The apparent volume of alcohol did worry him a little, but he figured that as long as no one tried to offer him any, he would be ok.

He hadn't expected to pop up from a huge cardboard cake, but it was fun all the same. Except that there wasn't a huge crowd of people standing in front of him, least of all Rory. Wrong party? He turned on the spot, mildly confused, but then cracked a huge smile as he saw the boy with the beak. "Ah, Rory! Thought I'd come out of the wrong cake. We need to talk about your fiance. Also, there's a women standing outside with very few clothes on, someone should go see her. She's very lovely." He tried to expertly clamber out of the cake, only his gangly limbs got in the way and he ended up on the floor.

"Doctor, why are you at my stag night?" Rory, along with his friends, all gave him the same suspiciously confused look as he stood up. "Nothing to worry about," he laughed. "Just a few multi-dimensional stone forms that tried to take over her mind and now she's a bit overwhelmed and wants to see her fiance. Everything's fine!" He grinned, well aware that he had probably spoken too fast for anyone to have understood him.

About an hour later, both Rory and the Doctor stumbled into the TARDIS again. Amy stared at the both of them, particularly confused with the Doctor's mild state of undress. He could see River smirk slightly, as Amy asked, "You've been gone long enough. What exactly happened in there?" Rory helped him sit down, and replied, "You really don't want to know.

Amy shook her head as he went off. Oh, he was probably going to cock it up...but that was about normal for the Doctor...she supposed. He was all limbs and barely any sense of coordinating them. Explaining this one to Rory though, that was the tough one, since this was the night before their wedding. It looked bad enough, although, with River there, maybe not as bad as it could look.

River returned in a sleeveless navy dress with buttons down the front. It was modest and moderately stylish and she wore practical shoes. If there was one thing to be said about River, she was almost always dressed for an adventure. Either that, or she was dressed to kill.

The girls talked, about nothing really, except that Amy was nervous. She walked about, unable to stay still for a moment. River stood near the console and waiting. This was certainly taking the Doctor a lot longer than they thought, but they came back. And the state they came back in, River was trying her damnedest not to laugh. It didn't stop the smirk from appearing on her lips.

'Oh, believe me, I do,' River said snarkily, crossing her arms over her chest.

Amy was uneasy as she awkwardly stood near Rory, trying her best not to show him just how nervous she was. What would Rory say about this? This was their wedding night, even though Amy was gone for days now. For Rory, it was still the night before the wedding and her running off with her imaginary friend was clearly not a good thing for their relationship, she supposed.

At least the Doctor's state helped defuse the tension. 'Looks like someone can't hold himself back at a Stag party,' Amy remarked.

The Doctor was completely oblivious to the tension that hung thick in the air between Rory and Amy. Both were staring at each other in what almost seemed like disbelief. But the Doctor was much too far gone to notice. He'd never been much of a fan of alcohol, but the guys had managed to convince him to take a shot while Rory lingered nervously behind him. One turned into a few, which turned into several, and was followed by drunken rowdiness, bragging, and mildly aggressive arguments, during which he lost his tweed jacket. Alcohol clearly had more of an effect on him than he'd previously thought. Rory had drunk just as much, but was still sober enough to figure out where they were, and what was happening.

He ignored both Amy and River's comments, and turned around on the spot, trying to reattach his suspenders. "I miss my jacket. It was a nice jacket. Tweed. Mm, tweed. Good word." Amy rolled her eyes and looked past him, trying to decide if now would be a good time to explain things to him. He was staring at her as if there was nothing else in the room, but it didn't look like an angry stare.

Rory himself was simply confused. Why would she pick him up, if her precious 'Raggedy Man' had already invited her on board? Surely they'd been on all sorts of excursions already? The thought made him feel a little betrayed. They were getting married tomorrow, for god's sake. "Amy," he slurred. "This... this is the timey box, right? Has he just shown up, or did you already leave with him and then remember that I was still here?" Try as he might, he couldn't get angry with Amy. Just sad.

River rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. Oh this man. She just simply helped him fix his braces. 'Had fun, dear?' Her voice was terse and she was clearly not happy with how this turned out. Well, they needed to sober the boys up before they even considered going anywhere else. Being the mature adult here, because the 907 year old child for a man clearly wasn't, the responsibility fell onto River. Which was funny, considering that she was the one who was in jail.

'Rory, no...nothing like that. He just...showed up and took me with him. I was always going to come back,' the ginger girl said. This was awkward. Amy probably shouldn't have expected anything less. Honestly, she was glad that River was there. Another person, especially a woman, helped defuse the tension. Amy also had the sneaking suspicion that River Song was indeed the Doctor's wife, even from his future. And there was something about River that Amy really liked. It was rather hard to explain and she certainly didn't want to try.

River stalked out of the room, leaving everyone for a moment. She wasn't surprised if this experience was what kept him from drinking in his future. He often took a sip of something alcoholic and spit it out immediately. And it was probably best to sober him up anyway, less he ended up in worse shape than he already was. She brought both Rory and the Doctor a glass of water that had a stream of fizz coming from the centre of glass. 'Both of you, drink this, it should help sober you up and prevent hang overs,' she hand handing the glasses over. 'Now, drink, both of you.'

The Doctor had a sneaking suspicion that River wasn't happy with him, but right now it wasn't the number one thing on his mind. Glad that his braces were now where they should be, he let her wander off as he strolled up towards the console, bustling around and pressing a few different buttons.

Behind him, a few feet away, Rory and Amy were having a quiet discussion. Rory tried to insist that he wasn't angry, but it was difficult when he was tipsy. But it did make him a little more accepting of the fact that a strange man had taken her wife the night before they were to be married. He sincerely hoped she was telling the truth when she said she was always going to come back. Perhaps it was a good thing he was going with them - he could keep an eye on things.

The Doctor was rummaging under the console when River brought him the glass. He drank it down obediently, but made a face. "This stuff is horrid, why do we even keep it here, sweetie?" he asked, mimicking her. Not long after he'd set down the empty glass, though, the fuzziness suddenly disappeared from his mind and he braced himself on the console, momentarily disorientated. "Egh, no, never doing that again, sorry." Nearby, Rory was in a similar state. Both of them quickly sobered up, feeling guilty and embarrassed. "Erm, so," said the Doctor, trying to regain control of the situation. "Did you decided where we're going?"

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