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River is doing maintenance on the Tardis; the Doctor disapproves.


“River! Get your hands out of my Tardis!”

River looked down from where she was rewiring the navigational sensors underneath the console deck. The Doctor stomped up and pulled her oily hands down. He glowered at her and lightly bit her knuckle with an exasperated twinkle in his eye.

Her eyes twinkled back. He was so cute when he was huffy.

“I was just realigning the navigational buffers, Sweetie. They’re too lax.”

“I like them lax, it’s more fun that way!” he protested, waving one hand expressively up at the console.

“That’s because you don’t care where you end up. I like knowing I’m going to get where I’m going,” River pointed out.

“Boring,” he sing-songed.

“Yes, I know you think so, Sweetie. But there is a time for promptness.” She gently withdrew her hands from his, although she did love the warm grip of his long fingers. She wiped her hands on the rag she had tucked in her waistband.

He plopped his hands on his hips and leaned forward. He tapped her on the nose. “Time machine.” He pointed out. “We can always be prompt, it just sometimes takes a few tries.”

“It wouldn’t have to take a few tries if you maintained proper maintenance,” River said, arching a finely drawn eyebrow.

Ah!” he gasped in shock at that unfair accusation. “I am always working on the Tardis!”    

“Yes, yes,” she patted him on the cheek, leaving a smudge of oil. The Tardis hummed around them. “But how much of that is actual maintenance and how much is just fiddling about?” she gave him a wide eyed, pursed lipped look.

His eyes fell wide in indignation. “I do not fiddle about!”

She grinned at him, a thoroughly naughty, dark eyed grin. “Yes you do, Sweetie,” she said in a husky voice. She gave him a slow, soft kiss.

He blushed crimson. He flapped his hands. “We aren’t talking about that!”

Truly, if he went any redder his ears would explode.

She grinned, she liked him flustered.

“I will have you know I am constantly doing maintenance on the Tardis, there is not a circuit or system I haven’t repaired over the centuries!”  

“Oh really?”

“Yes, really!

She crouched down and picked up the micron shunt out of the toolbox. She looked up at him slyly. “Chameleon circuit?”

He stared at her, appalled. He quickly jumped sideways in front of the dimensional controls, arms outstretched protectively. He stared at her in horror.

“You wouldn’t dare!”

 
Repairs and Maintenance
"There isn't another way." "I didn't say there was, Sweetie."

Doctor Who, 11th Doctor, River Song, Romance, Humor, Fluff, PG

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"There isn't another way." "I didn't say there was, Sweetie."  --  How could he understand what he asked of her. Asking her to kill him, to allow herself to kill him.


Alone. River had always been alone. Yes, for some of it she had Amy and Rory. But for most of her life, for most of what she was, she had always been alone.

The Doctor didn't understand that. For all that he considered himself a loner, the man was rarely alone. He had friends up and down the timestream, his Tardis was always full of Companions and noise and excitement. Comraderie.

Not so for her. She really was alone. Alone in Stormcage. Alone in the orphanage. Alone, despite Amy and Rory, in Leadworth. Even in college, where she'd had friends, she'd still been alone.

Until him.

How could he understand what he asked of her. Asking her to kill him, to allow herself to kill him.

How could she kill the only person who'd ever made her not alone? The only person she knew who really cared. Oh, not for the facade of Mels, lying in wait in Leadworth all those years. Not for "Melody Pond" the infant that Amy and Rory still idealistically loved, never having had to put up with childish tantrums or teenage screams.

He was the only one who loved her, River, the name she'd taken for herself, with all her history, all her tinkered biology, all her training and brainwashing and psychopathic tendencies.

But beyond that, he loved her. The her that had no name, the her that had no history. The her that was smart and funny and frighteningly brave, who drove him crazy, and engaged his mind and played with him and flirted with him and understood him.

The her that could go anywhere in time, but still loved archeology. Who loved the intrigue of it, the mental puzzles of it, who loved the dreams and possibilities of it, and even the dirt and sweat of it.

He was the only person in the universe who was unreservedly delighted to see her. Who wasn't intimidated by her, the one who thought she was cute enough to boink on the nose.

How could she kill him? How could she do that and remain sane? It wasn't that he was perfect, or something to worship or admire. It wasn't because he was a "legend" or a "prince in shining Tardis."

It was because he was the open arms, and the teasing glint, and the irritation over admiring chagrin. It was because he was the other piece to her puzzle. It was that she fit right in that spot between his hearts, just as he fit right in that spot between hers.

It wasn't anything as hokey as "being 'part' of each other," they were both too wildly individualistic for that. It was that they were at their best wildly individual selves together.

For the girl who'd fled monsters and lived and died on the streets as a child, there was no surety in life. No belonging. No welcome.

None but that annoyed sigh and eye roll when she caroled, "Hello, Sweetie." And that secret pleased smile to see her he thought she never saw. The knowledge that here was her hand to hold onto; when she was afraid, when she needed to run, or just when she needed not to be alone.

"But I have to die."

"I'll suffer if I have to kill you."

"More than every living thing in the universe?"

"Yes."
Loners, Together
"There isn't another way." "I didn't say there was, Sweetie."

Doctor Who, 11th Doctor, River Song, Romance, Humor, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, PG

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Doctor to Rose - "Remember hopping for your life?" -


“I don’t think I can keep doing this!” Rose yelled back as she barreled forward, struggling to keep her balance.

“Just keep going!” the Doctor’s gruff voice yelled behind her. She twisted to see, not easy when hopping on one foot, and found him right behind her, his long, athletic leg taking long bounds in his blue jeans, his buzz cut hair much less bouncy than her own, which kept whipping into her eyes and stinging.

She turned back around and hopped. Her left leg was chained to her waist, bent up behind her. Their alien captors had seemed to think that would hobble them enough to keep them from going anywhere.

She grinned fiercely and hopped harder. Her left butt cheek hurt. She was sure she was going to sprain her ankle and she could hear the howls of their pursuers gaining louder behind them.

“Quick, over the creek!” the Doctor’s husky voice said, right behind her.

The Tardis was standing on the opposite bank, a series of large stepping stones were all that separated them from freedom. Stones that had been slippery enough with two legs.

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding!” Rose stared in disgust, wondering if the creek was shallow enough to just hop through.

A spear sliced through the air and embedded in the loamy ground just beside her. She jumped sideways instinctively, and rammed into the Doctor. He was all muscle and barely shifted. He grabbed her with big hands and set her back on her foot.

“No time for flirting,” he said. “Follow me!”

He, maddeningly, hopped right over the stepping stones, without putting his foot wrong.

A spear streaked across the creek and thudded into the Tardis door, bouncing off. The door opened and Jack peered out, looking both ways. He looked beyond them at the approaching horde then glared at the Doctor as he hopped across the stones.

“Where have you two been?!” he demanded testily.

“Open the door and get out of the way!” the Doctor bellowed, driving forward, his one leg working like a piston.

Rose stared at the stones, hopping lightly to stay upright, she glanced at the swiftly moving creek, then back, hair whipping, at the approaching aliens.

They did not look happy. That’s what they get for bringing down the local god figure.

She grimaced, gritted her teeth, and shouted, “Wait for me!”

She windmilled her arms and hopped to the first stone, skidded, jumped immediately to the second, off balance, slipped again, then just progressively fell forward, one stone at a time, furiously working to keep her foot under her, slipping on each rocky surface, screaming in her head to get some new shoes with more traction.

Then stumbled, floundered, and splashed her way to the opposite bank.

She grabbed the streamside grasses in both hands, wet to the calf, and hauled herself up onto the bank. She rolled, (barely missing getting skewered by a spear that thumped down right where she’d been lying) then scrambled to her foot and hopped like mad for the Tardis.

The Doctor reached it and grabbed the door frame for balance. He waved her forward. “Come on! Hop to it!” he yelled.

She bounced past him into the Tardis in a furious rush, banging up the grated ramp, she could hear him clanging up right behind her.

They both collapsed sideways on the floor next to the console, careful of their bound legs. They lay there panting, eyes checking each other over carefully, catching their breath. The chains around their waists and one ankle clinked on the Tardis grating. Rose’s foot was asleep.

The Tardis dematerialization noise sounded, and they both looked up. Jack stood leaning against the console, arms crossed, twirling the Doctor’s sonic screwdriver in one hand where the Doctor had loaned it to him earlier.

He stared down at them, a naughty smile on his mouth and a twinkle in his eye.

“If I’d known you two were into bondage I’d ...”

“Shut up!” they both yelled simultaneously.
Hopping For Your Life
"Hopping. Remember hopping for your life? No?"

(Based on the 2005 Doctor Who Children in Need Special.)

Doctor Who, 9th Doctor, Rose Tyler, Captain Jack Harkness, Adventure, Humor, Fluff, Missing Scene, PG


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What if the Doctor and River had met as Time Tots? This is Doctor Who done Rugrats, Tiny Toons, and Muppet Babies style.


She was short and pudgy with big blue-green eyes and fluffy curls.

He was short and had a long fringe hanging down over big piney green eyes that peeked out at her shyly from behind his bangs.

“You’re adorable!” the little girl said. She liked his polka dot bow tie, and his little rainbow braces.

He dug a booted toe into the ground shyly and peered at her soulfully. “You’re beautiful.”

She reached out and clasped his hand. The rest of the children ran wild around them, pudgy little nymph Zygons, two twin little Sontarans in baby blue armor, the class puppy Drashig was gnawing on a bowling ball in the corner, making high pitched growly screamy noises, and a bashful little Ood sat in the corner, twiddling nervously with his stubby mouth tentacles and eyeing the others, crossing and uncrossing his legs, as if he wanted to join in, but didn’t know how.

“You can play with me,” the assertive little girl said confidently, gripping his hand. He liked her hand, he liked her, she was pretty, and sure, and she made him feel brave.

“What shall we do?” he asked.

She dragged him across the classroom and threw open the lid to the big blue-paneled toy trunk, she leaned in, legs kicking and pulled out two toy gunbelts, she handed him one proudly.

“Uhm,” he bit his lip, he didn’t want to upset her, “I don’t like guns.”

“Then what do you like?” She tilted her head, her voice piped, her eyes blinked, honestly curious, and he fell a little bit more in love.

“I like to fix things.” He smiled proudly, sticking his stubby thumbs under his braces and stretching them happily, bouncing on his toes.

She rolled her eyes and leaned back into the box. She came up holding a construction workers belt. She wrapped it around his waist and did the buckle.

“There, now we match!” She grinned, proudly wearing her gunbelt, dimpled arms akimbo.

He looked down doubtfully at the empty loops on the belt, it only had a hammer hanging on one side.

“I don’t like to hit things,” he said.

She huffed and blew a curl out of her face. He tilted his head down and looked up at her through his bangs, unsure.

“Right!” she dove back into the toybox, legs kicking, rummaging around in the copious interior.

She leaned back and dropped down, and handed him a bright yellow plastic toy screwdriver.

He took it with shining eyes, examining the plastic seams, running his little hands over it. Then held it up high like a lightsaber. “Now we can do anything!” he said in a high, excited voice.

He looked down at her with her gunbelt, and up at his screwdriver like a lightsaber. “You can be Han Solo, and I’ll be Luke Skywalker!”

There was a crash and yowls of anguish from across the room. They saw that the little Zygons and Sontarans had toppled the Peladon’s cubs toy block Citadel. The little humanoids with their puffy stripped afros were cowering under the table, blocks scattered around them, crying.

The Drashig puppy stopped chewing on his bowling ball and gallumped over to investigate, hissing at the cubs, making them cry more.

“Right!” the little girl said, curls abristle with righteous indignation. “That’s just mean!

The boy grabbed her hand and flourished his screwdriver confidently, he grinned at her, a tiny little dork in a polka dot bow tie and rainbow braces.

We can fix it!”
The Baby Episode (Doctor Who)
Summary:. What if the Doctor and River had met as Time Tots? This is Doctor Who done Rugrats, Tiny Toons, and Muppet Babies style.

Author's Note
: People are always asking me to write a Time Baby story, but I'm not really comfortable going that far out of canon. So instead of giving the Doctor and River a baby, this is my version.


Doctor Who, 11th Doctor, River Song, Romance, Humor, Fluff, Babyfic, G

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("I can see what is, what was, what could be, what must not. That's the burden of a Time Lord." - River is part Time Lord. What happens when she can suddenly see all the possibilities of what might have happened, if she hadn't chosen the Doctor.)


River was drawing weird circular Gallifreyan writing in the water condensation from her glass, smearing the water around on the table mindlessly, accenting it with flicks and swirls.

Amy watched her for a minute, a bit surprised. It wasn’t often she came upon her daughter brooding.

“Anything wrong, River?” she asked, sliding into another stool on the opposite side of the breakfast bar.

River looked up, startled. That in itself was disturbing. How deep in thought was she that she would be unaware of her surroundings?

“Hello, Amy. No, just thinking,” with a distracted smile, River went back to her doodling.

Amy stared, nonplussed.

“What about?” she asked, unable not to pry.

“Husbands, and cages, and shackles, and keys...” River said, still distracted.

“So, kinky stuff then?” Amy asked cheerfully.

River’s eyes snapped to hers, wide. Then she threw back her head and peeled with laughter. “No!” she said, still laughing. Then she tipped her curly head coyly, thinking about it. “Not that I couldn't go for that interpretation.” The devilish look in her eye said she was already considering possibilities.

Amy grinned, happy to have snapped her daughter out of her funk. “So,” she leaned forward. She tapped a sharp fingernail beside one of the symbols that was slowly spreading out and blobbing together. “What does this mean?”

River looked down. “Marriage.”

Amy’s ginger eyebrows tipped up. “And this one?”

“Slavery,” River answered.

Amy scowled. “You equate marriage with slavery?” All her maternal instincts came roaring to the fore, wondering what the Doctor had done to her daughter.

River must have heard the tone in her voice. She looked up, her eyes were calm, deep, a sort of twilight depth that Amy had occasionally seen in the Doctor’s eyes, usually when he was being all Time Lordy and weird.

“No,” River reassured her. “Cultural traditions aside, as interesting as they can be, no. I was just thinking. There’s this...” Her words trailed off, she looked up at her mother, her childhood best friend, her ally. “Have you ever heard the Doctor talk about timelines?” she asked, a bit hesitantly, especially for her.

Amy nodded, uncomfortable, a bit worried by River’s mood. “He says everything’s possible somewhere and as a Time Lord he can see all the possible timelines. And that there are fixed points, and so on, and that’s usually where my eyes start to glaze over.”

River smiled wryly. “Yes, well, not to make your eyes glaze over, but...”

Amy’s eyes got wide. “You can do that too?”

River grinned wryly. “Timehead,” she reminded her mother in a singsong voice.

“But... I didn’t really think...” Amy reached forward and caught her daughter’s hands. “I was just nervous, I didn’t mean anything by it,”she reassured River.

River seemed to relax a bit, she squeezed her hands back. “You were righter than you knew.”

Amy bit her lip, eyes darting back to the squiggles on the countertop. “So what’s that got to do with ‘marriage’ and ‘slavery?’”

River drew in a deep breath, “I can’t control it like the Doctor can, but every once in a while, I can... see the timestreams.”

Amy tensed up inside. “And?”

“And I know you and Rory have always wondered why I stay in Stormcage.”

Amy scowled. “You didn’t do anything wrong! You saved him! I don’t see why that means you have to stay in prison!” She flounced slightly in her chair, unable to keep still in her ire.

River grinned. “There are plenty of practical reasons for it. To uphold the con that he’s dead. To provide me a safe place when I’m not with him, since the place is a fortress and there are plenty of people who’d like to get at me, either for good or ill because I 'killed' him, or even because they know I’m his wife. And, frankly, dear mother, I needed it at first.”

Amy glared daggers at her, annoyed that she would talk about her daughter like that.

River grinned and squeezed her fingers affectionately. “It’s all right, I needed a bit of 'punishment' to finally make me feel free.”

Amy growled. “That sounds decidedly kinky, or psychotic.”

River shrugged. “I was psychotic. What else could you call it? I did kill him after all, just not at that lake. And bringing him back, giving my lives for his, that just made it worse in some ways. Staying in Stormcage, at least until I figured out how to get out, helped me feel that I'd done my time, 'paid my dues'.

"I knew I wasn’t guilty of anything, but still, I’d been programmed all my life for it. Then I undid it. Then I married him. Which was completely not what I was ever raised for. Stormcage gave me stability, and routine, and plenty of time to think myself through. Weirdly enough. I needed it. And the Doctor was wise enough to see that.”

Amy glared daggers at her, then jumped up, came around the bar and hugged her fiercely.

River laughed and hugged her young mother back just as fiercely.

“It’s okay, Amy. I’m fine now. These days Stormcage is just a place to crash, get my mail, and have a shower. I haven’t needed to be there in a long time.”

Amy pulled back and stared at her. “So why the weird ‘marriage’ and ‘slavery’ symbols?”

River wet her lips and looked down at them. “Because I was finally able to see the timelines.” She looked back up at Amy, a terrifying haunted look in her eye.

“It’s not about marriage being slavery, or the Doctor keeping me in Stormcage. Not that he ever did.

“But if I hadn’t made that decision that day, at Berlin, at the Lake, I would never have been free of the Silence.” She shuddered. Completely un-River-like, she laid her forehead on Amy’s shoulder.

“I would have been a slave for the rest of my life.”

Amy’s heart broke. She saw again that image of Kovarian, reaching out to take her baby from her.

She clung tighter to River.

River laughed a little hiccuping laugh and patted her on the back.

“Look at us. We’re getting maudlin.” She backed up, snuffled a mighty snuffle and smiled watery at her mother.

“Stormcage isn’t a cage my marriage created. I’m not 'shackled' to the Doctor. God knows the man is difficult enough to track down at the best of times.” She grinned reminiscently.

“I’d just realized, out of all possible timelines, I’d picked the best one, the one that really set me free.  All the cages, and shackles and keys, are actually signs of my freedom."

Amy stared down at her, tears smeared on her cheeks. Suddenly her eyes went quiet and thoughtful, then she started grinning.

“So that’s why you have that fixation,” she said in a whisper, and swallowed a giggle. "I always wondered why the Doctor didn't mind."

“What?” River asked.  

“So,” Amy said, in mock innocence. Her eyebrows tipped up. “Handcuffs?”

River looked at her in surprise. Then gave her a sly, and thoroughly naughty grin.
Timehead
"I can see what is, what was, what could be, what must not. That's the burden of a Time Lord." -  River is part Time Lord. What happens when she can suddenly see all the possibilities of what might have happened, if she hadn't chosen the Doctor.


Doctor Who, 11th Doctor, River Song, Romance, Humor, Family, Hurt/Comfort, PG

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I'm a prolific Doctor Who fan fiction writer. I write Doctor Who stories from as short as a couple of hundred words to full novels and everything in between.

All the stories are canon compliant, meaning they're the type and rating of thing you'd find in the TV show itself. Adventure, mystery, humor, romance, and fluff. Alien worlds, historical times, contemporary adventures, and including all the different Doctors and Companions from Doctor Who, Classic and New.

I hope you enjoy the stories.

(I'm new here on DeviantART, so I'll be adding the stories gradually over time.)

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Thank You For The Fav! :D
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thank you so much for the fav!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Hug :happybounce: 
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Thanks for joining :icontorchwho:
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Hello, how are you? :)
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Thank you for the favourite!
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Thank you for the fav!Mini Tardis 11th Doctor Dance 
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Thanks for the fave!
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Will you put the TARDIS in more stuff? Maybe as human? (If possible again, or maybe another TARDIS that they find somewhere on their travels)
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You know I was thinking as much a Amy loves to tease the Doctor, she probably likes to tease River too. Do you think she ever asked them about granbabies just to watch the ensuing madness? Not sure what Rory would say. Of course the thought of actually becoming a granny at her age might really give her grey hair.
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Betawhofic Featured By Owner Jul 9, 2014
That's a good idea. Unfortunately, if I wrote it right now, it would probably be all sad and angsty, I can see River, as Rory's daughter, secretly really wanting children, but knowing it's not possible because it's too dangerous.

But, I'll let the idea percolate in the back of my head for a while, maybe something better will occur to me.
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