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River and the Doctor have different ways of doing things. But somehow they always work best together.


River ran into the corridor, slammed the blast door, and grabbed his hand.

Run!

They sprinted down the hallway, the sound of labored spacecraft engines rising around them.

“River, what did you do?” the Doctor demanded as they ducked around a corner and pelted for the escape pod where the Tardis was stored.

“It was just a little bomb,” River said, grinning evilly back over her shoulder at him.

Suddenly there were cries of distress and dismay from all parts of the ship.

She looked back over her shoulder at him again, one eyebrow raised. “What did you do?” she asked.

He shrugged and grinned back at her, his floppy hair dangling in his eyes. “I cut the navigation controls, and put bubble soap in the internal atmosphere recyclers.”

Bubbles started to float out of the air vents around them.

They pelted through the fairyland of multicolored bubbles. Soapsuds burst and slicked every available surface. They staggered as a huge jolt almost knocked them off their feet. The engines fell silent.

Curses, sounds of dismay, running feet, slipping, thuds, and a wailing siren followed them as they nipped through the escape pod hatch and squirmed their way around the edges into the Tardis door.

They fell inside and slammed the doors after them, panting and grinning.

The Doctor lurched up and went to the console, quickly setting coordinates and pulling the dematerialization lever.

River turned on her side and propped her head up on her hand, watching him with a smug look.

He tapped a message out on the typewriter and hit send with the flair of a concert pianist. “Authorities notified! One spaceship full of cannibal space pirates, clean and stranded,” he said. He leaned his hip on the console and crossed his arms, grinning.

She grinned back at him, eyes intent, lazily scratching a figure eight into the Tardis floor with one slow fingernail. She waggled her hips. “Just the way we like them,” she said throatily.

The Doctor stood up very straight.
Different Methods
River and the Doctor have different ways of doing things. But somehow they always work best together.

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


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How does River Song feel about her husband being many different men? Yet all one man?


She never knew which Doctor she was going to get. Sometimes he was gray haired and cranky, sometimes he was young with a pretty mouth, sometimes he was short and sexy, but all of them, each and every one, were her Sweetie.

In every incarnation, he had a spine of steel, and a soul of marshmallow. Oh, sometimes he hid it better than others. Sometimes he was more daft, or more serious.

But under it all, was always that man who would look at her with such wondering eyes. Not just wondering who she was (although that was fun.) But that gentle, loving wonder that asked how he’d gotten so lucky.

What woman could resist that? In a very large number of respects she was very different to him. He may have been a marshmallow with a spine of steel, but she was steel all the way through.

But have him look at her with those eyes, and she turned into a marshmallow.

And all she wanted was S’more.
Marshmallows and Steel
How does River Song feel about her husband being many different men? Yet all one man?

Doctor Who, 11th Doctor, 12th Doctor, 8th Doctor, River Song, Romance, Humor, Fluff, PG

This is sort of in honor of River finally getting to meet more Doctors, including 12 on TV, and 8 in the audios.

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River had never seen this face before. But as usual, the Doctor's timing was lousy.


She knew those eyes.

They were in the wrong face, and the eyes themselves were shaped differently, but she knew that expression.

“Hello Sweetie.”

She reeled. He wasn’t supposed to be here! He was supposed to be safely away, she’d even stolen the Tardis....

Oh God. He’d caught her. He’d been watching while she....

Quick, quick, cover up, distract him.

“You are so doing those roots.”
Hello Sweetie
She'd never seen this face before. But as usual, his timing was lousy.

Doctor Who, 12th Doctor, River Song, Romance, Humor, Fluff, PG

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The Doctor has always been a bit musical, but never like this.


“Can they see each other?” Clara muttered to River out of the side of her hand. She was wincing and hiding her face with her other hand.

“No,” River said, grinning. “The Tardis is separating the timelines.”

The Doctor was rocking out, playing “Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree” on his guitar, and his recorder, and his spoons. In three different incarnations.

They must be able to hear each other, since they were working in harmony. Seven blurring rapid fire percussion with his spoons. Two dancing a jig as he tweedled the melody around the main line. And 12 jamming in full out rocker mode, guitar screaming.

All of them dancing around the Tardis Christmas tree, separated in bands of different qualities of light, as the light in their various Tardises differed in each time zone.

“So,” Clara said, peering awfully over her hand. “He’s always been this dorky?”

River grinned down at her, totally delighted with her husbands’ antics. “And we’re just the only ones privileged enough to see him all,” she said wryly. But loving it.

The sound system screamed with synthesizer squeal and started adding its own electronica contribution to the jam.

River laughed out loud, all three Doctors upped their antics, whirling and twisting to the beat.

River and Clara covered their ears. “And Sexy too!” River yelled.
Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree
The Doctor has always been a bit musical, but never like this.

Doctor Who, 12th Doctor, 7th Doctor, 2nd Doctor, Clara Oswald, River Song, Christmas, Romance, Humor, Fluff, Rated -G

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The Doctor's always known River is seductive, but he's never seen her like this...

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They were in a 1940's Big Band nightclub.

The Doctor, Amy, and Rory pulled out chairs and claimed a table below the stage, beside the huge dance floor.

The adventure was over, they'd foiled the alien's attempt to introduce a violence-inducing hormone into the alcohol supply, and sent the aliens off, literally, with their tails between their legs.

They'd decided they deserved a night out. Amy and Rory had dressed for the Forties, Amy in a military cut dress, curled bangs, and bright red lipstick, Rory in a WWII Army officer's uniform that he said he'd earned.

The Doctor had opted to wear his tux. They all sat down, Rory gave their drinks order to a waitress, and they turned their attention to the band that was warming up on the high stage.

The air was redolent of cigarette smoke and perfume, the crowd loud and cheerful with discussion as everyone waited for the music to begin.

The Doctor's eye fell on the fourth chair at their table. "Where's River?" he asked.

Amy shrugged and sipped her drink. "Don't know, she said she'd meet us here."

Trumpets struck a chord, the piano tinkled, and everyone quieted down as the music began.

A smoky voice floated out from the wings. "How glad the many millions of Toms and Dicks and Williams would be, to capture me..." River Song sauntered onto stage, scintillating in a sleeveless red sequin dress. She seduced her way slowly across the stage, her eyes never leaving the Doctor. The warm, husky honey of her voice flowed out over the hushed crowd. "But you had such persistence you wore down my resistance, I fell, and it was swell...

"You're my big and brave and handsome Romeo," the servicemen in the audience hooted and whistled in approval. "How I won you I will never, never know..."

The Doctor's eyes locked on hers as she undulated across the stage, her hair aglow in the floodlights, her lips painted ruby red, crooning...

"It's not that you're attractive..." He felt Amy poking him in the shoulder and laughing, but he ignored her, his whole being focused on his wife as she slunk down the stairs from the stage, hips swaying with each step, beautiful shoulders rolling. He gulped. "But oh my heart grew active, when you came into view..."

She smiled, and his hearts pattered painfully, almost shattering their way out of his ribcage. His whole being yearned toward her, this beautiful woman, his wife...

"I've got a crush on you, Sweetie Pie..." Trumpets swelled. His eyes throbbed, his fingers twiddled and the room faded, everything but her.

"All the day and nighttime, hear me sigh...

"I never had the least notion

That I could fall with so much emotion..."

Her eyes smiled into his as she sang to him. His hearts fluttered as light as if they had wings, leaving him giddy.

"Could you coo..."

She continued down the stairs. The band wailing behind her.

"Could you care...

For a cunning Tardis we could share..."

She stepped down onto the dance floor, and leaned over him... red lips tantalizingly near... her curls blocking out the crowd, her beautiful blue and green eyes filling his whole universe...

"The world will pardon my mush..."

She turned sideways and slid into his lap, her hand stroked down his long jaw.

"Cause I've got a crush, my baby,...on...you..."

That last breathy drawn out word segued into a kiss...

And the crowd went wild.

I've Got A Crush on You
River's got a crush on the Doctor, 1940's Big Band style...

This story will make a lot more sense once you see it in context. Here are four videos that explain where the idea came from.

I recently reheard this song at a 1940's Big Band concert, and realized it would be perfect for the Doctor and River. Because River has always been a bit of a 1940's Femme Fatale, like Jessica Rabbit. And Alex Kingston can sing.


* If you don't know the song, you may have heard it, like I did the first time, on this episode of "Lois and Clark."

* You can hear a real 1940's Big Band version of it here, complete with brass and strings, which adds greatly to the song's seduction and sass - "Ella Fitzgerald sings "I've Got a Crush on You"

* And here's the ultimate 1940's femme fatale, Jessica Rabbit, singing in a nightclub.

* And for anyone who doesn't think River could sing, here's Alex Kingston's beautiful sexy voice singing "The Coventry Carol."


Now imagine River Song, with Alex Kingston's sexy voice, in best Jessica Rabbit mode, singing, "I've Got a Crush on You" to the Doctor.


You can see why this story got stuck in my head. 


Doctor Who, 11th Doctor, River Song, Romance, Humor, Fluff, PG-13

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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.)

All stories are works of fan fiction. Doctor Who belongs to the BBC. No infringement is intended.

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Mad42Sam Featured By Owner Oct 8, 2015   Digital Artist
Thank you for the fav :)
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LastLeafOH Featured By Owner Aug 5, 2015  Student General Artist
Thank you for the fav and the lovely comment!
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LeafyLeafeon11 Featured By Owner Apr 21, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Do you take requests?
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Betawhofic Featured By Owner Apr 21, 2015
Sometimes, although I only do canon pairings and I don't write other people's OCs.

It depends on whether the idea sparks an idea for a story.
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LeafyLeafeon11 Featured By Owner Apr 21, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Well, in silence in the library where the doctor meets river, she tells him about when she met him before they were there. She said they went to see the swaying hills/towers and she said that he cried, and wouldn't tell her why.
Maybe you could do a short story of that :3
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Thank You For The Fav! :D
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Anouk-Jill Featured By Owner Sep 26, 2014  Student General Artist
thank you so much for the fav!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Hug :happybounce: 
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Thanks for joining :icontorchwho:
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TheFemaleDoctor1073 Featured By Owner Aug 31, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Hello, how are you? :)
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Thank you for the favourite!
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