Different MethodsRiver and the Doctor have different ways of doing things. But somehow they always work best together.Different Methods by Betawhofic
River ran into the corridor, slammed the blast door, and grabbed his hand.
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.
Marshmallows and SteelHow does River Song feel about her husband being many different men? Yet all one man?Marshmallows and Steel by Betawhofic
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.
Hello SweetieRiver had never seen this face before. But as usual, the Doctor's timing was lousy.Hello Sweetie by Betawhofic
She knew those eyes.
They were in the wrong face, and the eyes themselves were shaped differently, but she knew that expression.
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.”
Rockin' Around the Christmas TreeThe Doctor has always been a bit musical, but never like this.Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree by Betawhofic
“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
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.