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The Doctor was older than humans could ever understand. What was that like for him, to have memories centuries away?

He was old.

Oh, he knew he didn’t look it. And he’d never exactly acted his age. But sometimes it was brought back to him.

He was old. He was so old that the haze of his memories tapered off in the distance. He couldn’t now remember all the things he’d done in his life. The places he’d been, the people he’d met.

Some things stood out. Saying goodbye to his granddaughter. That would always hurt, always be seared into his hearts.

The loss of Adric. Tegan fleeing him in horror. Donna.

But, he had to remind himself sometimes, there were good memories too.

The birth of his first child had been an amazement. He knew he’d made a complete cake of himself, very un-Time-Lordy, but he didn’t care. It was a miracle! A small miracle that smiled up at him with his eyes and kicked with little feet.  

His children, his grandchildren, his wife. Sometimes he couldn’t exactly remember their faces anymore, but he remembered them. All the aggravating and funny things about them.

Leaving home. And that moment when he realized he’d found a new home out wandering the stars. A life he could never have had if he’d stayed behind and played by all his homeworld’s rules.

His heart swelled at that memory. It hadn’t happened all at once. He’d been terrified at first, out, alone, responsible for his granddaughter, prey to every  misunderstood circumstance or unexpected danger.

But, eventually, it stopped being a terror and started being a wonder.

He was a wanderer. He knew that. It was a very strange thing for a Gallifreyan to be. They hadn’t understood him at home. They, with their traditions and rules and safe, if stultifying, way of life. It hadn’t been for him. He’d tried. But he’d never fit in, never followed the mould.

They didn’t know what to make of him. There were others, others who preferred being outcast to following the rules. He’d met and made friends with some of them at school, personalities inevitably drifting together due to common outlooks.

But those others tended to go rogue. He’d been labeled a rogue himself, for lack of any other category they could fit him in.

Granted, stealing a time capsule probably did not make him seem very law abiding. But there’d been no other choice by that time.

He’d meant to take it back. Eventually.

He grinned. His TARDIS. As much of a rogue as himself, to think, she thought she had stolen him. He grinned.  

Fair is fair he supposed. It was good that she’d always been there on his adventures, she could remember them, even when they’d fallen into that long tunnel of increasingly hazy memory for him.  She could remember his past, even remember his future (which was entirely unfair if you asked him.)

But nothing was lost, nothing was wasted. The memories were all there,  swimming in the sea of his mind, he could catch them when something happened to remind him of them.

But to look back now, down that long tunnel of centuries, things grew together into a mist, maybe that’s why he focused on today.

“Today” was good. “Today” was not filled with lost friends or lost opportunities. “Today” was not filled with centuries of failures, or thousands of moments of fear or doubt or all the little moments that had piled up to make up his life to now.

“Today” was good. “Tomorrow” had its own problems. And eventually they would both become “Yesterday” and eventually fade into the distance down that long tunnel of his life. Still there, but softened, like velvet, with distance and familiarity.

He bounced up and looked at the door. Today was good. And it was right out there outside that door.

He had a wife to flirt with, friends to tease, mysteries to solve, amazing places to visit.

All too soon they would become the past too.

Today was the time for today.

He set some coordinates and pulled the lever.

He may be old, but this day was new.

What would it bring?

He Was Old
The Doctor was older than humans could ever understand. What was that like for him, to have memories centuries away?


Doctor Who, 11th Doctor, Character Study, Introspection, Hurt/Comfort, Humor, Fluff, PG

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Sometimes River met the Doctor out of order, she had to be careful at those times, their timelines were fragile, anything could disrupt them.

But sometimes he was hard to resist...



He was so cute!

River grinned to herself. He was so adorable at this age. Young, grouchy, full of his own importance, impatient, and accompanied by her equally young and befuddled mother.

River skipped a step on the stony beach, then smoothed herself down and strode elegantly, she turned seductively, "Can you sonic me?"

She didn't smile, but she gave him a little bobbing curtsey when he resentfully soniced her computer.

It was too fun to ruffle his feathers at this stage. Oh, being stuck with Stormcage and having to deal with the Church, while he was all unaware was a pain.

It was a bit unnerving in a way, she felt like she didn't have her usual backup in him, although she knew older him would arrive instantly if she sent out a call for help. He was nice like that.

But it was fun to get younger him. He pouted adorably. He had all that hair. She just wanted to smooch him on his little boy lips, but at the same time she couldn't resist needling him.

But, she gritted her teeth, she had to be careful, she didn't have as tight a rein on this Bishop as she'd like, and she couldn't be sure he wouldn't give away too many spoilers. At this point in her relationship with the Doctor it could be disastrous.

"What? Are you two engaged or something?" the Doctor asked, young and floppy haired and suspicious.

She kept her mouth shut, how do you tell your husband you're engaged to another man?

On the other hand... She grinned inside as the Doctor followed close on her heels, practically breathing down her neck. The fact that it was apparently making him jealous was delicious. What girl could resist a proprietary, jealous, young, cute, sweet, hubby?

"How can you be engaged, 'in a manner of speaking?'" he asked, invading her space, the way he did when he was feeling possessive. She loved it, every nerve in her body sparkled with attraction. She felt herself lifting up on her toes.

"Sucker for a man in uniform," she tossed off.

Octavian turned, her face fell. No, not now, don't...

"I released her from the Stormcage Containment Facility four days ago and I am legally responsible for her until she's accomplished her mission and earned her pardon."

River glared. The Doctor wasn't supposed to know about Stormcage yet. How could the stupid man just screw up her timelines like that? She was going to have to...

The Doctor leaned close and whispered sexily in her ear, "You were in Stormcage?"

Everything in her stilled. He wasn't shocked, he was, turned on...?

Her hearts started thumping, joy seared through her veins. Of course it would turn him on, daft man, he was a criminal too, on the run, in a stolen Tardis, with thousands of prices on his head and untold jailbreaks in his past.

And this made her a mystery, and he could never resist a mystery.

She felt that tingling starting again, the pit of her stomach squirmed in delight, her husband breathed warmly in her ear, standing too close...

Maybe she wouldn't have to kill Octavian after all...
When He Was Young
Sometimes River met the Doctor out of order, she had to be careful at those times, their timelines were fragile, anything could disrupt them.

But sometimes he was hard to resist...



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

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The Doctor has appeared at Amy's wedding. Her imaginary friend is real, and her parents realize they owe her an apology...


Balloons and flowers and wine glasses, loud music played, a breeze wafted in through the tall windows. Augustus and Tabitha Pond pulled their daughter privately to the side of the wedding reception, contrite looks on their faces.

"Amelia, I'm so sorry," her chubby father said, he grasped her hands tightly, looking up at her mournfully. "All those years..."

"All those psychiatrists we sent you to," her mother said, a harrowed look in her eye.

"I did tell you," Amy pointed out. But she was too happy today to bear her parents a grudge. She had her parents back! They didn't know that, but she did, she'd forgive them anything, just for existing.

Her father's eyes flickered over her shoulder at a particularly raucous round of laughter from the party behind them. There was an "Oops!" and the sound of a champagne glass breaking. "Sorry!"

Tabitha looked beyond her shoulder. "He's younger than I envisioned, not as square jawed..." she looked at her daughter speculatively.

Her father's eyes came back to her, a bit wide, a bit stricken. "But, he's really real, your Raggedy Man. The blue box. All your paintings and drawings. I've talked to him. I've touched him. I could never have imagined..."

The Doctor poked his head in, "I'm beyond most people's imagination." He grinned around at them.

"Amy, Rory's looking a bit lonely." He nodded past her familiarly to where Rory was watching them from across the room.

"The rest of you, come on! There's dancing!" He raised his arms over his head and boogied off.
All Those Psychiatrists
The Doctor has appeared at Amy's wedding. Her imaginary friend is real, and her parents realize they owe her an apology...

Doctor Who, 11th Doctor, Amy Pond, Augustus Pond, Tabitha Pond, Family, Hurt/Comfort, Humor, Fluff, PG

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Sometimes a lady just needs a hug. It's a bit disturbing when it's River...


She was the pushiest woman. But sometimes the only way she pushed, was into his arms.

The Doctor stood with his arms full of River Song, her arms tight around his waist, her face snugged in his neck.

He let his arms wrap around her. Truly, that was one of their favorite places to be.

“Is something wrong?” he asked. As pushy and straightforward and full of innuendo as River could be, she didn’t normally just shove herself into his arms and hang on. She tended to entice him. She loved the chase, but she preferred to be the pursued.

He grinned deep in his mind, because, in all honesty, he loved chasing her, not that he’d ever tell her that.

But to have her just arrive and push herself into his arms, without so much as a “Hello, Sweetie,” or a snide remark, that was a bit troubling.

She mumbled something he didn’t hear and nuzzled her face deeper into his neck. He could feel her hot lips forming words, but couldn’t make them out. He was a bit distracted, all those warm wiggling curves had that effect on him.

He tightened his arms, if she needed reassurance (perish the thought, god knows what would cause that in River) or if she just needed someone to hold onto, he was there for her. He entirely wanted to be that person to her, her port in a storm. Heaven knew, she was his.

He nuzzled his nose in her tickling curls. “Are you okay?” he whispered, his hot breath ruffling on the top of her head.

She had arrived in her battle dress, but without guns blazing, so the situation could be anything. No elegant dress, so it wasn’t a hoity toi thing, no smoke and laser bombs, so it wasn’t Sontarans...

“I needed my Pookie Bear.”

His eyes almost bugged out at that clearly heard mumble.

He considered fighting his way free of her arms at that awful nickname.

He underwent a titanic struggle within himself. He was not a Pookie Bear. That was horrid. He’d prefer almost any other designation. He was not someone’s cuddle toy. He was a Time Lord! He walked in eternity! He was a destroyer and saver of worlds!

His muscles tightened in rejection and he grabbed her arms, ready to push her back.

She sighed, and rested forward, all those soft curves leaning so trustingly against him, she tilted her head down and tucked her forehead against his throat.

“Life sucks,” she complained softly, almost inaudibley, in that cultured husky voice of hers, her breath warm on his chest.

He could almost feel that full lower lip poofed out.

He relaxed. Life wasn’t fair, and River knew that more than most, but she so rarely complained. She usually just blew stuff up.

He slipped his arms back around her and snugged her in, she made a happy, sexy little noise.

Okay, he was impressive, and a legend. But then, so was she.

He supposed he could be her Pookie Bear.
Sometimes She's Pushy
Sometimes a lady just needs a hug. It's a bit disturbing when it's River...

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

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The Doctor and River play some Quidditch.


The Doctor reached. He stretched out his arm as long as he could and wiggled his fingers. He almost had it!

Suddenly his weight shifted and he rotated 180 degrees vertically. He found himself hanging underneath his broomstick, the landscape flashing by. The golden snitch flew around him in a mockingly whirr, practically laughing.

He swiped at it, setting himself to swinging. He hastily grabbed his flying broomstick with both hands as he zoomed over the Quidditch pitch.

“Heads up, Sweetie!” River yelled and smashed a bludger toward him with her beater’s bat.

“Hey!” He clamped himself close to his broomstick, dodging the bludger which flew under him, too close. “You’re on my team!” he pointed out hotly, his hair streaming in the wind, bowtie fluttering.

“No I’m not, honey, I’m a Gryffindor.”

“I’m a Gryffindor too!” he yelled.

“Nope,” she zoomed in on her broomstick, at his head level. “You’re a Ravenclaw.” She grinned at him and kissed his cheek.

His mouth dropped open, and he stared at her, upside down. “Who decided that?”

She shrugged elegantly, upright on her broom, and gave a superior smirk. “The Sorting Hat.”

He glared at her. The one hat she wouldn’t shoot. The thing practically had a crush on her. He remembered how it looked sitting on her head in the Great Hall. She’d looked the epitome of beautiful mature witch with her bumpy nose and witchy curls boiling out from under the hat.

They’d practically had to pry the hat off her, it had been clinging to her curls.

He did remember it looking awfully smug and besotted. He also remembered it pinching him. He was sure there was a pin in it somewhere.

River leaned casually sideways on her broom as a bludger flew by, ruffling her hair. She pointed at him with her bat. “You better get a leg up, Sweetie. Don’t you have a snitch to catch?”

Suddenly she flashed up directly in front of him, blocking him with her body and slamming the approaching bludger back in the direction it had come from. “Oh no you don't!” she yelled.

She swooped her broom down and away in a slick sweeping curve as she gave chase. The opposing beater gulped and sped away.

The Doctor watched his wife’s elegant flight, as always, delighted by her form. But she wasn’t exactly a team player.

Suddenly a small golden ball blurred up in front of him, silver wings buzzing, practically kissing his nose.

He grabbed at it. It chuckled and zipped away.

It had to be related to River.

He climbed back on his broomstick, an awkward proceedure, that made him bless whoever had come up with the spell to make them stay upright. A greased log spin he did not need at this height!

He peered around the pitch, the wind plastering his bow tie against his neck, his jacket flaring in the breeze. He’d slowed to a drift, fortunately, otherwise he’d have flown out of the pitch long ago.

He didn’t see the snitch anywhere. He pulled out the sonic and scanned.

“Cheating, Sweetie!” River yelled down to him as she flew by overhead. He ignored her.

There!

He caught sight of the golden glint and sped off.

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River landed beside him where he sprawled facedown on the pitch. He looked up with a mouthful of dirt and grass. The horn blared, indicating the end of the game.

Something wiggled under his stomach. He reached down and dug a hand under him.

He dragged out the hard little golden ball, it folded its wings and sat docilely in his hand.

“Gotcha!” he yelled triumphantly. He held it up for River to see.

The rest of the teams gathered around them in a flying circle.

She shook her head at him.

“Sweetie, you’re not supposed to tackle the snitch.”
Snitching
The Doctor and River play some Quidditch.

Doctor Who, Harry Potter, 11th Doctor, River Song, Quidditch, Romance, Humor, Fluff, 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.)

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

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Thank you for the fav and the lovely comment!
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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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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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