Betawhofic

There was just something about River's hair. The Doctor couldn't resist... He was in bliss. This was one of his all time favorite things. River was laying down. She had her eyes closed. He had his hands in her hair. Her wet, soapy hair. Happy happy hands. He gently massaged her scalp. Her curls captured and slid over his hands like friendly baby octopuses. Slippery and soft and fun and bubbly… This was the best thing ever!

Sometimes you have to use what you've got. The child lay on the edge of a precipice, eight feet below the cliff they stood on. “We need rope!” Yaz yelled, turning to run into the Tardis. A chunk of ledge broke away under the four-year-old, leaving his arm dangling over the abyss. His head came dangerously close to falling over, taking him with it. “There’s no time.” The Doctor shrugged off her coat and threw it aside. “Graham, grab the Tardis... Yaz grab Graham… Ryan grab Yaz and me.” “Wha..?” “I’m going down.” At those steely words the Companions snapped into

Mothers and daughters have a lot in common, but their talks don't always go as expected. Especially if they're Amy and River. Amy pushed her heels into the sand. River bounced up and plopped down next to her, corkscrew hair lank and stringy with seawater. River shook her head and wrung out her hair. "What's wrong?" Amy looked at her. This glorious golden woman, older than she was, yet still her child. "I wish we'd been able to find you as a baby." River smiled wryly. "That wasn't possible. It would have changed too many timelines. Mine, yours, Rory's, the Doctor's, not to mention Kovarian, the Church, and timelines you don't even know ab

Sometimes even the Doctor has a slow day... Orange light glowed in the vast Tardis space. The Doctor was sitting on the lower steps, tossing his sonic screwdriver. Flipping it up and catching it. Flipping it up and catching it. Turning it over and looking at it. The door opened and River sauntered in. She stopped and stared. He didn't look up. And she knew he wasn't expecting her. She shut the door. He sat hunched over and tossed his screwdriver from hand to hand. Not looking at her. She walked over and sat beside him. "What are you doing, Sweetie?" He looked up, he didn't look sad, or angry, or anything really. "Nothing." Her eyebrow

Something about River made the Doctor feel very husbandly... He brushed his hand down her curly hair, fingertips slipping through the ends of the soft coils. River was leaning against him, completely unconscious. Heavy and breathing softly, limp as a bag of sand. She’d saved his life again. He’d stopped counting by now how many times she’d saved his bacon, took the hits meant for him, or simply jerked him out of the line of fire. This time it was anesthazene gas. She’d gotten a face full of it. But not before shooting the grenade in the alien’s hand. Vaporizing him on the spot. Fortunately, he’d been t

Bill Potts walks in on the 12th Doctor doing something very strange to Nardole's neck... "Sit still, Nardole," the Doctor groused. "It tickles!" The Doctor grabbed his head and turned it forward. "If you keep hunching up your shoulders like that, I'm going to have to take your head off to fix it," the Doctor warned. "Can't you just disconnect the nerve endings until you're done?" his majordomo asked, pitifully. "No." The Doctor scowled and pried the flat headed screwdriver down into the seam at the back of his neck. "Seriously, how did you manage to bend the seating clamps?" The Doctor pried at a band of metal underneath the artificial

Donna is trying to learn to fly the Tardis. But she just can't get the hang of it. Donna stood in front of the Tardis console. Orangey-green light washed over her. Above her the Tardis time rotor was pumping. She pulled a lever and slid a slider sideways. "Now that one," the Doctor prompted, when she faltered. She reached over and twisted the glass paperweight. She stared down at the moldy looking mushroom panel, studying the mess of keyboards, knickknacks, and controls all soldered together haphazardly. Ratty looking coral columns soared behind her. A tatty sofa chair was taped together with duct tape. She was surprised the place didn't

Despite his boyish exterior, the Doctor was not a boy. Most people refused to see below the surface... He wasn't a boy. That's what most people couldn't see. He was adorable. With that little boy mouth, and those innocent eyes. His twirly joy in fezzes and bowties and fascination with new experiences and enthusiasm with which he'd grab a companion's hand and drag them off to show them something exciting. But he wasn't a boy. River had seen him in all different moods. And she'd seen him when companions and other people weren't around. It was true, he did have boundless enthusiasm for the universe. For everything, no matter how big or smal

He was adorable when he was grumpy. River sat with her chin in her hand and watched as the Doctor wandered around looking for his shoes, grumbling under his breath. They’d taken a house for their 24 year long night on Darillium. It was novel for both of them to actually live together. She was finding it was full of unexpected pleasures. He turned and scowled at her. “Where are they?” She lifted an eyebrow. He stalked over in his gray wool socks and glowered down at her, hands on his hips. “What makes you think I have anything to do with it?” she asked. He leaned down right in her face and growled, “B

The Doctor and River are always getting locked up... He sifted his fingers through her silky curls, curving his long hands around the shape of her head as his fingertips tunneled through the fascinating whirls. He leaned close, his breath whispering in her ear. He could feel her breath hot against his chest. He felt a hard lump at the back of her head. "Ah hah! Got it!" He withdrew a hatpin, four inches long. He pulled back and grinned. He kissed her on the nose. "Clever girl." She rolled her eyes. "Don't be patronizing, Sweetie." He gave her a shocked look. "I wasn't!" He held up the pin. "This is brilliant." He grinned mischievously a