"Somebody needs to call for a doctor," Rose said.
"We ain't got one," said a voice from the back of the crowd. "Even Doc's out of town."
"He's a doctor." Wyatt said, nodding at the Doctor as he and Reggie cut the shirt off Virgil's back.
"He's not..."
"It's okay, Rose," the Doctor said in that deep, intense voice he got when things were bad. He shrugged out of his jacket and handed it to her, snagging the sonic screwdriver from a pocket on the way.
He leaned over the injured man. Reggie was already wiping the blood from Virgil's back with the bar towels, Rose could see the bullethole, low on the man's back, still sluggishly pumping blood
She's My Anchor and My Sail by Betawhofic, literature
Literature
She's My Anchor and My Sail
(Doctor/River)
She's my anchor and my sail.
He didn't react to women like this. It was a Time Lord thing. They didn't let you out in the universe without certain precautions, and frankly, there were always so many other interesting things to think about.
But River was different.
There was an understatement. It wasn't that she was conceived in the Vortex. Although that was part of it, she had the same energy running through her as ran through him. The same connection to the Tardis. The same timey-wimey nature.
And that was grand. But it wasn't what was important. Loads of Time Ladies had had that, and he hadn't reacted to them like he did
Good Things Come to He Who Waits by Betawhofic, literature
Literature
Good Things Come to He Who Waits
The Doctor emerged from the depths of River’s kiss with a deep, shuddering breath. He opened his eyes and blinked at her, his eyes so dilated he could barely see.
She smiled up at him, flushed, glowing. His wife. His hearts flipped over in his chest.
“Hello, Sweetie.” her voice was warm and throaty. His hearts started going pitty-pat.
Her arms were wrapped around him, firm but gentle. She laid her head on his shoulder. He felt the warmth of her, the trust of her, and his whole body stiffened with terror and yet flowed like honey. He slid his arms around her.
Sometimes the hugest, most important thing in the world, could
River loved dancing with the Doctor.
Okay, the Doctor was a total embarrassment when he fast danced. But his total abandon urged her on to her own goofy moves, and always brought a light of appreciation to his eyes. He said she moved like a hunter, like a big sleek cat, even when she was doing the funky chicken. He moved like a giraffe. She had a fondness for giraffes.
But she'd be a fool to say she didn't enjoy it. Fast dancing with him was just so fun!
But slow dancing. Oh, she loved to slow dance with the Doctor. To have an excuse to cuddle close in his arms, her head on his shoulder, his cheek against her hair. Swaying slowly to the mu
Sometimes the Doctor gets lonely for his wife...
The Doctor stood outside the bars of River’s cell and watched her.
She had her back to him. She closed the book she was reading and slipped it back on her sparse shelf. She had only a small selection of ancient leatherbound books, and a couple of e-readers. He was surprised they allowed her electronics in Stormcage. But then again, knowing her, the books could be equally as dangerous. He grinned.
She turned, looking as elegant and comfortable in her stained prison garb as when she was wearing any of her elaborate gowns. “Hello, Sweetie. Is it visiting hours already?”
He sm
What was Amy thinking the first time she met River Song?
She was a beautiful woman, and she had the Doctor’s number.
Amy watched as they argued and grinned to herself. Oh yeah, she got under his skin all right.
She was smart, she was sassy, she had class, and yet, she was also walking around the Tardis barefoot as if it was natural. She’d hung her shoes on the monitor with no more concern than some women hang their frilies in the bathroom.
She was winding the Doctor up so tight Amy wouldn’t be surprised if he popped like a spring.
But he couldn’t stop watching her.
It was fascinating. His eyes tracked her, his ea
He was so tired. Even Time Lords can't go on forever. And there was River, in his bed.
The Doctor plodded down the Tardis corridor. He was so tired.
He didn't usually get tired. Not like this. But even Time Lords can't go on forever. His eyes blinked and his feet dragged. He was too exhausted even to yawn.
He pushed open his bedroom door and stopped in the doorway. River was curled up in his bed, asleep.
He didn't know how she got in. Maybe she waited until he left and stowed away. Or maybe she'd found some way to materialize inside with her vortex manipulator, although that should have been impossible.
Right at the moment he didn't care
"Go ahead. Snog him. You know you want to," Amy urged.
"Mother dear," River said, "I do not snog on command."
"Oh, come on!" Amy said bumping her shoulder with a grin. "When you were Mels..."
"When I was Mels," River said with dignity, "we were both adolescents. I've matured since then." River gave her a repressive look over her shoulder, high on her high horse. Amy just grinned.
They'd just come off an adventure. Another world saved. Another alien invasion thwarted. Another planet of green swampy people free to live their lives in peace.
They were all back in the Tardis, and all still covered in drying swamp mud. The Doctor was grinning
The Doctor isn't a dirty old man. But it was his anniversary, and he was old, and it was muddy, and, well, things just sort of developed.
River shrieked. “Doctor!”
He tackled her around the waist. They fell tumbling down the hill, his arms tight around her. They ended in a huge mud puddle at the bottom.
She sat up and flicked the mud off her hands. “What did you do that for?”
“There was a Cendisian Ruby Snake about to bite you, didn’t you see it?” he demanded. His face was stark white under the mud, his quiff bobbing down from the weight of mud on the tip.
It started raining.
“Oh, great!&r
River is out to seduce the Doctor. But sometimes a girl needs a little help with her marriage. Fortunately, River's dad is awesome.
River was sitting in the library, reading a book, her thin summer dress draped down over a bare shoulder, exposing lots of creamy skin. Her hair was artlessly tousled, her lips lightly pursed, pink, and free of lipstick.
She was lounging casually, draped seductively over the chaise lounge. The very image of a seduceable female.
She heard a sound in the doorway and looked up, eyes sleepy and welcoming.
"Oh. Hi, Dad." She shrugged her shoulders, and her neckline resettled at a more demure angle.
Rory grinned a