Vworp. Vworp.

The trees blew and the leaves scattered on the ground started to stir as a large blue box faded into sight. It sat there for a moment, while the world continued on around it. But no one would have seen the blue box - the madman that belonged to it would have made sure of that.

Suddenly, the door was thrown open. A man came out - dressed head-to-toe like some dandy from the Victorian Era in a light grey shirt, purple-grey waistcoat, purple coat, black slacks, and a matching purple bowtie. He made his way over to the middle of the crossroads, throwing supplies on the ground before going back over to his box. He went to go inside, but the door seemed to be locked.

The man huffed, before pounding heavily on the door. "Oi, open up!" he shouted.

The box made several groaning and humming sounds - almost as if she was reprimanding the man - before silence took over once more.

"I know you don't like the idea, Old Girl." the man said, leaning his head against the door. "But I can't take this anymore. I need her back. I can't… I can't live like this any longer."

It took another few seconds, but the TARDIS opened up her doors. "Thank you." he said softly, before heading back inside and retrieving the shovel.

It only took a few seconds for the last of the Time Lords to dig a hole deep enough, and then he picked up the box that he had thrown on the ground.

He then pulled the other things he would need out of his pockets- a plastic baggie of graveyard dirt, which was quickly dumped into the little tin box, and the leg bone of a black cat. He stopped for a moment to think about how much easier things were with trans-dimensional pockets, before shaking his head and trying to get himself back on track. The last thing to be added was the hardest to part with - even if it was only for a short amount of time.

The Doctor slowly pulled one last thing out of his inner jacket pocket - the beat-up leather wallet that he kept his psychic paper in. He opened it up, before pulling out the one picture that he kept with him at all times. He examined it for a moment, remembering all of the adventures had with the woman in the picture.

It was of two people, and one of them was him. The other was the woman who stole his hearts. In the picture, her curly hair was flying everywhere, and the shimmering evening gown that she wore made her look even more yowzah than usual. The Doctor smiled, pressing the picture to his lips softly one last time, before placing it in the box and closing the lid. Then he buried the box, and waited.

He stood up, looking around the crossroads for a moment before uttering muffled curses and stomping his foot.

"Now, now." an English-accented voice called out. "Is that any way to behave?"

The Time Lord spun around, mouth set in a hard line of grim determination as he stared at the man who was now leaning against his TARDIS. He couldn't make out the man because of the shadows surrounding him, but that didn't matter.

"I need to make a deal." he said grimly.

"Well if it isn't the ageless god himself. What can I do for you Doctor?" The man in the shadows asked.

"My wife, River…" he said slowly. "Can you bring her back?"

The man moved forward out of the shadows, but the Doctor was too busy studying the ground for him to notice.

"Please." he begged. "I need her, more than anything." That was when he looked up, and actually saw who he was talking to.

"Canton?" he asked, moving closer to the man.

"The name's Crowley." the King of the Crossroads said gruffly.

"Are you sure?" the Doctor asked. "Because you look an awful lot like Canton Everett Delaware III to me. But you can't be, because I met old Canton, and you're still young -"

"I'm a lot older than I look."

"Yeah, join the club mate." the Doctor chuckled. "Most of my family…" he cut himself off, with a wince of pain and longing so great that even the demon had a hard time stopping himself from comforting the ageless god in front of him.

But he managed to carry on. "My family was the same. My father-in-law was especially good at that." There was a moment of silence before he managed to continue talking.

"Can you do it?" he asked again.

"Perhaps." the demon replied, and the Doctor's head shot up. He practically shook with rage as he yelled.

"Just answer the question, Crowley!" he raged, practically throwing himself around as he paced a quick circle.

The king of demons studied the man in front of him more closely now. He had heard a lot about the Last of the Time Lords, of course - it came with the territory. But he had never seen him this frantic before, not about anything. Not after the Time War, not after he lost Rose Tyler… whoever this River Song was, she meant a lot to him.

"Of course." was his smooth reply. The other man looked so relieved and overjoyed for a moment, that he almost felt bad about what he was going to say next.

Almost.

"You have the standard ten-year deal, of course. Then I'll come to collect my prize." he felt his lips twitch upwards, and fought the smile for a second before just giving in. "A Time Lord's soul is a valuable commodity, after all."

The Doctor seemed to think about it for a few seconds, but Crowley could tell - his mind was already made up.

"I give you my word." he said, his voice low and gravelly. "Just - help me."

Crowley smirked, and made absolutely no effort to hide it this time. "I'm pretty sure the Winchesters have that on a t-shirt." he quipped, before moving closer to the Doctor.

The ancient being moved back a few steps, as though he was nervous about being in such close proximity to a demon. "What are you doing, Crowley?" he asked, and the demon smiled as the Time Lord adjusted his bow tie. This face of his had a certain… boyish charm to it, he would admit. Which would make what came next that much sweeter.

"Didn't you know?" he asked, attempting to sound innocent even as he continued to move forward. That got the Doctor to back up in turn, until he ran into the side of his TARDIS. "The deal has to be sealed with a kiss."

The other man looked nervous - although Crowley had a feeling that it had less to do with the thought of kissing another man, and more to do with what his wife might do if she found out.

"Alright, Crowley." the Doctor said shortly. Before he had a chance to say another word, the King of Hell had smashed his lips against his. There was, of course, the customary moment of flailing that occurred when anyone other than River kissed him - luckily he had managed to fix that over the years - but the kiss was over before he had a chance to stop.

"Right. Yes. That… happened." the Doctor said, still flailing a bit as Crowley wiped at his lips. "Now, where will she be, Crowley? Where will River wake up?"

The demon snapped his his fingers with a satisfied look on your face. "I don't know, mate." he said easily. "Best guess? Wherever she died."

The Doctor paled and muttered, "The Library." before rushing over to the TARDIS with the first real shred of hope that he had felt in centuries.

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River Song gasped as her eyes flew open and she breathed in her first real air in centuries.

A/N~ Thank you all so much for reading this! I'm thinking about turning this into a series involving River Song and the Doctor before and after he's demonized, but I'm really not sure… let me know what you think about the idea! The inspiration for this was from a gifset on tumblr by riveralwaysknew… she is completely amazing and deserves so much praise.