Set somewhere before Demons Run happened.
River felt looked over the crib. It was old and forgotten, she was surprised there wasn't any dust. The Doctor's name was written in Gallifreyian on the side.
No, not his name. Surely finding out his name couldn't be that simple. It took a few moments but she understood the words carved there. She traced her fingers around the carving, saying the Gallifreyian quietly under her breath. There was a beautifully complexity to the language and it sounded... musical for lack of a better world. It was like nothing else. The Doctor had teased her about her Earth accent but how long had it been since he had heard it spoken? How long since he had run on the red fields of Gallifrey?
He had been nine hundred something years old for a while now. She doubted the Doctor really knew his age anymore. Time travel must have made it difficult to keep track. And her sweetie wasn't the best with keeping track of time.
And he was a child once. Of course he was a child but he had never mentioned his parents to her. River wondered if he had even said good bye before he sealed them in the time lock. He hadn't had a choice, it was Gallifrey or all of time and space.
Almost subconsciously River ran her fingers over the crib, felt the soft wood beneath her fingers and peered inside the crib. She silently mourned for her Doctor, for a race that she had never known, for everything that had been lost in the Time War.
"River?" The voice spoke softly and she didn't have to turn around to know who it was.
"Ah, sweetie. I seem to have stumbled across your crib. The TARDIS keeps moving the swimming pool."
"Its by the kitchen now. Come on, I'll show you." She allowed him to guide her out of the room. She didn't look back at the crib as they left but it was not forgotten. Maybe there would be some new arrivals to it someday if their time lines ever synced up.