Family Profession
The Doctor stumbled as he opened the doors of the Tardis and his eyes racing after the flash of white that had so rudely knocked him aside, his feet instantly following the mysterious figure.
Unable to quench his delight in the face of his intruder his expression was transformed from curious and disgruntled by a beatific smile at the sight off her. "You look nice," He started as she stared unwavering at him in stony silence, "I like the hat/scarf thingy."
River threw him a dirty look as she pulled a dozen or so pins loose, "You had better aim your compliments elsewhere and fast, you left me out in the middle of WW1." River gave the white head piece an experiential tug and it slid free and her voluminous hair sprung joyously out of its constraints.
"Don't be silly I dropped you off in the Ponds garden." He said trying not to stare so obviously at the strange twist of blood at her hip on her otherwise pristine apron.
"No, Doctor. You left me in 'a' garden." She gave him another hard look and shook her head at him in a manner that broke no arguments as to who would be driving in the future.
"Sorry?" He cringed and ducked his head as though expecting to be clouted.
River soothed the hair at the nape of his neck, "I was not made to be a Nurse," she sighed, ignoring the blood still drying under her nails.
"Well, I must say you fill out the uniform beautifully," he replied in a gravelly voice, his long fingers lightly caressing her wrist under the coarse grey material of her dress, "Like Father, like Daughter."
River froze, "I beg your pardon?"
"Not like that. I didn't mean... Rory; your father," the Doctor chocked as the poorly constructed sentence tangled itself around his tongue. He breathed deeply, hands running urgently through his hair as his eyes darted round the room searching for inspiration. "I mean you, you're a Nurse and Rory's a Nurse."
"Well, that wasn't awkward at all." She patted his shoulder consolingly and pressed her apron into his hands, "You'll need to wash this." River unbuttoned the front of her grey dress and shrugged it off her shoulders revealing a dark strapless bra that had no place in the 1914's. She pushed it off her hips and threw the dress at him.
"I'll just-" The Doctor's eyes trailed up her stockinged legs.
She keyed in some co-ordinates and shifted the Tardis back through time by two weeks. Pulling the screen round so the Doctor could see the image of a Nurse's uniform hanging on a line above a campfire, she tapped it. "I'm going take a well earned shower, while another version of me steals that uniform. You need to replace it with this."
"Why?" The Doctor frowned down at the pile of dirty clothes in his arms.
"Because otherwise you'll be getting a sweet young girl in an awful lot of trouble and I know how you can't stand to see a pretty girl cry," she said waving him off as she sauntered up the stair. "Oh, and there's the small case of a paradox and all hell to pay if you don't make sure past me has a decent bed for the night," she flung over her bare shoulder before she disappeared around the corner.