I don't own Doctor who. If I did, this would be a mini episode. Please. Make this a mini episode, if you're reading this Moffat. Pretty please...
Oh, and I'm trying to make this funny and cute, but knowing me and how I write, it might turn bad for the Doctor. Let's hope I can write fluff! And I know that I should be working on either From Bad to Worse or Sixteen Years, but I just had to do this.
"River!" The Doctor called after the blonde as she walked away angrily, her curls bouncing in time with her footsteps. He said something, he didn't know what, and she huffed away from the shore of the lake he had brought her to.
He thought it would be a good idea to bring her here, have a nice little picnic. Everything was going well, they sat down, ate their sandwiches as they talked and it was all fine.
Halfway through his sandwich, which was turkey on rye, not his favorite but oh, well, a otter came up to them.
They were ancestors of common earth river otters and looked like them, but these otters were easily the size of a dog, probably around the same as a lab, but they were otters, just big.
Anyway, the otter came up to them, slowly at first, behind the two. As River and the Doctor talked, it slipped between them and snatched the Doctor's sandwich from his hands, before scampering off again.
He looked sadly at his now empty hands and River laughed at his misfortune. After that, they talked a little more as they watched the giant otters fight over his sandwich, which brought them to their fight.
They both said a few disagreeable words to each other when River started to walk away.
"River, please, I'm sorry!" He said as he navigated the ground, trying not to trip over roots and rocks as the Doctor followed River back to the TARDIS.
River muttered something as they neared the TARDIS, something not nice at all. She was really angry, the Doctor concluded as he followed her, trying to hear what she said.
And of course, with his concentration focused on River and no longer where he was placing his feet. His toes caught under a root and he fell forward, his ankle twisting as he fell right on his nose, breaking it.
"OW!" He yelled as he righted himself, dislodging his foot from the root tenderly, discovering that he had probably twisted it. All he knew right now was that it hurt. A lot. "River?" He whimpered.
But she didn't reply. He looked up to see the TARDIS dematerialize, leaving him with a bleeding nose and twisted ankle in the mud.
Day One
He waited the for River, limping over to a nearby log and sitting, hands in his lap. The planet he took River to was very similar to Earth, plus some giant otters, and the hours were the same. Nighttime fell and River was still gone, TARDIS still wherever and the Doctor still covered in mud.
It was getting cold.
Day Three
The Doctor was still waiting for River, his clothes not only muddy now, but completely soaked. It rained earlier, poured really, and everything felt like fifty pounds heavier. The wind had also picked up, so he was shivering like mad. The Doctor pulled off his tweed jacket, rung it out as best as he could, and hung it on a nearby limb to dry. His shirt and trousers were just as wet, so those had to go too.
Day Four
It rained again last night and his clothes were still soaked. The Doctor sat on his log, completely naked, save for his socks, covering himself as he waited for River.
Day Six
It keeps on raining, every night. The Doctor was starting to get hungry. Thankfully with all the rain, he had something to drink.
Day Eight
The Doctor left his log, positive that if River were to finally come to her senses and return, he'd hear the TARDIS. He wandered around the forested area and back to the lake, looking for anything to eat. He saw the giant otters and approached them slowly, hoping they'd have some food... Hm... Fish fingers and custard... Not that they would have fish fingers and custard. Still he could hope.
But they all scattered as he came close, so he sat on a rock and watched.
Day Eleven
It seemed as the otters were slowly accepting him as one of their own.
One of them, the one who stole his sandwich, came close, putting a half-eaten fish down at the Doctor's feet and scampering away.
The Doctor wasn't sure he was that hungry yet.