Author's Note: Hello! This story takes place sometime after The Snowmen when Oswin is The Doctor's companion. After their kiss, I thought it would be fitting that River met her and set things straight. I took a few liberties with where River and The Doctor are in their respective timestreams to make the story work. This is my first Doctor Who story (I don't own anything) so reviews are greatly appreciated.

She had terrified him and the girl. But to be fair, seeing him with someone new always made him uneasy, but this girl. This girl she didn't even know. It would be enough to make anyone fly off the handle.

She didn't know which she hated more: the way she looked at him or the fact that she didn't know her.

This girl, this Oswin, didn't know River and River didn't know her. In any sense of the world. This meant that not only had he not told her he was married, he hadn't told her she existed. And most importantly, they had not met yet.

She was entering a period of his life that she knew nothing about. He was older than she had ever seen him. And that was terrifying. She hadn't met this girl, would she ever again? How long until she wouldn't see him anymore? Couldn't see him.

This was completely new to her. She'd seen him with her mother and her father. She had even seen him with Donna but none of them threatened her like this girl.

Hours ago she had walked right into the Tardis to find her wrapped around The Doctor, Her Doctor.

Obviously she had done what any possessive wife would do and pried the little sprite off of her husband, discharged her weapon and pinned her to the Tardis console. The new Tardis console. Another thing that was different.

This had made him fly off the handle in a truly adorable way. He flailed his arms around, shouting "River! Don't shoot! She's one of ours!"

After banishing this Oswin to her room he sat River down.

"River! What on earth were you doing?" he ran his hands through his hair, giving her that look that told her he had no idea what to do with her.

"Trust me, sweetie, this was not the homecoming I had imagined," she took out her diary, intending to write a furious entry.

"River, I-"

"Have we done Manhattan yet?" she tried to mask the emotion in her voice. As if this wasn't enough. She definitely didn't want to think about Manhattan.

"Yes," he said quietly, avoiding her eyes.

River flipped the pages in her diary but his hands closed around hers.

"River,"

She kept her eyes on the diary.

"Yes?" she asked.

"Are you alright?" he asked softly.

Never let him see the damage. She remembered her own advice to Amy and was determined to say yes. But then she looked into his eyes and saw how open he was with her. How honest. He wasn't smiling mysteriously like he was planning something ridiculous? He wasn't challenging her? He just wanted to know if she was okay.

"No," she answered honestly, blinking back tears.

He stood up and pulled her into a hug. He held her gently for who knows how long, murmuring into her hair and gently kissing the top of your head.

"I missed you," he told her.

"Don't go getting all sentimental on me," River demanded, but he could hear the smile in her voice "I suppose I missed you too."