A/N: I decided to write what happens after River Song gets saved in the two parter where she is first introduced, and how he changed fate from her being 'saved' to being 'safe'

I doubt I'll make any smut in this one, it's another small sweet one like The Heart Of London. It's only written for my curiosity really, because I can't really imagine things as perfectly normally as I can after I write them. Jenny had to be the daughter because in the episode with Jenny, I absolutely loved her, so I thought I'd change the story around a little to suit the needs for this story. Sorry if it's annoying.

River Song; the daughter of the girl who waited, and the last Centurion. Wife of The Doctor, mother of his children. Her life was dependent on the man she was forced to kill, and then she went on an expedition. This expedition was the hardest adventure she had been on, even after the wars she had fought, the tears she had shed and the heartbreak she had felt, this was by far the worst.

Her name is Melody Pond, and a little while ago, she was saved.

"Come on, darling, it's time for bed" River was settling her daughter, Jenny, down for bed. Just after she had told her a story, Jenny went off to grab herself a glass of water. She guzzled it down and grinned at her mother, then hopped into the bed and reached for River's hand.

"Please, mummy, another story?" The seven-year-old girl begged, shaking River's hand up and down.

River looked into those little eyes of beauty, and suddenly felt herself nodding in surrender. "One more" Jenny beamed with happiness, pulling her mother to sit in the small cramped space of her single-sized bed. River wrapped an arm around her, letting her rest her small blonde-haired head on it; as uncomfortable as having a heavy head pressing on the muscle in her arm, Jenny seemed to fall asleep like this quicker than on the pillow, so River was saving herself time.

"One night––" "You have to start with once upon a time, mummy, or it won't be a fairytale!"

River sighed… Was it fairytale? It was every bit like one, only there wasn't exactly the ending you'd imagine. Usually, the princess got the man, and always had him… River had him, and now she didn't. Managing to avoid crying at the thought of no longer having that impossible man, she began her story again, and this time, she said it properly.

"Once upon a time, there was a young girl who dreamed of stars and space, time and life. Her name was Melody Pond. Melody Pond was a superhero, and one day, she met a man her best friend had introduced her to… She met the Doctor. He was a funny man, with hair that flopped in his face and eyes that looked bigger than anything, and he was wonderful. They went into a big blue box, and suddenly, Melody Pond was in a lot of trouble… They went to stop Hitler; Melody didn't get the chance to stop him, but she did get something better. She fell in love…" River was reliving each moment as if it was happening before her eyes, surrounding her, and then she was brought back because of a perturbing noise. Jenny was sleeping, not soundly at all. She was snoring, just like her father did all those years back.

With a kiss on the forehead, River left the room with her snoring daughter in it, and went to sit on the chair in her living room. She thought, and remembered, because remembering was life, or so that was how it was told. She remembered how his hair smelt, felt, looked and seemed. She remembered those eyes that would bore into her until she blushed a bright red, and she remembered how each pathetic comment made her love him more and more.

"Oh, Doctor" The sadness settled in, only slightly. It was like a breeze of chilliness, one that came every once in a while, just at night when she thought about going to bed and realized that he wasn't going to be there with her, holding her like she loved, kissing her to awaken her. How she wanted another adventure, just one more. She laughed at herself, she would never just want one more, she would have that one more and beg for more, plead and weep for more as the lonely nights became more horrible. She had Jenny though, and that made things easier. She was beautiful and wonderful as he was, and River could share all of her adventures with Jenny at story-time.

"River," She closed her eyes, and she could hear him mutter her name, sometimes angrily because she screwed something up, or teased him to the point he got a mental image that made him pay a little more attention to her.

There was a difficulty in thinking of him, even though she was happy as she was, there was the feeling she had after Jenny was born, a feeling of deep sorrow. She missed him more than anything, and each time she gazed into Jenny's eyes, she saw more than she led on, and the nights whistled away with her tears. But she kept going, riding the wave of impossibility, reliving her memories through the stories Jenny swallowed up, devouring with her imagination, believing the tale of Melody Pond and the Doctor to be nothing but that… A tale, a fairytale of magic, time, space and love… In a way, it was; River just couldn't come to accept that it was finished, the book closing with the last entry in her diary.

Without being able to stop making herself feel nostalgic, she got up and hopped into bed, wishing for a dream with the Doctor… Let her dream of him holding her, telling her off, loving her or laughing at her. She missed him, needed him, longed and lived for the breath he took and the grin he smiled.

"I miss you, Doctor, I really do"

A/N: I will be continuing in the next chapter, I just can't do it yet and want to put this out there so I have the motivation to finish it once I finish my Psychology assignment. Review for my figurative tea and biscuits? :)