There were three things the Doctor was seriously worried about: the fire raging down the corridor, the oncoming slew of heavily armed anubite-looking things, and the laughter spilling from his wife's mouth as her sais flashed about her in a flurry.
"River!" he growled, bringing the hilt of his sword up swiftly to connect with an anubite's temple and then stepping over the unconscious creature. "I told you to be careful! And don't kill them!"
"I'm not killing them, dear, I'm incapacitating them, just as you are. I know you don't like killing. Best not upset you, you're my ride!"
An anubite howled in furious pain as she cut a line across its snout.
"I was thinking if we get out of this we might have a nice quite night. Broadway in its early days, perhaps? Or in the thirty-second century? Or, you know... Clom." Another body fell prey to the pommel of his blade. "Clom's nice."
An exhilirated laugh sprang from River as she shoved an anubite bodily down a set of stairs, knocking them all back down. "Are you really asking me out at a time like this?"
"I might as well, we might end up dead!"
"And seriously, Clom?!"
A/N: The title of this story comes from Bullet by Hollywood Undead. (Just a warning, the song is very much about suicide, but that specific line has a very River-ish quality. Not the rest of the song. In pretty much any way at all.) I also watched The Mummy Returns a few days ago, so anubites were stuck in my head.