Spoilers – A Doctor Who Fiction
Tap, tap, tap…
The Doctor's foot was out of control. There was no stopping it and believe me he'd tried. The cause of all this fuss? It was what would look, to anyone else, like a simple, though granted old, worn, and loved, blue journal.
The Doctor glanced all over the room but nothing could hold his attention or distract him, at least not for very long. Even watching Amy and Rory dance wasn't very helpful. Nothing could keep him from thinking of that little blue book.
It was carelessly left there by Amy when they had all gone to dance. He was a little tired and finished dancing like a fool, so now he was sitting at the table… right across from the blasted thing.
He wanted so much, so much more than he wished possible, to just peer into that impossibly wonderful, though small, book, just get a small glimpse into his future.
There was one question of course in particular that he wanted an answer to. Were he and River married in his future?
Carefully and slowly, so not to be noticed, hopefully not looking suspicious (though of course he did look that way to anyone who happened to be paying attention to him rather then the wedding festivities) he moved a chair closer to River's diary. The temptation was immensely strong to just tear into that book like the crazy child he felt like right now. But there was one thing holding him back.
Privacy. Anything and possibly everything in there could be something that River would never want anyone, even a man she apparently trust with her life, to see, secrets, private things.
The Doctor scoots yet another chair down. The temptation was so great, almost burning him up inside. Energy was coursing through his body.
There is a possibility that there isn't any writing in there any more. He thinks, trying to justify himself. I mean for a while there wasn't anything. Amy opened it and it was completely blank.
But he knew that wasn't true. Now that the world was back to it's natural order so would River's journal, down to the last entry.
His hand creeps down the table, entertaining the idea of holding the peculiar blue journal in his hand. Alas his hand stops short of reaching it. Not because he's chickened out but because he's still just barely too far away. He retracts his arm.
Once again and hopefully for the last time, the Doctor moves down a seat. He is now with out a doubt close enough to grab it. His hand, as swiftly as he can so to do so before he changes his mind clasps the journal. He's grabbed it and now holds it his hands.
He traces his fingers gracefully over the design of the cover, squares, lines, and rectangles, all in blue leather. His hand stays there a while. Almost unwilling to open it, he just holds it in his two hands breathing deeply.
Suddenly the Doctor gets up from his seat. Out side the window he catches a small glimpse of curly blonde hair. He runs from the room as fast as he can. Out the door and in the fresh air he stops running and catches his breath.
"River"
The blonde, who was walking slowly past stops and turns to the Doctor. He's still not her Doctor but he's significantly closer then before.
The Doctor holds out River's diary for her. "I believe this belongs to you."
She takes it and flips it open to find that all the words have been put back. "Spoilers"
"Yeah I bet but I wouldn't know, didn't read any of it."
River raises her eyebrows, surprised.
The Doctor quietly laughs. "I know… but I guess I'm not a big fan of spoilers."
They lock eyes.
"But… I do have one question. River, do we get married?"
"Are you asking?"
"Yes… no… Are we married in my future?"
River pauses before answering. "Yes"
"Yes like I'm asking or yes we get married?"
"Yes"