So, this will be a series of short stories and two-shots (and mebe three-shots, haven't decided yet), on how River, with the help of the TARDIS, give themselves the challenge to bring the Doctor back to his former glory and try to cheer him up after the loss of Amy and Rory. Post-Angels of Manhattan. No set times for when I'll update XD. Basically, just when I get the time and inspiration, I guess.
Enjoy!
River's never seen him so upset. Not that she can blame him, of course. The same agony is in her chest, constricting her two hearts until she finds it difficult to breathe.
She'll see Amy and Rory again, she knows that. But for now, the pain is fresh, ebbing and flowing as she watches the Doctor struggle with his loss.
She hated to refuse travelling with him, because she knows it was what they both want it, that they truly need each other. Especially now.
But he needs to be able to manage without her, to heal enough so he can stand on his own, at least for a little while. Until he gets a new companion.
Despite herself, River's lips twist into a grimace of jealousy. Not just for her own sake, though that's a large part of it. No, she's jealous because the Doctor getting a new companion would also mean replacing her mother and father.
She sighs to herself quietly. Now she's contradicting her own advice. Great. After all, she's just told the Doctor that he shouldn't travel alone.
Soon. She tells herself firmly. Once he's back on his feet, you'll accept his invitation.
She sends the Doctor another glance. He's still sitting, staring despondently at one of the TARDIS' many walls.
"Sweetie?" She says gently.
He stirs, provoked from his stupor.
"Yes, River?" He says distractedly, the undercurrent of pain still thick.
"Do you want to go anywhere specific now?" She asks, referring to their recent visit to a young Amelia Pond.
The Doctor, excited by an afterword from Amy in the future, had demanded that River take him to see her younger self, to assure Amelia that she just had to wait for him. But, in the end, he had simply stood in the doorway of the TARDIS, staring wistfully at the little girl who had fallen asleep on her suitcase as she waited for her Raggedy Doctor to take her away. River had eventually drawn him away from the door and closed it. He had then sunk back into his depression.
"Uh, no, you can pick." The Doctor mumbles.
River gazes at him sadly, her heart twisting in pain for her husband.
"How about Barcelona? The planet, I mean." She says, thinking that it would be best to stay away from Earth for a while.
The Doctor's only response is a dull nod of assent.
River purses her lips as she sets the coordinates for Barcelona, the planet.
Since this is the prologue, I decided to put it in the present, but all the stories following it will be in the past tense. So, please review and tell me what you guys thought. I like constructive criticism, just as long as it's not completely down-bringing… Hope you guys enjoyed :D