A/N: I do not own any of the characters from Doctor Who; I'm just taking them out for a little walk in the moonlight.
I was intrigued by the end of "Let's Kill Hitler" and this is what happened, its short, review if you like it.
Stray Thoughts
Run. Run. RUN! Fight. Look left. Look right, up, down. But never back, no, never look back. Control, command, her life in her hands, her need to explain, but no everything's changed. He has gone and she is here, River Song their friend, their daughter, her life. They have lived it, her life, and now she must, to become the River Song they knew.
But they were gone, just gone. All those many, many lives, her brush with immortality, erased. Did she miss them? Exponentially so. Did she want them back? Absolutely not, there was nothing in this and any universe that could make her give them back at the cost of her Doctor.
So this was it then, this was who she was, and according to the Doctor she would be amazing. Big word amazing, big expectations, big shoes to fill…her own…and fill them she would or die trying, and she had the faintest idea that's exactly what she did, for the Doctor had met her the day she died, and the end of a life is so much more amazing than the beginning. A life with every opportunity to be excellent will never measure up to a truly excellent life coming to a close, the personalities are the best they could be, and they are oh so amazing.
The Doctor was a good man, by her standards an excellent man, the best man she will ever know. She must find him to show him she could be amazing, bring him River Song. She figured there was only one way to find the Doctor, only one way to find someone who was never where he was supposed to be, but always where he was needed, where he could make history. She would study archaeology. She would find her doctor. She clutched the Tardis blue journal till her knuckles turned white and left the "greatest hospital in the universe."