He'd turned the blue boringers on for once, wanting to surprise River, his lovely, beautiful wife who he hadn't seen in a few months and had been missing dearly. He thought a surprise trip would cure his thirst for her. He spun the monitor round just to double check she wasn't off gallivanting around the universe with another him or getting into trouble somewhere else, though as he did this he was forced to stop at what his eyes saw.

She was sitting on her bed staring at the rain pounding against her window, she looked so utterly sad and hopeless, like she was lost at the background of the universe. That had him. River Song was the light of his world and he would do anything to remove that look from her face, his hearts just wouldn't be able to take it any longer if her face remained stuck in that forlorn expression; even her marvelous curls seemed to be weighed down and lifeless.

He was on Uxorem II a few weeks back and had come across an old castle in a wonderful state of disrepair and ruin and his first thought was River would love this. As he processed the thought he quickly dismissed it. No way was he going to help partake in River's awful interest in archeology. No siree. But now that thought didn't even cross his mind, he was willing to do anything in his power to rid her face of that emotion, and if it meant taking her to those ruins then so be it.

River hadn't even noticed the Tardis parked just outside her cell; she almost seemed to be stuck in a trance. It was only when he stepped out into the corridor, his footstep echoing around them, did she look up. Shock was the predominant emotion upen her face, he could see brief flickers of disbelief, anger and hope amongst it but her face continued to remain in the same position: mouth agape, bulged eyes and eyebrows raised, she didn't even blink.

"River?"

She seemed to freeze even more, her whole body tensing up this time. It was only when he'd opened her cell and walked up to her did she gulp and then quickly jump into his arms. He was suddenly met with two armfuls of River, not that he was complaining at all. He tightened his arms around her and pulled her impossibly closer into his body, reveling in the feel of her. It had been so long. And it seemed to be the same for her. Her hands were moving up and down his back, touching his collar bones, spine, hips almost as if she couldn't believe he was there. Her hands settled in the loose curls at the top of his neck as she laid her head against his chest - listening to his heartbeats.

He was so happy to have her back in his arms, it had been so long. But as he rubbed his hands up her arms (sleeves? Why was she wearing sleeves? She never wore sleeves) she jumped backwards and he suddenly felt very empty. His hands fell useless to his sides as he stared back at her. She wouldn't meet his eyes. Well he wouldn't have that. He kissed her on her cheek before grasping her hand and pulling her into the tardis. Her relatively empty diary lay forgotten on her bed.

"Right, I'm taking you out River. Special trip just for you. Now go shower and change, don't want to get those prison garbs dirty now" he remarked hands flying wildly over the console as he plotted their destination.

He heard no footsteps behind him. While his wife may be a trained assassin she still weighed something, the metallic floor was very hard to be silent on. Trust me, he's tried. Never trying to sneak up on Amy again. He turned around to spot River still stood by the door, not having moved an inch aside from leaning slightly to rest one of her hands against the wall, as if she was adsorbing the comforting feeling of his other wife; who seemed to be humming insistently loud around them.

She was still awfully quietly and subdued and he was growing increasingly worried. "Riv?" he coaxed, beginning to walk towards her only to be stopped by a trailing wire. He fell into the jump seat with a loud bang as he knocked a spanner off the seat. The vibrating clang seemed to break River from her trance (once again) and she quickly fled down one of the corridors in the direction of their bedroom.

He landed them alongside the temple and waited around, hands unconsciously fiddling with whatever he could find on the console. River returned 15 minutes later and all he could do was stand there openly staring (she was his wife, he had the right? Right?). Her curls had returned back to their wonderful, uncontrollable state andhad been left down over her simple yet elegant tank top, jacket and jeans. Only his wife could pull off double denim, even he'd tried and he couldn't. And he could pull off a bow-tie - but then again bow ties are cool. She looked radiant, he couldn't help but notice her curvaceous figure, how did she manage to remain so tiny yet muscular and full whilst being locked up in prison? The guilt began to eat way at his thoughts one again. "You look... ermm clean?"

One day he'll be able to tell her how he really feels, soon, he promises. She deserves everything he can give her and more. All he can do is just silently admire her for right now, secure in the knowledge that she is his wife. Though as he caught her face fall before quickly being masked in an emotionless stare, he felt the guilt reach unbearable levels. So he ran, like he always did, to the door and gestured to the world beyond, the only gift he could give her right now

"The ruins of matrimonium" he exclaimed, pointing to the overgrown and barely visible ruins of a castle she could barely make out between luscious green trees and vines.

They'd explored all the upper floors of the temple, uncovering some (regrettably) rather interesting archeological pieces. River seemed to cheer up as they ventured through yet still seemed reserved and holding herself back. In his final effort to improve her mood he took her to the bottom of the castle where he was hoping the treasure room to be, he had never known River not to love something shiny and sparkly.

As they climbed through a gap between the wall and a tree, that had somehow grown through one of the walls of the corridor, he spotted a large door to the right that looked promising. He pushed River in front of him as he sonicked the door open. As they walked into the large chamber he felt an odd feeling of danger that he couldn't place despite knowing they were alone, the castle had been abandoned for brushed the thought from his mind and focused on what he could see or more like what he couldn't; nothing but a brief outline of his wife. Although within seconds large torches seemed to ignite themselves along the walls of the room casting light over the centrepiece. And what a centre piece it was, piles of goblets, coins, armour, jewels and crowns were stacked feet high around them; casting glittering, dancing specks of light over the both of them.

He stood there, admiring his beautiful wife as small flecks of light danced on her in time with the wavering flames of the torches; and the small insistent humming sound. Humming sound? What was that? He didn't have time to dwell on that as he spotted a small black circle on the palm of River's left hand. His memory kicked into action as he ran forward and grasped her hand, not noticing when she flinched more than necessary.

"Doctor, what are you doing?" River implored, tugging her hand out of his grasp.

"River where did you get that?" he questioned with an obscene amount of urgency, pointing at the circle on her hand.

She looked down, suprise lighting up her face. "Oh, I don't know, I guess I must of touched something earlier, nothing to worr..worry." River said gulping, her right hand reaching up to her throat. Suddenly the sense of danger he felt earlier made sense as gears clicked together in his mind. He knew something wasn't right, it was the air. He made to turn around and pull River out of the room but the door had shut behind them and by the time he'd turned back round to River she was on the floor, her knees having buckled beneath her.

"River!" he shrieked, failing down beside her and pulling her into his arms. He grasped one of her wrists in an effort to pull her back towards the door when he felt it. Her pulse. It was slowing down. The air was stopping her heart. He panicked, he grabbed River and was seconds away from pulling her over his shoulder and lifting her out of the room when he heard it. A song. The most beautiful song; a song that he's heard before.

That's when he looked up and saw it, a girl draped in white robes that hung of her figure and stopped just above the ground, she looked ethereal in origin but he knew better. He'd seen it before. The black spot it all made sense now, the creature was like the siren he encountered with Amy and Rory. He looked down at his wife, who even though she was dying was making an effort to crawl towards the creature who in turn was floating towards her. He could do nothing but watch as the Siren and his Wife vanished into thin air.