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"Spoilers."
He grew sick of the word incredibly quickly, and ended up being quite revolted when he discovered that it was his fault she said it all the time. Their back-to-front-in-a-complicated-ball timelines frustrated him to no end, especially now he cared for her – he loved her. And she would die heartbroken, because he hadn't known her. Not at that time.
"Doctor, what are you doing?"
Amy waked into the control room, sitting beside him, persisting when he didn't answer. "What are you up to?"
"Nothing," he murmured. "Just thinking …"
"About what?"
"River …"
"Will we ever see her again?" Amy questioned. "I mean – she didn't know you all that much in Berlin; only what I told her … and you said it was her right at the start."
"I don't know, Pond. I don't know …"
But he hoped he would. He hoped he would so much that it hurt.
Probably the shortest thing I've ever written. But inspiration is a little thin on the ground. Hope these two aren't OOC! My first Doctor Who fanfic. Yay! I adored Let's Kill Hitler, but Night Terrors wasn't scary enough for me.
