A/N: The title is from "Broken" by Paramore.
It's mentioned in the show that the Doctor had children, and the first Doctor traveled with his granddaughter Susan, so I assume the Doctor has a Gallifreyan wife. Given the events from The Day of the Doctor, I'm curious as to what happened to her. ALSO, this story contains spoilers for The Day of the Doctor.
This is from a prompt someone gave me. I've changed a few tiny things but generally it's the same as when I first typed it up. QUESTION: Wouldn't it be weird to marry the craziest Time Lord ever and then survive the Time War only to have your husband pop you (and the entire planet) in some sort of time preservation pocket and then just, like, gallivant off and forget you? Because that's totally how she'd feel.
If the Doctor reads like the Eleventh, it's because he's the one I've most recently watched.
Safe Inside Your Arms Like Towers
He is stone, a statue frozen by Medusa's gaze. But the woman before him is no Medusa; her eyes are full of warmth and curiosity and love. So much love for him. What do her eyes see? He knows what he is seeing: a Time Lady. A woman clever and strong and beautiful. His wife.
He hasn't seen her since… well, it hardly matters. He tries to shake away the guilt. She is here now, alive, searching him with her eyes. Her irises are a different color than he remembers. She has regenerated since the War, but he would know her eyes anywhere, anytime.
He has done so many things since they last saw each other, so many terrible things. Things he did when he thought he was the type of man who was capable of committing double genocide with the push of a button. He never pushed that beg red button, but he is still a murderer. He has become the Time Lord Victorious, the nameless and terrible thing that drops from the sky and tears down worlds. Will the love in her eyes fade when she learns what he has become?
And what of River? Will his wife be angry that he married another, when he thought that he was alone in the universe and that she was dead? He does not think that she will; she has never been jealous, either of his companions or his adventures or even of his TARDIS.
River knew his true name, as does the TARDIS. She knows his name too. He imagines her spitting his name, furious that he left her and their children and grandchildren for so long, though he thought they were dead and he was just running from their ghosts. But there is no anger in her eyes now. Her lips are curving into a smile, not twisting in rage. The lips part and his world is suspended on her breath. He swears his hearts stop beating in that moment, waiting for her to speak. She says his name breathlessly and her arms float up and encircle him. Her head nestles against his neck. Somehow, she still smells the same.
"You're home," she says disbelievingly. She speaks in Gallifreyan. His hearts flutter back to life and he finds that he is holding her to him. He lays a kiss on the top of her head, smiles into her hair.
"Yes," he murmurs. "I'm home."