So this idea came to me a long time ago in the middle of the night when I was typing a totally different OS, came up with another OS, and then this short story came from that second OS. I'm excited for this because River and The Doctor are one of my OTP's and this is my first multi-chapter fic for Doctor Who.

Quick Notes: This is a modern teenage AU, the Doctor is Eleven but will go under the name John Smith.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.


Chapter One: Hello Sweetie

"Son of a - !" He curses himself for having parked his car so far from the store.

John Smith walks out of the grocery store, trying his best to balance two filled-to-the-rim-and-about-to-break plastic grocery bags that hang on his two lanky arms while walking through the gigantic parking lot with his car keys tightly gripped in his teeth. The heavy groceries take a toll on his frail body as the taste of metal is testing his gag reflex to an extreme. Even though he was a teenager boy well past puberty (or supposed to be), his body still resembled a tall and incredibly lanky baby giraffe; and his movement in the moment resembled one trying to walk for the first time.

One of his bags breaks from the weight and his groceries drop to the ground. John curses the inventor of plastic bags as he fumbles with his other bags and drops his car keys. He immediately spits the disgusting taste of keys from his mouth, rubbing his tongue on his sleeve until his tongue is as dry as sandpaper. As he figures out what to do with his groceries, his day gets worse when one of the jars he bought starts rolling away on the cement. He curses to himself, wondering whether or not to run after that one jar or stay with his other items.

It's his jar of custard.

The jar that (oddly) compliments the now-crushed box of frozen fish fingers he also just bought.

It's just a stupid jar. He doesn't really need it, does he?

He chooses to run for it.

John runs after the jar, keeping his eyes on it. To his surprise, the jar stops rolling when a foot steps on it. John stops, seeing a combat boot on top of his jar. He should be grateful that someone stopped his jar but it's now covered in dirt. Overall, he has mixed emotions about how to feel about this situation. The one who stopped the jar picks it up. When both sets of eyes make contact with each other, John finds himself looking into familiar green eyes with big, sandy blonde curls in the background.

"River?" John questions, completely shocked. "River Song? Is that really you?"

"Hello Sweetie," the female adolescent of the same age, River Song, says with a wild smirk on her face. "Miss me?"

"Wha - what are you doing here?"

"Helping you," she replies, looking at the jar of custard she just picked up. River's eyes wander to the groceries left at the other end of the parking lot. "And my god, do you seriously need it."

John looks back at the groceries and then faces River, embarrassed. They walk back over to the groceries parked on the lot and instead of helping John pick them up, River snags his car keys from the ground.

"I'll pull your car up front," River says.

Instead of trying to stop her, John heads back to his dropped groceries to pick them up. Some were broken or dented, but at this point, he doesn't really care. He suddenly feels something whirring behind him. He turns around and sees his dark blue Ferrari with the engine running and River sitting glamorously in the driver's seat. She rolls down the window and sticks out her head and curls.

"How did you do that so fast?" He asks, picking up the groceries and throwing them in the trunk. He's mostly surprised since he parked his car all the way at the other end of the parking lot.

"Spoilers," she says with a giggle as she sticks her head back in the car.

"You know, my car usually makes a noise when parking."

"What noise?"

"The noise."

River tilts her head in confusion. John begins imitating the noise which sounds like a mixture of a whale mating call and a starting chainsaw. River snickers as she sits back in her seat.

"It's not supposed to make that noise, you just leave the brakes on," she tells him. "Now, sit down. I'm driving."

"Yeah, well, I like that noise," he mutters bitterly to himself. "And who are you to tell me how to drive and operate my car?"

"Really? You're asking me who I am? Sweetie, even you know better than to do that."

John rolls his eyes. He doesn't argue with River but reluctantly sits in the passenger seat, despite it being his car. Even before he gets his seatbelt buckled, River slams on the gas and he flies back against his seat.

This was going to be one hell of a car ride.


I am so excited for this story. I have the whole story already finished but will be updating it weekly. And yes, the chapters will be kind of short.

Stay Tuned - What is the history behind these teenagers? And is River being behind the wheel really a good thing?