A/N: Short, I know, sorry, but it's late and I just needed to get this out of my head! 11/River, spoilers for Season 4... with the Library? Yeah, so, anyway, hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own absolutly nothing, but I do enjoy playing with the characters from time to time! :)
I knew the first time I saw her that this would be the woman I would marry. She had waltzed into the room with ease, her bulky space-suit doing nothing to conceal the absolute confidence and beauty that was River Song. The blond corkscrews that framed her pale face bounced as she said hello, and I quickly lost my ability to form coherent sentences. But it wasn't until she looked into my eyes, mirroring back the sadness, the loss, that I had carried alone all these years, that I gave myself up to her completely. With that one look, and the few simple words she uttered, I gave up every care I had; I gave them to her. And she took them, and shot them into the ground, and for the first time in so, so, so many years, I didn't care. I didn't care that I was supposed to be mourning for Rose, that I needed to check in on Martha, to make sure she could handle herself. I didn't care that I wasn't supposed to be able to love anymore, that my ability to love had already come and gone. I didn't care. All I cared about in that moment, from every moment on, was keeping this woman, this River Song safe. The entire world, this universe and the next, could turn to dust around us as long as my River was safe. And I didn't even know her.
But I couldn't keep her safe. I couldn't keep her near me, I couldn't save her. But then I could. In one imposible moment of luck and joy and genius and intervention from whatever god there is I managed to save her, at least part of her. In her last memory of me, and one of my first of her, I saved her. I saved my River Song. But it still wasn't enough to keep the burdens from coming back. I wasn't enough.
Later, though, it wouldn't matter. A war and a new body came with new experiences, new firsts. And I got to look into my River's eyes again for the first time, and this time, I swore to make her happy. I knew, even if she didn't, that one day the only thing I would be able to do wouldn't be enough, but here, with her on top of me in that positively distracting evening gown, I would make her happy, whatever it took. Whatever it will take. Another adventure came and went, but it could have been chopped liver for all I cared, because all I cared for was her. I cared that she was happy, and she was safe. I no longer cared if anyone else was, as long as she was. I knew then that there was no going back. I would love this woman for the rest of my existence, and hers. And then whatever came next.
Finally, I did marry her. Not in the way I had expected, not in the way either of us would have chosen. But it was perfect, because I was marrying her. She was finally mine, completely and utterly, even if we could never truly be together the way any other husband and wife would be. It didn't matter, because she is mine and I am hers. Because that's how it was meant to be.
Now, she is still as ravishing as the first time I met her. She, in her emerald green evening gown and her trademark heels, testing her very own sonic screwdriver. Especially equipped with those four green bars that told me she was alive and well. For now. We would go to the Towers tonight, and I would cry. I knew that much. And then she would leave me, for the last time, but not really. Because somewhere on a planet called Library, she would meet me again. But I would never meet her. But it didn't matter. I had kept my promise. She had been happy, and River Song was saved.
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