Rain battered heavily against the outside wall. She could hear the rythmic pattering as it poured down, occaisionally sending sprays of water through the bars of her window. Moisture trickled down the wall to the floor.
She didn't mind. She strode across the small cell to the window. If she stood on her tiptoes she could see level outside. Not that there was much to see. Lashing turbulent gray clouds and endless endless rain. She leaned forward slightly so her face touched the bars. She could hear the roar of the thunder and the rage of the storm. Water misted on her face.
She liked it. It made her feel alive.
They gave this place a fancy name. Called it the Stormcage Containment Facility. But all the fancy names in the world wouldn't change what it was. A prison.
She didn't mind. Not really.
River Song was nothing if not steadfast.
And it wasn't as if she couldn't get out if she really wanted to. And she did escape, quite frequently when she wanted to. But very rarely by herself. It was almost always with...him.
She slowly walked back over to her small desk and sat down, grabbing her pen and picking up where she left off in her journal. She could feel herself growing restless again, and short of escaping again this was one of the few outlets that provided her with pleasure. Writing in her journal. Notating all her travels and experiances with the Doctor so she would be able to keep everything in order. Which was always the problem with being in love with a time traveler, River thought with a wry smile. They always seemed to do things in the wrong order. You never know whether you're coming or going. She paused as she heard a very familiar wheezing, groaning sort of noise. She bit the end of her pen to keep from grinning and fought the urge to turn toward the sound of the noise.
Always better to not seem too forward.
Always better to keep him guessing.
She heard a slight crack and the smell of ozone and lemons filled the air. She could feel her heart begin to beat faster as the familiar footsteps came closer and closer.
"Hello, River."
She slowly spun around on her chair so that she was facing him. A soft, seductive smile spread across her face. "Hello, sweetie."
He crossed his arms and grinned at her. "Fancy a week in medieval England? I've heard that King Arthur is having a sort of...dragon problem."
She closed her journal and stood up. "Absolutely!"
The Doctor held up his sonic screwdriver and unlocked the door for her, since she never bothered to tell him that she could easily break it open herself any time she wanted to herself.
She liked keeping some things to herself.
She linked arms with him as they walked to the Tardis together.
~*~ To be continued
