Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Doctor Who.. :(
Just a quick one-shot! I don't even know where this came from... somwhere in the depths of my brain.
(I will be updating my Amy and Rory fic soon- promise!)
The rusty whirring sound broke her thoughts. She jumped up, running to the edge of her cell. She pressed her face between two of the cold, dull, silver bars- it stung her cheeks. She didn't care. She was watching the box.
The blue door opened. He stepped out. He had a tear in his eye. His burgundy bowtie was slightly crooked, his shirt was un-tucked and the buttons were wonky.
'You didn't have to do that.' He whispered, stepping closer towards the bars.
She knew what he meant. She always knew.
'Hitler.' She breathed. That day had been the past for so very long. But she still remembered every word.
'River Song, oh, River Song. You bad, bad girl.' His eyes twinkled. He sighed.
She chuckled silently, remembering, 'Oh, River, River, River. More than a friend I think.' She whispered.
'If she wants to be.' He took a step closer, their faces now inches apart.
She looked at him, smirking, 'What- is that it?' she asked, 'is that how we say hello now?'
He laughed, stepping backwards, fishing into his pocket for his screwdriver. He found it, pulling it out in triumph. He pointed it at the door. He pressed a button and the quiet buzz echoed around the cell. The door unlocked with a loud click. The alarms didn't sound. She looked at him, raised her eyebrows, questioning.
He grinned mischievously, 'Dampers.' He explained, pulling the door open.
She cocked her head to one side, 'But why? You love running.'
'Yes.' he mumbled, taking a step closer, moving his hands around her waist.
He rested his forehead against her own, staring into her eyes with a look of amusement before pressing his lips to hers. She responded quickly, feeling the universe melt away around her. His arms explored her waist; she kissed him harder, hungrily, her fingers running through his hair. He pulled away suddenly, dizzy and out of breath. A half smile played on his face.
'Hello.' He whispered, pointing the screwdriver at a control pad on the side of the wall. A small click sounded before an explosion of alarms drummed into their ears. The faint sound of boots hitting the floor was just about audible. He looked at her intently; he raised his hand, his fingers traced along her jaw line.
The guards turned round the corner, guns pointed. They both grinned. He grabbed her hand. They ran.