This is my first fanfic so although its not very good, be nice :)

Just some random really short doctor/river drabble because they are amazing! : )

Disclaimer: You all know I don't own doctor who. If I did, there would be a whole lot less monsters and more Doctor/River moments. Actually, forget that. There would only be Doctor/River moments, probably with a very angry centurion bursting in in the middle... :P

"You are intruders. Your life shall be terminated." The Krogon Warriors River and the Doctor had encountered on Airship 502 earlier that morning were still chasing after them. Apparently they wanted some stolen artifact back. River, obviously, had nothing to do with it. "I'm surprised you think so lowly of me!" she had replied when the Doctor questioned her about it.

The Doctor took River's hand and smiled. "Run!" he whispered.

"You'll have to come up with a better plan that that someday, sweetie!" River reprimanded, but secretly, she loved running. No matter how little the Doctor knew her now, this was something they would always do.

"You tell me!" The Doctor answered as they rounded the corner of the corridor. To come face to face with a dead end. The Doctor smirked and held out his sonic screwdriver. With a buzz, the TARDIS materialized in front of them.

"Ladies first!" He joked.

River ignored him and bent down to pick up her hallucinogenic lipstick which had fallen out of her belt.

"They should really make pockets on these things," She muttered, looking at her red dress. A clomping noise getting louder reminded her that the Krogon Warriors were getting closer. She stood up and smiled at the Doctor, not seeing the alien behind her with its gun poised to shoot.

"River!"

The doctor's worry twisted cry was the last thing River heard before single shot rang out and an agonising pain hit her left shoulder. Her vision blurred and she felt herself sinking to the floor. Before her head hit the metal floor of the space station, the Doctor's arms wrapped themselves around her and the world went black.

A steady beeping noise brought River back to herself. She was lying in the TARDIS medical bay, thick gauze wrapped around her shoulder. Her red, probably blood stained dress had been replaced by one of the Doctor's shirts and a pair of tracksuit bottoms. Her high heels were lying next to the bed, abandoned. For a moment she was confused, but then she realised. The Doctor had changed her clothes.

"You just couldn't resist, could you, Sweetie," She waited for the Doctor's stumbling reply but there was silence.

The Doctor was slumped on the chair next to the bed. He was sleeping, but it looked like he was having a nightmare. River had hardly ever seen the Doctor sleep before, but now it looked like he really needed it. There were dark shadows under his eyes and his face was sickly pale.

"Oh sweetie, what have you done?" River murmured. She could see had probably stayed with her the whole time. He was always such an obstinate old man.

"No, River, no! Let me, I-" he called out. River looked at him in confusion, before she realised he was talking in his sleep. Another day she would have been excited at the prospect of hearing what the Doctor was dreaming about but today she could see his dream was making him sad.

Sitting there, with his eyes closed, the Doctor looked almost exactly like her Doctor. He had the same face, the same hair. It was just his memories that were different. And the way he looked at her. The man sleeping in front of her, when he looked at her, she could only see a small spark of their love, buried beneath the guilt he always had when he thought of her. River didn't understand what made him feel so guilty. It was his one and only secret. She knew everything else about him. He might have been responsible for something that would happen to her, but she had killed him. She had killed the Doctor. Her Doctor. How could anyone feel more guilty than her? Obviously, if he had killed her, she would understand him being so guilty. It would be good, in a roundabout sort of way. The couple that killed each other. It would only be fair, since she killed him, that he could kill her. But River didn't think he could kill her, even if he didn't know her. The Doctor wasn't the type of person who would just kill someone.

River's thoughts drifted away from the confusing topic and turned to her Doctor, the one she was married to. Every time he looked at her, his eyes were filled with love. It made his century old eyes become younger. River sighed, and looked at the Doctor in front of her affectionately. This man wasn't her Doctor, but he would be.

Reaching up her hand, she stroked his face lovingly. At her touch, his eyes snapped open and stared around him in shock before his eyes came to rest on River.

"River, you've – you've woken up," the Doctor breathed, discreetly moving so that River's hand fell away from his face. It was too early in his time stream, River reminded herself, as her heart broke. This wonderful man, this impossible man, he was slipping away from her. With every word, every time she saw him, he was a bit more distant. When he looked at her, with those amazing eyes of his, and didn't know who or what she was, it would kill her.

"No," River argued. "You've just woken up, sweetie."

"I-" the Doctor straightened up and looked horrified. "I fell asleep? Sorry River, I didn't mean to, I'm-"

River shushed him. He was so adorable when he was young. "It's alright, my love. Even Time Lords need their sleep sometimes."

The Doctor looked at her again and his face was broken with pain. "River, you've been in a coma for three days now. I thought you would never wake up," He shook his head, as if that could make the thought go away.

"Oh, sweetie. I'm not that easy to kill." At the Doctor's confused expression, she added; "Spoilers!"

River glanced next to her bed, looking for something to get back the childish Doctor she knew so well. He was being far too serious. In the few moments they were together, there wasn't enough time to be serious. Her eyes rested on a maroon fez.

River got out of bed, ignoring the Doctor's protest about resting.

"I'm fine," She assured him, before reaching behind her back and holding up the fez, the ony thing that would get his complete attention. His eyes went wide in shock as he realised she was holding his fez hostage. "But this won't be!" She teased.

"Hey, that's mine!" the Doctor whined, but River could see he was just glad that she was alright again. Still, he was such a big child sometimes.

He tried to take it off her, but somehow managed to trip over the corner of the desk and landed in a heap on the bed. Huffing, he pulled himself up with as much dignity as he had, ignoring River's laughing, and pouted, crossing his arms like a five year old.

"It's mine, River. You know I don't like it when you blow up my fezzes." The Doctor tried a friendly approach. When she made no move to give it back, the Doctor whined again. "It's mine! Stop it! I want it back!"

Turning around smartly, she called over her shoulder "Come and get it then!"

The Doctor, once he was sure River couldn't see him anymore, smiled to himself. He pulled out one of his spare fezzes from his bigger-on-the-inside pockets and set it firmly on his head as he followed the sound of retreating platform heels down the TARDIS corridors.

Finis

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