The Perils of Marriage and Music
Prologue:
The mad married couple
As soon as the TARDIS landed, River flung open the door and rushed out onto the brand new planet. She wasn't exactly sure where she was, but she didn't care; she needed to get as far away from him as she could.
"But River, if you could only see my point of view!" The Doctor called after her.
She kept on marching away from him as fast as her long legs could carry her.
"Please, River! You don't know what you're doing!" His legs were long too; he was gaining on her. Pretty soon he'd reach her and whip her around, and then he'd… well, he'd cause her resolve to melt. And she couldn't allow that this time.
"Oh, I don't know what I'm doing?" River asked her voice like a clap of thunder. "I don't know what I'm doing? Half the time you don't even know what galaxy you are, or in what century. You make decisions based on whether or not you like someone's hat, or what shapes you can see in the clouds!
"After all I've done for you, I ask for one small thing and…" She let the sentence trail off there. His face flushed red and he hopped nervously from one foot to the other. He hated it when she alluded to Stormcage and her prison sentence, the promise she'd made and the reason she couldn't be free to do as she pleased.
"Oh, never mind." she said. "I should be getting back. They'll be missing me. It shouldn't take long to complete this assignment, anyway."
The Doctor stumbled over the uneven ground and landed on his elbows. Thankfully the leather patches on the sleeves of his tweed jacket afforded extra protection.
"But River, dear,"he said as he scrambled up, "you don't even know where or when we are here!"
"I'll figure it out!" she called, fiddling with the seismic location device, and trying to pinpoint the exact position in time and space of the thing she was searching for. It was just out of reach. She'd been chasing it without success for about a fortnight, and surely would have found it by now if it hadn't been for the interruptions of her time-traveling spouse.
"Just get back in the TARDIS" he wheedled, "and I'll take you back. And then we can have a nice banana milkshake or a slice of Grasshopper pie." He paused for a minute.
"There aren't real grasshoppers in the pie, are there?" He made a face and stuck his tongue out.
River rolled her eyes at him, but then let her expression soften somewhat. He was a dear, dear man and she loved him more than anything in the world… but sometimes he was simply exasperating.
"I can't go back with you; not this time Sweetie," she said, zipping up her jacket, making a vain attempt to fix her hair and checking the safety on her gun.
"River, please, let's be sensible. River Song, I..."
She never heard the end of the sentence, because she had finally managed to squeeze the correct coordinates out of the seismic locator, adjusted her vortex manipulator and went spinning through time and space, leaving the Doctor behind her. With any luck, she would soon find what she was looking for. Maybe the Doctor would see sense and forgive her.
Maybe she would even forgive him. After all, all married couples argued at some point.