This fic is just because Doctor Who is returning to BBC one very soon and I'm unbelievably exited. I love River and The Doctor's romance because of the way they are with each other is so fun to watch. I was a Rose/Ten fan but to be honest now I find it a bit too soppy and although the beach scene was touching it made me cringe a little. I do think Rose was good for him and a nice character though.
The Doctor laughed as he danced, arms flailing, around the Tardis console flicking various switches and pulling an assortment of levers. Lights flashed and glowed as he spun, his scuffed leather boots squeaking against the glass platform. For him it had been two months since the wedding… his wedding. People could argue that they never actually got married, since it wasn't actually him, he was in The Teselecta, a tiny real Doctor inside a big Doctor suit. But as far as he was concerned, he was married to Professor River Song.
"Come on Sexy!" He yelled encouragingly, before pulling two, black levers. He placed a loving hand on her glowing core. "Take me where I need to go." She knew what, or rather who, he needed right now.
He had dropped the Ponds off at a 10 star, Space-Florida Hotel and Spa for a well-deserved holiday about four days ago, best massages in the universe, despite the missuses having tentacles. So he was on his own for a bit; and feeling a bit lonely. Every so often he'd say something funny, weird or just completely bonkers, and he'd turn round, and there wouldn't be one single Pond smiling back at him. Well, that was about to change.
The whirring noise of the Tardis echoed through the Stone corridors of the Stormcage containment facility. A brand new Prison Warden frowned, and looked around for the source of the unusual noise, as he patrolled the corridors. Nearby inmates stopped and sighed 'He'd come for her again.'
And, in cell 2052, a woman with mad, blonde curls and bright eyes smiled knowingly, as a box, the bluest of blues, started to materialise on the other side of the bars.
The Doctor stepped out of it, and leant against the door frame, a mischievous glint in his eye and a spring in his step "Good evening Dear." he said with a devilish smile.
River Song looked up from her book with a matching, mad, gleam in her eye "Yes, it is, isn't it Sweetie."
"So…" The doctor said playfully, as he sauntered up to the bars, raising an eyebrow.
River put down her book, and reached under her bed, pulling out her gun and it's holster belt. She walked up to the bars so that his face was less than an inch away from hers.
"Have you come rescue me?" She stroked a rouge lock of his hair back from his forehead.
"Oh, River," he sighed "when did you ever need rescuing."
River leaned in and teased him with a tiny peck on the lips 'Never'.
"We're just going for a quick trip. I'm just borrowing you." The Doctor told her in a commanding tone, for what little good it did.
"Yes," River said with a superior smile at his attempt to seem the one who had the trousers in the relationship. The Doctor undid the lock with his Sonic Screwdriver. "That's exactly what you told the Tardis."
"That was a very different situation." he reminded River. Her eyes gleamed even brighter; he'd said exactly what she had anticipated he would.
River stepped close to him and tightened his bow tie, she pressed herself against him "Yes, it is." The Doctor tugged at his tie as she walked away from him and watched in slight amazement as she stole away into the Tardis, doing up her gun holster belt as she went. 'How did I end up with her?' he smiled. A woman so different from his previous loves, and yet... they clicked.
The glare of a torch shined round the corner, bringing him back to Stormcage from God knows where "Hey, you!" An angry and extremely surprised Prison Warden shouted, interrupting his thoughts. "Stop!"
"Very sorry," The Doctor said, with a grin. 'Seriously' He thought 'No wonder she gets out so easy if all they do is shout at you and expect you to listen'. "Just borrowing her for a while, or perhaps longer."
'"Most secure prison in the universe" my buttocks.' he hastily slipped into the Tardis, and ran over to the console, where River was already working on getting the Tardis into the Vortex. He'd never admit it, but she was a very good Pilot.
The Tardis hummed peacefully at River's touch, her child had returned. The Doctor knew the Tardis made a point to be on her best behaviour whenever River was around. It was her way of forcing him into going and getting River. Not that the Tardis really needed to force him.
"Okay, I get it," The Doctor grumbled to the Tardis "you prefer River, no need to rub it in." he pouted.
"Well maybe if you were a little gentler with her." River said, as if he were a naughty child "You shouldn't leave her brakes on, it's not good for her and the stabilisers are there for a reason. How would you like getting chucked around the whole time? I'm just going keep on telling you Doctor till you listen to me."
"Alright, don't get you're knickers in a twist." The Doctor huffed loudly, making a mental note to carry on driving as usual.
"Where do you want to go?" The Doctor called over the noises of the Tardis as they entered the centre of the Vortex. "How about Canis Major, huge trees overlooking the largest canon in the universe, well I say trees, they're more like bushes… made out of Argentum... Silver if you want the common term. Very pretty, great place for a picnic." He then thought for a second "Actually forget Canis Major, the Canisians are very unpredictable and violent, and not in a good way."
"How about Midnight? I've heard that's good." River answered, her eyes not leaving the monitor as she flicked a few switches.
"Oh yes, been there a few times." The Doctor said in glee "Golden spas, anti-gravity restaurants, sapphire waterfalls, and a landscape of diamonds." He then sighed, "Shame about the X-tonic radiation, and the native's partiality for possessing bodies. As long as we stay behind the Finito-glass we should be alright, but where's the fun in that?"
"Okay Honey, What do you suggest?" River asked.
The Doctor was about to answer her when a mobile rang…wait…a mobile phone! River and The Doctor exchanged a look.
Then, suddenly, The Doctor realised what that noise meant. River jumped out the way as he barrelled past her and down the stairs. The Doctor tore out two draws, before he got his hand on the one he wanted. He then tipped the contents onto the floor, and went down on his hands and knees to start searching frantically in his collection of spare parts and gizmos.
River watched through the glass, finding the whole thing quite entertaining. Watching her madman with her arms folded in amusement.
"Ah ha," he cried in triumph, pressing the call button and holding the phone to his ear, still on his hands and knees.
His smile widened, hearing the voice at the other end "I trust this isn't just a social call Martha Jones."
His eyebrows knitted together as he listened to the voice on the other end. He stood up, still listening to Martha as he walked up the stairs.
"Ohhhh, it does, does it?" He said slowly, in a low tone "Can you hold for a second?" he pressed the phone to his chest and locked eyes with River "You know our date Dear," She narrowed her eyes "would you mind awfully if we go save Earth instead?"
"Still sounds like a date to me." She said it with a menacing but enticing smile, probably at the thought of getting to use her gun.
"Ha," The Doctor smirked "Well then," he took her hand and placed her in front of a section of controls and stood behind her, he put his hands on either side of her waist and said softly into her curls "you know what to do." before spinning away to enter in the co-ordinates.
He brought the phone back to his ear "Martha Jones, we're on our way!" He pressed the end-call button and pulled the large, flashing, green, accelerator lever.
"Geronimo." he howled in delight as the Tardis started to rattle.
"Sweetie, I'm busy over here, can you put the stabilisers on." River asked, as if she actually expected him to do it.
"No,"
Just then, in a secret underground bunker in Cardiff, the Torchwood team smiled as the whirring of the Tardis rang through the air.
Sorry if the Banter wasn't quite up to scratch, I'm no Steven Moffat.