I've wanted to write songfics a lot lately, so this story will be a series of one-shot songfics for River/11. If you know a song that you would like to see made into a story, send it in the reviews, and I'll be happy to give it a listen.

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who or any of the songs.

Song: Over My Head (The Fray)

River Song ran through alleyway after alleyway, winding around buildings as she attempted the men she knew were following her. She also knew that they would catch her. They had to.

For her, it had only been a few days since she had killed the Doctor. At least, these men thought she had killed the Doctor. They would hunt her down like an animal, try her, and then lock her up in Stormcage, just as he had said they would.

He had told her everything that would happen, yet she couldn't bring herself to accept it. To her, it didn't feel natural to simply submit to being thrown in prison. Not only that, but she would have to stay in prison. Sure, it wouldn't be very hard at all to break out, but she would have to come back.

The Doctor had made it very clear to her that this was her choice. However, she promised him she would do whatever it took to ensure his safety. She would be caught eventually, yes, but she would still continue running until that happened.

Rounding a corner, she found that the men were already there, blocking her way. Panic began to set in as she quickly turned on her heels and sprinted in the opposite direction.

River wouldn't be able to keep this up for long. A normal human would have given up nearly an hour ago, but she wasn't normal. Still, she could feel her body shutting down, telling her to give up. But "giving up" was one phrase she didn't know the meaning of, so she kept on sprinting.

Suddenly, a familiar sound graced her ears. A sound that meant someone had left the brakes on again. Nonetheless, she was absolutely thrilled to see the big blue box materialize only a hundred yards in front of her.

She ran towards it like an athlete finishing their race, collapsing just after making it inside. With her eyes closed, she could hear the sound of the men behind her shouting as the door was slammed in their faces.

Now there was a pair of strong hands under her, hoisting her up. Upon opening her eyes, she saw the man for whom all of this running was done. Gently, he set her on her feet.

The Doctor looked at her as if he was trying to figure out all the secrets that she held. "River, why were you running from them? You know that they won't hurt you. All they'll do is send you to Stormcage."

River couldn't take this anymore. She broke down into tears. "I can't do this."

The Doctor was completely stunned. He had never heard her speak with so much fear in her voice before. "You just have to trust me. I'll make sure that nothing happens to you. Stormcage really isn't that bad. You'll see me all the time," he said, trying to sound encouraging.

"It's just too much," she explained. "How am I supposed to believe that nothing will happen when they show up at my door with an army? Every single one of them had their guns pointed at me. I couldn't take it, so I ran."

Now he understood. He mentally slapped himself for not realizing this sooner. River was young now, very young. Being chased down by an army for hours would certainly place a lot of pressure on someone, especially someone who may or may not even trust him completely. She had every right to be terrified.

"River," he said gently, wrapping his arms around her comfortingly, "you don't have to do this if you don't want to. I realize it's too much for me to possibly ask."

For a moment, a look of indecision crossed her face. However, it was only a moment, as River almost immediately answered. "I'll do it. But not for them," she said, shooting a dirty glance in the direction of the door, "for you."

The Doctor's mind raced with a million possible responses, but instead, all he said was, "Wait here a moment."

River watched in surprise as he opened the door and walked out into the army that stood waiting outside.

He walked right up to the man who stood at the front, appearing to be the leader. "Good evening," the Doctor said in his best attempt at not slapping the man in the face. "I noticed you've been chasing my friend, River Song, around for a while, so I thought I might ask why."

The man's jaw was dropped slightly as he stared at the man who should be dead. "We . . . um, were supposed to arrest her for the murder of the Doctor."

He smiled at the man, who looked as though he'd seen a ghost. "Oh, yes, that's right. But there's just one thing wrong with your little plan, because I'm not dead."

Blushing, the man turned around and muttered something along the lines of, "We'll just be leaving, then."

"Wait, where do you think you're going?" the Doctor called to them. The man in charge looked slightly afraid and was just hoping that the Doctor wouldn't punish him. "Don't worry you're not in trouble," he said, seeing the man's expression. "I just have a favor to ask. You see, I'm not dead, but I need people to think I am. So if you wouldn't mind, I need you to take River to Stormcage to make the story more believable."

The man nodded, so the Doctor reentered the TARDIS, telling the man not to go anywhere. Once inside, he made his way over to River. He looked straight into her eyes as he spoke. "I need you to be brave now. I need you to tell me now if you really want to go through with this." She gave a determined nod, causing him to smile at her proudly. "Well, then, I guess this is goodbye."

Before he could say anything else, she pulled him into a long, lingering kiss. When they broke apart, River asked, "Will you visit often?"

"All the time." He would honestly try his hardest to keep this promise.

Taking a deep breath, he opened the door, and the two of them stepped out to face the army. The Doctor hugged River one last time before handing her over to the man he had spoken to earlier.

Before leaving, the Doctor gave the man one last warning. "If you tell anyone I'm alive or even lay a finger on her, you can expect to see me soon."

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