An Attempt to A library fix and my second ever fanfic.

It almost goes without saying but I don't own or have any rights to Dr Who... the BBC has that, I only wished to entertain

A Plan Forms

Of course he had thought about it, so many times he had wanted to go to the Library and visit her grave.
Stare into her time line.
But it would have killed him and he never could bare to say the last, final, goodbye.
What if there wasn't one? What if her partially human DNA would show him her skeleton decayed and ancient and very very permanent.
His mind recoiled at the mere thought of his wonderful mad woman being bones in a space suit. So he never went.
He hated endings.

Trenzalore changed him, so many years stationary and so so many years to think.
How many regenerations would a "part Time Lord" have?
She saved his life by giving the remainder of her regenerative powers to him and he knew he could give some to her.
After all that was what he had done in Manhattan but…. could he fully restore her?
As an old, dying, time lord the answer was obviously "no" even as a younger man it would have killed him and then the shoe would be on the other foot,
River missing him. He felt sure that she wouldn't be grateful or even happy with a gift like that.
Just as much as it pained him to be in a world without her, it would kill her to be in a world without him.
But NOW the game had changed….he had a bright new set of regenerations… and what better way to use them then to restore that awful, psychotic,
lovely, wonderful wife of his back to life.
Once the thought had popped into his head it never left, it settled grew and eventually formed a plan.
He would visit the Library again.

As he got dressed, to better suit the needs and tastes of his new body, the TARDIS wheezed, purred and a small box popped out of the centre console.
It was Tardis blue with indentations, like the sides of his beloved box, and in it was a ring.
It wasn't a grand ring. It wasn't ornate or had a precious stone in it.
It was a simple Permiunos gold band with a small drop of an Enondion tear in it.
He recognised it immediately. It was a promise ring, a promise to her and to himself, he'd find a way to gaze upon the tracks she carved in time
and restore her from them.
He smiled a tiny smile and stroked the console, "you always did like her being here didn't ya old girl".
The Tardis dinged in agreement.
"Well, its never been done and it's impossible, I like our odds".
He grinned, a little menacing grin, and turned to a blue lever,
"Lets see, who would know anything about this… show me Sexy whom do I need to meet".
The Tardis, never one to skip a chance to show of how smart she was, wheezed away to meet just the gal for this job.