Disclaimer: Really? If I owned Doctor Who or anything involving the character's, more of what I write would happen in the show. I don't own the lyrics to any of the songs I am using and I certainly don't own any of the characters.
Author's Note: Alrighty, I have decided to write a companion piece to my other story but this time using songs and prompts. It's pretty much an Ipod Challenge but I used a MP3. I use an MP3. MP3's are cool. Anyway, not all of the chapter's will focus on River and the Doctor but most of them will. One or two will feature my character's Sarah and Caitlyn (also a sneak peek at another character I haven't introduced yet). Otherwise it's just River and the Doctor being a cute couple. Oh, it helps if you listen to the song as you read! Please, read and review!
Song: The Poet and the Pendulum by Nightwish
Chapter One: Blue Skies (The Introduction)
The End
The Songwriter's dead
The Blade fell upon him
Taking him to the white lands
Of Empathica
Of Innocence
Empathica
Innocence
The Doctor's mind whizzed into action. Binary passed behind his eyelids and the Doctor felt his thought's speed quickly to the front of his mind.
"Did it work?"
The Doctor opened his eyes to a deep blue sky, void of clouds. The tops of green trees lined his vision and he looked down, his eyes scanning the area.
The Dreamer and the wine
Poet without a rhyme
A widow writer, torn apart by chains of hell
One last perfect verse
Is still the same old song
Oh Christ how I hate what I have become
Take me home
The Doctor rotated in a small circle, his boot heel digging deep into the soft grass. His eyes rotate and land on the large community home. A small smile crosses his face when everything fell into place.
"Doctor!"
His eyes fell upon the figure which had shouted his name. Charlotte Abigail Lux moved quickly over to him, her joyful face greeted him warmly.
"CAL, how are you?" The Doctor asked gleefully, his arms reaching down to pick her up and swing her in a circle.
"Perfectly fine! Anita, Miss Evangelista, and I made cookies. Come on so you can talk to me." Cal said excitedly, her tiny hand pulling the Doctor towards the home.
Get away, run away, fly away
Lead me astray, to dreamer's hide away
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, the whore for the cold world
Forgive me
I have but two faces
One for the world
One for God
Save me
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, the whore for the cold world
CAL led the Doctor quickly through the house, stopping once they reached the kitchen. CAL hopped onto one of the stools and grabbed one of the sweets.
"Come sit, they won't be here long when the Dave's hear there are cookies." CAL bit into the cookie, chocolate falling onto her chin.
The Doctor moved into a seat and picked up a cookie, biting into it before he spoke. "Viff iv ha bet cookee eva!"
CAL laughed and finished her own before she retrieved milk for them. "So, Doctor, tell me what happened."
Swallowing the cookie and draining the milk, the Doctor fiddled with the white sleeve of his jacket. "I died." He said simply.
"Explain." CAL said, her eyes set on his face.
"You've been around River too long." The Doctor shrugged but continued. "I sent out letters to a few friends to meet me in Utah in the United States. Look it up sometime, it's wonderful! Anywho, before I went to meet them, I came to the Library and set up a system that allowed my consciousness to be downloaded here when my body died. It's all very complicated and had something to do with an angry badger that I poked with a spoon…" The Doctor trailed off and looked at CAL.
My home was there and then
Those meadows of heaven
Adventure filled days
One with every smiling face
Please no more words
Thoughts from a severed head
No more praise
Tell me once my heart goes right
Take me home
River glared at the lake, her reflection showing the pain in her heart. It had been an eternity since she had seen him. Her Doctor. The Doctor that loved her and trusted her , held her hand when they ran, held her when she was upset.
Now she would never get that again.
Get away, run away, fly away
Lead me astray, to dreamer's hideaway
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, the whore for the cold world
Forgive me
I have but two faces
One for the world,
One for God
Save me
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, the whore for the cold world
Whore for this cold world
Whore for this cold world
CAL's small smile looked sad and the Doctor's eyes widened in fright.
"Is River okay?"
Sensing where the Doctor's thoughts were going, CAL placed a small hand on his face.
"Don't worry, she is fine. She was fine living here for the first year or so, than she became increasingly restless. After the restlessness passed, River became distant and depressed." CAL felt tears in her eyes as she thought of her friend.
"Does she… Has she – um … will she…" The Doctor placed his face in his hands, words failing him.
"She hasn't tried anything," CAL supplied, her face lighting up. "She will be happy to see you."
"You think?" The Doctor looked up at CAL, "I have missed her, more than I have a right too."
CAL reached her hand out towards him. "It won't be long until everyone knows you're here. You want her to be the first to know, right?"
The Doctor smiled and grasped her hand.
Sparkle, my scenery
With turquoise waterfall
With beauty underneath
The ever free
Tuck me in, beneath the blue
Beneath the pain, beneath the rain
Goodnight kiss, for a child in time
Swaying blades, my lullaby
On the shore, we sat and hoped
Under the same pale moon
Whose guiding light chose you
Chose you all.
The walk to the lake ended up with the /doctor watching River by himself. He stayed hidden, downwind from River, quietly observing her from afar.
The time spent in here had taken the entire military-like demeanor from her body. Her hair reached past her waist and the smile lines had been replaced with those of frown lines.
She had never looked more beautiful.
I'm afraid, I'm so afraid
Being raped again, and again, and again
I know I will die alone
But loved
You live long enough to hear the sounds of guns
Long enough to find yourself screaming every night
And if you want
Long enough to see your friends betray you
For years have I been strapped unto this alter
Now I only have three minutes and counting
I just wish the tide would catch me first
And give me the death I have always longed for
"Why did he have to be so selfish? Why couldn't he let me die?" River's glare intensified briefly before it slips, one lone tear trailing down her face.
She felt the urge to kick and scream arise in her. Fighting the urge, River looked around at the calm surroundings.
"How dreadfully boring."
Her thoughts drifted to the last adventure she had with the Doctor before the Library. The Crash of the Byzantium. She smiled fondly at the thought of fighting the Weeping Angels.
Then there were the Singing Towers of Derillium. The Doctor had crossed his own time-line to see her. She now understood why he was so upset. They stayed there all night, the Doctor holding her tightly until he dropped her back off. She missed the feel of his arms wrapped around her.
Second robber to the right of Christ
Cut in half – infanticide
The world will rejoice today
As the crows feast on the rotting Poet
Everyone must bury their own
No pack to bury the heart of stone
Now he is home in Hell – serves him well
Slain on his grave as they came
The Doctor catches sight of a tear as it trailed down her face. He watches as her face twists into a stony expression. One of sadness. The exact same one he remembered she wore in the restaurant in Utah, many years ago.
The morning down upon his alter
Remains of the dark passion play
Performed by his friends without shame
Spitting on his grave as they came
Making up his mind, the Doctor began walking towards River, his hearts thumping faster.
"River…" His voice came out as a soft plea. Wincing internally, the Doctor felt his ears burn red at the tone of his voice.
~River's Point of View~
River froze at the sound of her name. She hadn't heard that voice in a long time. Surely she had imagined it again.
"River,"
Turning towards the sound of her voice, River felt her chest constrict as she met his eyes. Her blue-grey eyes drifted slowly over his angular face before coming to rest on his smooth green eyes.
Get away, run away, fly away
Lead me astray, the dreamer's hideaway
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, the whore for the cold world
Forgive me
I have but two faces
One for the world
One for God
Save me
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, the whore for the cold world
Be still my son
You're home
Oh when did you, become so cold?
The blade will keep on descending
All you need is to feel my love
Search for beauty, find your shore
Try to save them all, bleed no more
You have such oceans within
In the end
I will always love you
"Is it you? I mean the real you – not my imagination?" River asked, her voice trembling.
The Doctor stopped a few meters in front of her and looked down at his white boots, white trousers, completely white outfit like hers. His hand reaches up to fiddle with his ever present bow-tie.
"It's me, I promise." He looks back up at her and watches as she thinks.
"Utah…" She whispers finally.
He nods, his voice failing him again. Instead of a slap like he expected, River grinned and ran at him. Flinging her arms around his neck, she lets her tears flow freely.
"I can finally give you the forever I couldn't before, that is if you still want me." He whispers in her ear.
Pulling back, she smiles and laughs a little, her hands sliding down to rest over his hearts. "Shut up." She whispers and leans forward, molding her lips to his perfectly.
The beginning.
(A/N 2) Sorry it's a bit cheesy but I think it was okay. I'm American so please ignore the American usage of terms. I do use a lot of British terms but I'm still American and don't always use them. Thanks for reading and the next chapter will be soon. Promise! Reviews make me happy and keep me writing.