I'm not sure how often I'll be able to update this one but I got the idea and really wanted to write it. I'll do my best to update at least once a week. Let me know what you think. x
"Run, that's all we ever seem to do these days." A smirk moulding her features, the blonde sprinted, jumping upturned office chairs and 20th century computer monitors as she did so.
Watching her now, as she easily took the lead, Amy couldn't help but assume that the archaeologist used times like this to prove that she was faster than them – even in her killer heels. It wasn't much of a feat to be faster than a woman in her 8th month of pregnancy, but she ran in front nevertheless when others would have waited and helped.
Now, River wasn't complaining, she never did, but there was always that part of her that would hate running with the Doctor; the perpetual running from danger as opposed to straight to its core as she so longed. However, she knew the doctor was right in his decision, especially with Amy in her current condition. Part of her missed the days before he had fallen into her life, back when she was more of a 'shoot first ask questions later' kind of girl, but she wouldn't give him up for anything.
Reaching the blue box as it appeared in front of the pair, and watching the doors creak open with a snap of her fingers, River Song sighed, the realisation of what she would soon have to do making itself all too clear. She couldn't be here when Amy gave birth; it was too dangerous. She had only returned because of the doctor's mistake. He had returned the redhead to Leadworth, yes, but 10 years before she had left causing some problems when she tried to go home. Cut to when River had found her, huddled with Rory at the Leadworth post office, a mass of raptors attempting to purge the Earth of this discrepancy.
Pilling into the newly appeared TARDIS, the women, and Rory, had no time to catch their breath before the engines whirred into action, once more making their signature wheezing sound. Sat in the doorway, gasping, it was Rory that stood first, checking his wife was okay and once again reminding her of his nurse status.
"Sweetie," Though she found herself still out of breath, the blonde glanced up through her curls, purring slightly as she glanced at her man. On her feet once more, attention pulled by the engines, River made her way to the centre of the control room, her hand reaching for a lever, "It's not that difficult to take the brake off."
Her hand never found its way to the lever though as a brash move, on the Doctor's part, sent the ship careening to the left, all passengers going with it causing the machine to let out an audible groan of annoyance.
"Doctor!" This yell was from Rory as he attempted to balance long enough to reach his heavily pregnant wife who now lay where the force of the jolt had thrown her; on the floor below theirs, "Careful!"
Amy herself was groaning, a hand clutched to her stomach. As promptly as the engines had roared into life, they now halted, throwing those inside once more – she didn't like being flown roughly. His face a combination of anger and fear, the Timelord jogged to his injured companion's side, ignoring the blonde woman's wince of pain as she clutched at the railings though the ship's motion had long stopped. All eyes on Amy as she moaned in pain, the older woman was forgotten and left to collapse to her knees, no wounds visible. Their distraction was understandable however, as blood pooled from the redhead's protruding stomach. This was the first sign that River Song had stayed longer than she should.
That morning, River Song had awoken in the arms of her lover. Or rather, arm; the other one still handcuffed to the TARDIS control terminal from the night before. Yawning, she stretched out and stood, off in search of her caffeine fix. It was only when a throat cleared behind her that she turned to glance at the chained man attempting and failing to cover his modesty.
"Relax," A hand running through her hair, she watched with a smirk, "The TARDIS has seen it all before and we're the only two here."
"Yes, you told me that before you went to sleep, 32467 seconds ago." The Timelord rebuked, his voice a mixture of annoyance and amusement at the situation, still pulling at the cuff, "How many times do I have to tell you that Timelord's only sleep once per regeneration cycle. I've been sat here this whole time...what are you laughing at?"
The blond was indeed laughing, the sound oddly sweet to be coming from her. She knelt next to him, kissing him before softly biting his bottom lip, tugging at it slightly and purred in High Gallifreyan, "You are so alien. Any human man lying next to a naked woman would not have restrained themselves so well. Always the gentleman."
As a result of this, she herself seemed mighty alien, the words rolling off her tongue and to her lover's ear. Grabbing the sonic screwdriver from the jacket that had been haphazardly thrown in the passion of the night before, the woman undid the handcuffs. The second they were undone, her face was caught between two strong hands, evoking a small squeak to escape her lips as another pair crashed against them. She only spoke in his native tongue for two reasons; to get what she wanted and, less often, when they argued.
She broke the kiss, sitting back on her haunches as she placed a finger to his lips, the word she spoke still in the other's language, "Later." Returning to her own language, she added, "Coffee first."
The Doctor sighed, accepting defeat, but kept his eyes on the blonde as she wandered to the coffee machine, her mind now somewhere else.
"You said you're going to visit Amy today?" leaning back against the TARDIS railings as she waited for her cup of 'wake up juice' as she put it, she muttered as she played with her tousled hair, her tone greatly different from that of before "I might just stay in the TARDIS for a bit. Never was one for babies."
No matter how many times River would say this, no one would believe her. They'd all seen the way she had demanded the Doctor run more tests on the expectant mother. How protective she was of her whenever they ventured to a new planet. The only thing off about the way she reacted around Amy was her hesitancy to touch her or, more specifically, her stomach. She feigned illness whenever the redhead got close, telling her to stay back so the baby wouldn't get ill but all she had succeeded in doing was rousing suspicions.
"But if the baby's born, you'll be able to collect on your bet...unless it's a boy of course." Now fully clothed and pressing buttons on the ship's consol, he added, "But then, I suppose you've already seen it in the future...your past, so you'd know if it's a girl or not..."
Trailing off, he watched River from the corner of his eye, evermore concerned. It wasn't like her to hid from adventure, as she was now about to prove. She didn't need this, she hadn't even had her coffee yet. Abandoning the machine in favour of her mess of clothes at the other end of the room, she removed herself from the company of the Timelord and his incessant baby talk. She returned once half dressed, she returned into his line of sight, shoes in hand.
"Changed your mind yet? Or do you still need your coffee before you agree to come with me?" He held out the mug, joking playfully but stopped when he caught sight of her expression.
Stilettos now firmly upon her feet, she slipped the vortex manipulator onto her thin wrist, slapping down the button as she shouted, once more in Gallifreyan, "I have other things to do!" and promptly vanished.