So this is my first ever fanfic and I'm not very good at writing, but I wanted to give it a go, so don't be too hard on me c: This is just a thought that popped randomly into my head.
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who nor any of its characters...yet :)
The Doctor straightened the lapels of his new jacket and fiddled with his newly cut hair, trying to distract himself from thoughts of the past few hours. He leaned against the TARDIS console and closed his eyes. Darillium, oh what a night it had been. It had been his last night with his River; no more adventures. She was headed for the Library and he was headed for Utah; it seemed fitting.
The Library.
"Let me do this!"
"If you die here it'll mean I've never met you."
"Time can be rewritten!"
"Not those times, not one line. Don't you dare! It's okay. It's okay. It's not over for you. You'll see me again. You've got all of that to come. You and me. Time and space. You watch us run."
"River you know my name. You whispered my name in my ear. There's only one way I would ever tell anyone my name. There's only one time I could."
"Hush now…Spoilers."
The clock ticked down to zero, there was a blinding light, and she was gone.
It had been so hard for him not to say anything, not to warn her, not to beg her not to go. She had no idea that this trip she was to go on in a week would end in her death. He smiled bitterly at the thought of how excited she had been when she told him about it.
"The Library, Doctor. Can you imagine? An entire planet filled with all of the books ever written… No one's entered it in a hundred years, you know. They say…"
She had trailed off at this point, noticing the look of pain that crossed his face, the tears that threatened to fall down his cheeks. She asked him what was wrong, her eyes filled with concern and unconditional love, but he had only whispered, "Spoilers," and kissed her softly, not wanting to waste time with a thing such as sadness when this was his last night with her.
He mentally shook himself as if to rid his mind of all his unwanted thoughts. The TARDIS hummed and he opened his eyes and gazed around the empty console room. Alone. Again. A madman and his box.
He slowly turned to face the console and put in the coordinates for Utah. What was the point in putting it off any longer? Once the "Vwoorp, Vwoorp," sound of the TARDIS had stopped and he knew they had landed, he walked down the steps and out the door, unable to bring himself to give the TARDIS a last goodbye.
He was stunned by the sight before him. This was most definitely not 1969 Utah. This was where he just left. This was River's house. He stared sadly at the house for a moment then turned to go back into the TARDIS only to find that she wouldn't allow him back in. Of course. She had taken him where he "needed to go." But this time she was wrong, he didn't need to be here, he didn't want to be here. He leaned his forehead against the TARDIS, wondering why the Old Girl had brought him here.
He sighed and turned around and made his way up the path to the steps. He took the steps two at a time and stopped in front of the door. He straightened his bow tie, took a deep breath and knocked gently. He rocked anxiously on the balls of his feet; he had no idea where this River was in their time streams…he could only hope it was his River.
After a few moments he heard the light pad of bare feet make their way to the door and the soft click of it unlocking. The door opened and there she stood in a tank top and shorts, barefooted and as beautiful as ever, her hair down and in an unruly mess, just like he liked it.
He smiled lopsidedly, "Good evening, Doctor Song."
"Hello, Doctor."
His smile faltered at this, her voice was absent of its usual River-ness and when he looked into her eyes, his hearts almost stopped. Her eyes were void of the love and devotion he was so used to seeing.
He plastered the grin back on his face, "May I come in?"
She hesitated then stepped aside, allowing him to walk in, then softly closed the door behind him. She slipped past him and walked into the kitchen without a word.
His hearts felt like they had dropped to the floor. This was not the River he had gotten so used to seeing. She didn't welcome him with a coy smile, or with a "Hello Sweetie," or some other clever line. The sashaying of her hips as she walked was gone and there was no flirtatious edge to her voice.
He wouldn't say she was angry, but she was definitely not happy with him. Oh goodness, what had his younger self done this time? At the beginning, his beginning, he had been so cold and untrusting…how he wished he could take those days back.
He straightened his bow tie again and followed her into the kitchen. He found her facing away from him, gripping the edge of the countertop so tightly that her knuckles had turned white. Yep, definitely unhappy.
"Why are you here, Doctor?"
Her voice sounded so bitter, so empty.
"I…I wanted to see you, of course."
"So the TARDIS brought you here, did she?"
She spun around and he involuntarily took a step back, surprised by the look of…of…was that hate he saw flash in her eyes?
"Well you tell her to take you back to wherever you came from. I don't want you here. I don't want to ever see you again. Just go back into that blue box of yours and fly off and don't ever come back."
He stared at her, stunned and hurt, able to tell from the icy tone of her voice that she was as serious as death itself. He quickly pulled out his little blue book and flipped through it hurriedly.
"River…River, where are we?"
He needed to know. What had he done? He could fix this. He could. He had to.
"Have we done Asgard, yet?"
He looked up to see her leaning against the counter, her arms folded and her jaw set.
"Yes."
He looked back down and flipped through the book again.
"The Pits of Palanthos?"
"Yes."
Flip flip.
"America? The Silence?"
"Yes."
He flipped some more, realizing this was a River that knew him well. He flipped to the almost very beginning of his book.
"Crash of the Byzantium…?"
"Yes."
He froze; he knew there was only one more left. He looked up at her to see bitter tears forming in her eyes, breaking the expressionless mask she had been wearing so well.
"River…have we done The Library?"
"Yes."
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