Hurricane Drunk
Chapter 2.

Author's Note: Ah dear. Not the best at updating, am I? Poor Hurricane Drunk. All you lovely reviewers of the first chapter made me smile so much. :') Honestly, you're all amazing. *showers you luffly people in cookies*
So, despite being utterly overdue, a new chapter! It's based on an amazing song covered by Tyler Ward. ^^ It's a bit short, but I'll update this story more often, now – I'll try to. I promise. I've just suffered from a serious case of writers block for the past...year? And this is what spurted out of it. Not too sure if I like it or not…Oh well. You guys enjoy, ok? :)

So, this one's set a week after the first chapter. It's the Doc's point of view. And if you're a bit confused, all "HOW?" and "WHY?", stuffs will be explained in more detail in Chapter Number 3!

Oh, and look down there, at that poor lonely review button… Aww. You know you want to click it. Go on. I dare you… ;)

Much luff for you readerrrs.
~ TheShatteredLight


"If you're going out,

With someone new,

Then I'm going out,

With someone too."

Somewhere With You
- Tyler Ward

He felt her lips move against his. It was mechanical, like a machine. Written, unwritten, and then written again. Not unlike clockwork, it ticked over, and he held his breath, waiting, shielding his ears from the sound of silk against tweed. Yes. This was it. The climax moment, everything that was ever supposed to be was now being. He could feel her heart, her hair, her sweeping curves. Like a routine check, a timetable, a plan, a script, the winds of the universe to which he rode, he listened and he followed. Guided by her gentle hand, always. He was a free man, but bound by the laws she set before him, never straying beyond her infinite embrace. Falling, forever falling, but never staying. She wouldn't let him. She always kept him moving, running, fleeing, whenever he got too close. Like the delicate skin of a human hand, drawing back from the brightest flame. She was the water, the release.

She kept him from getting hurt.

Saved him from the scars.

But he could see now, with every breath and every sigh, her face. Her beautiful face. Not this face. Not the face he kissed now. Not the face which had been made for him, puzzled him, enticed him. No.

The universe had failed.

The Doctor drew back. The engine stuttered, stumbled, sparked. He felt a jolt in his gut. A warning. Stop this. He ignored it. "River-"

But she already knew. Of course she did. "I know." A weary smile crossed her features, a thousand words swarming the air between them, stifling them, crawling down their throats.

"I'm sorry." He reached out, holding her by the shoulders, fixing her in his gaze.

She nodded, looked up at him. "A good man."

He smiled. "There are many..."