Chapter 2: Meet the Mrs.

Oh, he was always so dramatic, River thought. At least he relaxed at the sound of her voice, yet he didn't turn around. It worried her. "Doctor?"

"Get. Out."

She didn't know how to respond. Frankly, she had thought that he would be relieved that she was here. The TARDIS had told her that he had been brooding over his past companions again, so River escaped Stormcage as quickly as she could. Yet, there was something about his demeanor towards her that...frightened her. She decided to not respond, but to slowly step forward. However, she was barely able to take a step towards her husband before he reacted to her intentions.

"I said," The Doctor proclaimed a bit louder, slowly turning around to face her in a way that made her feel uneasy; he walked up to her so that they were inches apart. "Leave." he said, barely above a whisper, but his voice was gruff and dark. It reminded her of how he would talk to the Daleks or Madame Kovarian. What could make him talk to her with such toned down fury? "What's happened, Sweetie?" She inquired with as much concern as she could muster. She had to make him realize that she was on his side. "What's wrong?"

"Where are you?" He asked as he bore his eyes into hers. He wasn't in the mood to be played with by a River that was already dead and gone. He had been seeing her just pop up every once in a while with her curly brown hair and gleaming green dress. It had been difficult to continue his happy-go-lucky facade for Clara while almost every other thing he said was commented on by a "what once was" of his wife, ghosting around him. Granted, she wasn't wearing the same green dress; she had on the gray one she wore in Florida. "I'm right here, Sweetie. Oh, but you mean where am I in our timeline, well the last thing we did was-" She was reaching for her diary, but was cut off by him pulling her into a hug, which was extraordinarily loving for The Doctor; his head burying into her hair.

"Early." The Doctor said slowly pulling back after awhile. "At least... Earlier than I thought you were." He said with the first genuine smile he had given in weeks. "Is that a bad thing?" River wondered, beginning to worry that she may not be good enough for him right now. Not that she was insecure, but that she wanted to be able to help... And maybe she would be a bit disappointed if she wasn't good enough, but she'd never even admit that to herself. "Oh, no, no, no! AH, well...spoilers." The Doctor had begun to worry that he had upset her, but he could tell she was alright (At least, he hoped so.) He just had to make sure that he caught himself before revealing anything about her future.

"So...been keeping out of trouble, I hope." The Doctor flirted, lightening the mood. He was finally completely comfortable with the whole back-and-forth banter he had with his wife. "Ah, well...that would be no fun at all, would it?" "I'll take that as a no, then?" The Doctor asked with a smirk. "You can if you like." "Oh, I do." The Doctor said in a lower voice, stepping a bit closer to her. "What are you covered in, Dear? …With all of that vinegar on you, you'll probably fly the TARDIS into salad bar before you even touch the console." River teased. "Ha! And you call yourself the child of the TARDIS, when apparently, according to you, I can fly her without even touching the controls!" He retorted. "It wasn't a compliment, Sweetie. At this point, all you're succeeding in is making me very hungry." She said with a sly grin. He began to trace his hands up and down her shoulder, while beginning to become a bit more serious. "Oh, River... I have missed you." He said as he gazed into her eyes. "And I you, My Love." River responded as The Doctor began to lean in, River closing the distance between them.

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The Doctor had been acting so strange the past few weeks. He had been taking her on such extraordinary adventures, lately. Not that The Doctor's adventures weren't always fantastic, but he had been extra careful to make sure that she was delighted with every detail of every one of their trips, as if he thought she'd be turned off by the slightest displeasure. Then, the TARDIS wasn't at all helping her to find out what was wrong with him. If Clara didn't know any better, she'd say that the TARDIS was making sure that she couldn't help The Doctor! Which, actually, made absolutely no sense to her, since she was sure that the TARDIS loved The Doctor just as much as she...

Clara had thought about it before: Her relationship with The Doctor. It hardly seemed possible, seeing as he wasn't even human, but sometimes they'd look into each other's eyes after an adventure, and she'd just KNOW that he felt something. She began to fix her fresh new clothes she had just put on, from taking a shower, in the mirror. Setting out to find The Doctor and confront him about his feelings, she began to walk towards the Console room. Of course, she'd be VERY gentle about how she'd bring up the subject, so she decided that she'd start by asking him if he was alright, and if anything had been bothering him. There had to be a reason for how he kept doting on her, whether he was smitten with her or not, he knew that she was more than capable of taking care of herself.

As she arrived in the Console room, she found no trace of a bow tie wearing Time Lord, yet she did find a trace of vinegar leading into the depths of the TARDIS. As she followed the trail, she found, after several minutes, that it ended at a door at the end of a corridor. As she pressed the red door seal button, she found The Doctor inside, just... standing there. He was sort of shifting from side to side at times, but not much. "Doctor?" She called his name, but he didn't seem to respond. She wasn't even sure that he could hear her. He must feel terribly forlorn, Clara thought. She slowly began to enter the wide, circular, white room. As she neared him, she noticed that there was someone else there, too. But why is he or she so close to him? Oh, girl hands. So it's a her! Why are her hands wrapped around his neck? She wondered. Maybe the Doctor's in trouble! Clara deduced. She turned to see the side of him, and noticed that he had his hands around her waist and was... Oh my gosh! She thought. He's snogging her! "Doctor!" She yelled, a bit agitated. The Doctor instantly broke off the kiss with the mystery woman and pushed her about a few inches away from him - So apparently he wanted the woman near him, Clara thought with a twinge of sadness.

The Doctor cleared his throat. "Um, h-hello...Clara. ...Well... Um this," he gestured towards River, "Is, umm... Well, she's my... Um, she's-" "Professor River Song," River said, shaking Clara's hand, "Archaeologist." "Um, yes! Right, yes! This is River Song. My wife." He stumbled along. "Your what?!" Clara demanded. The Doctor wasn't sure how Clara wanted him to respond this time, so he resulted in showing her: lacing his fingers through River's.

As River leaned her head on The Doctor's shoulder, she noticed that Clara seemed to be glaring at her, yet once River looked back at Clara she turned away. That's odd, River thought. The companions I've met, that were sure they were in love with The Doctor, always seemed to tease him about me, not give me death glares. Even my mum, who proceeded to attempt sexual advances on The Doctor after I had left, had been okay with the thought of me being the Doctor's wife. Which, actually, is a bit unsettling to think about, she thought. Of course, it made sense for them to have a bit of animosity towards her, it just...never happened. Oh well, she thought, first time for everything.

"That was awful!" "I LOVED this!" "I mean.. it was alright." "I HAVE A REALLY GOOD IDEA, if you want to hear it."

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