[CHAPTER ONE: Bowties]
A loud boom.
The Doctors eyes snap open. 'River!' he utters instinctively, even though he hasn't got any idea what just happened. Phew, his subconscious utters, as the alien blinks a couple of times, the eyes adjusting to the surrounding, now finding a big busted woman leaning on one of the poles of the large pale shaded blue coloured bed.
'Hello Sweetie' the woman utters slightly seductively.
'River. What are you doing here Ahhh-' The doctor pressing his hand immediately to his forehead not able to continue due to the sudden sting of pain. Placing a finger to her lips she winks back. She won't tell me, the alien concludes, with a sigh as the woman doesn't utter a word, rather she looks at the bright pumpkin coloured curved TARDIS walls, as if in deep thought.
'River. Is there any reason why you are here.' the Doctor tries again hoping not to sound to disturbed whilst he tries his best to neaten out his messy brown locks. 'And why are there cables running from my body?', the Doctor glances from beneath the top of his bed sheets to spot a couple more on his bare chest, pretty accurately placed on top of both his hearts.
'Spoilers, the woman responds', and gracefully heads out of the room, the a familiar black dress catching his eye.
'Hey! Wait up! River!' he booms. And without a care, rapidly rips off the cables, and follows the woman through the endless corridors of the TARDIS into the main control room.
'Nice boxers, but seriously bowties the woman chimes as she fiddles with the main controls.
Glancing down The Doctor realises what she is talking about as his white boxers, chequered with red bowties are in clear view, quickly he covers part of his body with the doorway. 'Bowties are cool' he retorts with as much confidence as possible, even though half his body is still covered by the doorway.
Yeah yeah, stick to it being a neck accessory sweetie' she replies winking.
'You still haven't told me what you are doing here.. I mean how could you have gotten in here.. I was flying through space, no where near any planets-'
River starts to laugh, inevitably making Elevens eyebrow raise.
'You weren't meant to take those cables off.' River goes on a tangent, now playing with her curly light brunette hair ends. The Doctor has both arms crossed and persists with a cold stare, hoping she understands he doesn't have time for any silly games.
'You weren't 'flying', nor were you in or near any planets. You hadn't been like that for a long time.' River continues, thankfully on topic, looking at the display and fiddling with a few more TARDIS controls.
'Well.. you seem to know everything. Go on. What is going on?'
'Angels'
'What! Where?!' the Doctor no longer hiding behind the door frame, both hearts quickening.
The woman is silent.
'..put some clothes on sweetie.' after what seems like minutes of awkward silence.
Eleven blushing concedes to the woman's' request.
'I can't fight the Angels like this' he chuckles, noticing River smiling.
'I will only be a minute. But when I get back you have to tell me what is going on..and no zapping yourself out of this one.' he commands to the woman before turning to walk back through the maze like corridors of the TARDIS. Hopefully River heard me, the alien wonders. Only to hear a very distant 'Yes Sweetie'.
After what seemed like years, due to deciding what colour bowtie to wear, styling his messy brown locks and singing gracefully to the chorus of the song 'Staying Alive' that booms throughout his room (luckily it is soundproof, or the whole universe would hear!), the Doctor eventually deciding on his usual attire accustomed with his favourite red bowtie, fez and suspenders heads back to the main control room through the endless TARDIS corridors to the main control room.
Brushing invisible dust off his white buttoned top, he chimes over-enthusiastically. 'Honey I am home, let us kill some so called Angels.'
Only to be increasingly frustrated, the alien notices he is now once again alone, blaming himself very temporarily (maybe he should have turned down the music a notch or two) and then agreeing that River likes using her vortex manipulator too much.
'River!' he yells, sounding more exhausted than frustrated. The Doctor for once in his 900+ years of existence, knowing that even though he has the entire universe in his fingertips, is sitting on the stairs in the main room, and is unable to decide what to do next thus accepting this new foreign feeling of boredom. Hands clasped together as if in prayer the Doctor closes his eyes as if to contain his mixed feelings. 'River. Please stop doing this. I need you' he whispers before whisking away down a small spiral staircase that leads beneath the time rotor, to do maintenance work.