"Sweetie?" she gasped between breaths. "What on earth did you say to him?"
He glanced across at her as they ran. "Nothing. Much."
"I thought you were just going to distract him while I broke into the safe."
"I did."
She looked over her shoulder at the armored soldiers rushing down the corridor behind them. "Good job," she observed.
He grinned sheepishly. "Who knew 'weather' had an alternate meaning for the Kalarhi?" When she opened her mouth to point out that she, in fact, did, he continued, "Oh...shut up."
Despite their situation, and the fact their pace was leaving her uncharacteristically short of breath, she couldn't help but laugh. "At least I managed my part." She held up the case which contained the only known samples of the nanovirus Commander Catar had been using to hold his world hostage. "You've saved another one, dear."
"We've saved another one," he corrected her. A blaster bolt smashed into the wall next to him and he risked another glance behind them. "Though I will admit I'd feel better about it if we weren't being shot at. Again."
River grabbed his hand and pulled him around the corner; the TARDIS stood before them. As they skidded to a halt in front of it, the Doctor snapped his fingers and they pushed inside. She pulled the door shut behind them as he rushed to the console and slammed the lever home to dematerialize the ship.
He was fiddling with the controls – he would have said adjusting, but she knew better – as she slowly climbed the stairs to join him. She leaned into the console, strangely light-headed after their escape.
The Doctor glanced at her sharply. "You okay?"
She nodded and took a deep breath to steady her breathing. "Yeah. I'm fine."
He continued to watch her closely. "You sure?"
She nodded again. "Yeah." Then, straightening back up, she smiled at him. "See?"
After another intense look so brief she might have imagined it, he returned her smile. "Good." Then, pointing to the box she still held, he continued, "Now, let's get rid of that and then, Doctor Song, tea and bed?"
She laughed and took a step closer to him. "Oh. Absolutely." Then, reaching up to slowly pull loose one end of his tie, she suggested, "Only... You know... Not necessarily in that order."
-o-o-o-o-o-o-
The next morning – or what passed for morning on the TARDIS – River woke to find her husband had already left their bed. Since she didn't really feel up to eating at the moment, she skipped the kitchen and headed straight to the console room. He was there, working the controls. Of course. "So, back to prison for me then?" she asked.
He looked across at her, seeming momentarily confused. "What?"
She pointed toward the doors. "Stormcage?"
He shook his head distractedly before turning back to the monitor hanging in front of him. "Oh. No. Not Stormcage. Not for awhile, at least," he mumbled, wringing his hands together.
"Why ever not?"
His face popped out from behind the monitor and he stared at her for a full moment before breaking into a huge grin. "Because, dearest River," he explained, laughing in delight as he spun the screen around so she could see her full body scanned on its display, "You're pregnant."