River tutted disapprovingly at the sudden blackness, "I'll kill him," she muttered tugging her PDA from her belt. With some occasional murmurs and the odd shake of her blonde locks River Song managed to harness auxiliary power from a passing comet. The Tardis sprung into temporary life and was now illuminated by a dull orange glow. The console, she knew, would be unavailable until she could get to it and have a good look at any damage. Even with power restored it was impossible to access the security system. River let out a small cry of desperation as she tried to lock onto the Doctor's position - No luck.
She couldn't allow him to trap her in the Tardis; this would not become a game of cat and mouse. The power wouldn't last forever; she had to make her move now. Her trembling hands checked and double checked every lock. She silently cursed at herself; a Dalek didn't have the power to make her tremble, and yet somehow her lover did, well, what was left of him. She hurried to her bed and began stacking her pillows frantically; standing on them gave her only slight assistance. River clenched her eyes shut and hoped as she fired the squareness gun above her head. She'd never before used it on the Tardis; she hoped that the ancient machine would understand.
River fled, diary first, up through the square hole and onto the next floor of the Tardis. She fumbled with the gun settings, not quite understanding why she was bothering to waste this precious escape time. Firing at the hole with a reverse beam the gap was replaced, good as new.
"Sorry my love," she breathed gently scooping up her diary and taking off down the silent corridor.
He watched her fleeing from the end of the corridor. His lips curled into a predatory smirk. Equipped now with sonic he began to slowly pursue her. Long, slow, careful strides. He was the hunter and she his prey. He stalked her silently; distant enough to be hidden in the shadows every time she glanced nervously behind her – And it thrilled him. His hearts beat wildly yet his pace slowed. It was the most exciting part after all, the chase. Knuckles whitened as he clenched the screwdriver even more tightly in his fist. He could feel her fear; hear her rasping breaths as she widened the gap between them. The Doctor breathed in deeply, her scent would lead him to her, and he'd enjoy it. She was leading him further towards, what he considered to be his private study, of that he was certain.
River slipped into the drawing room, to her knowledge, unnoticed. She'd passed the drawing room many times, but never ventured inside. It was the Doctor's private study after all, his place to escape from, well, everything. It wasn't exactly what River had expected. The room was long and rectangular, bookcases lined the wall to her right, and low cabinets hosting two high shelves lined the left wall. Her eyes drank in the Time Lord's idea of calming isolation. The fireplace grinned at her from the bottom of the room, surrounded by clocks of all shapes and sizes, to the left of the fireplace stood a large, ancient grandfather clock. To the right sat what could only be the Doctor's chair, equipped with matching foot stool. River cursed the dim lighting partnered with the sinister flickering of the fireplace flames. She strode down the length of the room, stopping at the low coffee table perched a few feet in front of the fireplace. She slid her jacket off and tossed it onto the Doctor's chair. Her revealed belt boasted her own personal armoury as she began to stalk carefully around the room, PDA in hand. She was hardly surprised by the Doctor's collection of various 'alien' souvenirs. Dalek eye stalk, Cyberman chest plate, Ceramic mask of 'Liz 10', Ood translator sphere, earth radio, Chronon blocker… The list of clutter was endless.
River rolled her eyes, typical Doctor. Nothing looked disturbed; nothing looked particularly out of place. She shuffled the spread of papers on the coffee table, again, nothing remotely interesting or unusual.
"See anything you like?"
River closed her eyes in frustration – She'd forgotten to lock the door. She spun around, aiming her blaster directly between his eyes.
He glanced lazily down the barrel before turning his amused expression on her, "Hello Sweetie," he growled darkly.
River's stare was firm – He simply grinned, "Go on then," he told her, "Shoot me Professor Song" He stepped up to the gun, pressing hard against it with his forehead.
River stood her ground – She'd shoot him if she had to.