Little Blue Book

A/N: DISCLAIMER (1): I do not own Doctor Who or any of its characters. Everything expressed in these short stories are products of my imagination playing in BBC's playground with its characters. I make no money from these, they are purely for my own entertainment. I will also be using specific scenes and lines for the show, so if something is familiar, 9 times out of 10 it is probably because you have seen/heard it before…and it belongs to BBC. DISCLAIMER (2): Each chapter in this collection is set to a poem of Christopher Poindexter. His poetry is so tragically beautiful and I found that so many could be applied to my favorite Doctor Who characters. So I did just that. You should check him out on instagram christopherpoindexter

I had an interview today at Luna University to study archeology. I know it must sound ridiculous, it sounds that way to my own ears, but I miss you. I miss you, I miss my mother and father, and I miss that big blue box. Ever since I laid my hands over that console…

Well now I'm just getting sentimental.

I don't do sentimental. Or do I?

I don't know who I am or who I'm supposed to be. You didn't leave me any clues or tips! You left me here to figure it out on my own, so I am just winging it. You knew me. You knew everything about me. And that terrifies me. But you know what, Sweetie, I kinda like it! What was that word you used again? Spoilers. Yes, that was it. I like the sound of that word.

I know you couldn't tell me, but there was a fondness in your eyes. A fondness, not for who I am now, but who I will become. And I look forward to meeting her someday. I want what she has; she has you. She has love.

All I want,

All I've ever wanted, since the bones in me began to grow,

Is to know love,

And for love, too,

To know me.

I'm going to be an archeologist. I'm going to have adventures of my own and learn everything history has to offer me. I'll be looking for you, Sweetie. Will you be looking for me too?

A/N: Please Review and let me know how I'm doing! Chapter three done and gone. If you haven't guessed, these will be in a linear progression from both the Doctor's point of view and River's. Therefore, they will (sort of) be going in opposite directions, just like they should be in the show. Today's poem was "All I want, All I've ever wanted, since the bones in me began to grow, is to know love, and for love, too, to know me." –From the brilliant mind of Christopher Poindexter.