"River, it's simply ridiculous to think that you would be able to make something like that. And it's not nice to lie." He cocked an eyebrow, his eyes dark with flame.
"You still don't trust me do you?" She leaned back away from him so that she could read his reaction. "You assume that your 'bad-girl-River' couldn't actually make something beautiful? That I would actually steal something and pretend it's mine? Charming." She stood up, walked around him, brushing his arm as she did so. He stayed in the same position, bent over as if she had never moved. "You know it is possible that you are wrong about me. You call me Mrs Robinson like I'm the one always doing the chasing, but you love it, you enjoy the challenge. And yes, I might be an archaeologist but I didn't steal that." She turned away from him, more than a little hurt.
He stood up, a small smile on his face. "Prove it. Go on River. You say I'm wrong about you, that I'm going about this the wrong way. Prove it. Prove that you're trustworthy." She stood against the railings across from the table where the sphere sat. She held such fond memories of this room, where they first made love when she was the youngster and he knew oh, so much about her.
She'd dreamed of that first time in all the years since, the confident hands around her waist, the way her breathe hitched the first time his breath smoothed over the soft skin on her stomach, she remembered the way his hands were always finding themselves in her hair, the worship that he'd bestowed upon her that night. The feeling that she'd finally found her piece of the puzzle, the only thing that made her feel complete. Of course now, she understood the marked sadness he must have felt that night, knowing that despite it being her first time, it was to be his last.
She almost wished they could switch places, that she could be the one experiencing it all for the first time again, and again, and again. But she couldn't contend with the thought of him feeing this pain again.
"God you're annoying." She huffed, his smile turned into a smirk as he recalled the last time she said something similar.
As if on cue, the lights in the room went out. She heard his breath deepen, "River, what's going on?" He was panicking, assuming that the TARDIS had powered off, she could hear him flailing around trying to get a purchase on something solid due to his unfamiliarity with his surroundings. She smiled, so bumbling.
"Doctor. Stop panicking, if you stand still for a few second, you'll understand why she turned the lights off."
Authors notes: Whilst I am more than aware that any fan would agree that River has proven time and time again her trustworthiness and love for the Doctor she, at this point isn't aware that she's died for him (numerous times), nor that she confessed her greatest knowledge, his true name. I am however hoping to cover all of this when I write this story from The Doctors perspective.
