Chapter Four... Hope you like it!
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"Idle gossip?"
"Archeology."
"Same thing."
River Song scraped away at the dirt carefully. Although she was impatient, having to tolerate opposite timestreams had brought out the patience in her, and when the prison told her she would be granted leave for a few days because a certain archeology expidition needed her expertise, she jumped at the oppurtunity. And when she woke up one morning and found a letter on her bedside table in the Doctor's scrawl handwriting, suggesting where they should search, River went to it.
"River-" one of the archeologists started.
"Professor Song," she said, correcting him. The young man rolled his eyes.
"Professor Song," he retorted, his voice heavy with sarcasm. River chose to ignore it. "You're searching in the complete wrong region, we have documented evidence that the Queen's remains will be somewhere over here," he said, guesturing in a different place.
"No, it's going to be here," she decided.
"How do you know that?" he exclaimed, frustrated. River shrugged.
"I just know." The young man walked away, not bothering with reason. Obviously she was a convict for a reason... That was when River found it. It was small, an odd, little object; she couldn't tell what it was at first, but she knew whatever it was, it was what the Doctor was talking about; she scraped the ancient dirt off of it, and then she realized what it was.
A ring.
The "ever-helpful" archeologist saw her discovery and immediately scampered over.
"What's that?" he demanded in his needy-puppy-dog voice. "Did you find some of the Queen's jewerlly?" River was about to say yes, when she saw it.
"No," she said. "It's, um, mine."
"That's not yours!" he replied indignantly. "It's covered in dirt!"
"Look," River said, showing it to him. "The diamond's kind of blue-ish, that means it's a Canadian diamond. And those have only been excavated on earth since the late 20th, early 21st century." The man looked aprhensive.
"You sure?" he asked.
"I'm a woman; I'm not going to get my diamonds wrong." The young man didn't say anything in fear of being sexist or contradicting the felon; either way, he doubted it would end well for him. She scraped off some more dirt and slipped it onto her left ring finger; fit perfectly.
"My fiancee gave it to me," she mused, assuming that was now that right word.
"You have a fiancee?" he demanded, shocked anyone would want to be associated with her. She was pretty enough, but he thought that she might be less than sane...
"Yes;" she said smugly. "Believe or not, two negatives make a positive."
"What?" he asked, confused. Her eyes sparkled with enthusiasm.
"Two crazy people make one relatively functional couple." The young man left, just wanting to leave the crazy woman. River admired her ring for a few moments, a Canadian diamond on platnium... She supposed that was what he meant when he told her that they got "remarried". She got back to work, but still, couldn't help but think that if the diamond was just a little less see-through, a little darker... It might just be TARDIS blue.
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