Amy groaned. There were no adventures. Pretty much, they were walking back and forth between John's flat and the Tyler mansion, and her feet were getting really sore.

Rory could tell she was uncomfortable by the way she leaned into his shoulder with a grimace on her face. He put his arm around her shoulder, telling her that once the Doctor's plan was all settled, they would go back to the TARDIS and have a bit of a spa day; just the two of them.

"That sounds wonderful," she sighed. "What did I do to deserve you?"
"Oh, you existed," he grinned.

"You're so stupid," she laughed.

"Yeah, I know."

The Doctor couldn't help but think that's the kind of relationship John and Rose would have if they were still together. Teasing and flirting. And when it came down to it, really passionate love.

"John, I need to talk to you!"

"What now?" John asked, opening the door. "What?"

"I feel really bad about this whole thing about Rose, so I'm going to help you!"

"Help me in what way?"

"Well, I've met a really nice girl tonight, and I think you two would really hit it off."

"So, what a blind date?"

"Exactly!" The Doctor exclaimed, patting John on the shoulder. "A blind date! You know, to help you."

John shrugged. "I don't know. Don't you think it's a bit soon?"

"Soon?" Amy asked. "It's been months! It's time to get back on that saddle, John, and take life by the reigns!"

"Motivational Amelia Pond, everyone," Rory said, clapping.

John tugged nervously at his ear, and the Doctor immediately remembered all the times he did that when he was nervous.

"I think it will really help you," the Doctor said, looking John in the eyes. Wow; his eyes really were dark. How come he never noticed before?

John gulped thickly. "Alright. I'll… I'll give it a try."

"Excellent. Amy, come back here tomorrow to help John prepare. Rory, you will be going to the girl's house to help her prepare. And River?" The Doctor turned to his curly-haired wife. "You will be my date."

"Of course, sweetie," River smiled. "Who else would I date?"

"Excellent," he said again. "Amy will be over here tomorrow at four!"

John half-smiled, "Thanks."

"You're welcome. Come along, Ponds," the Doctor said, taking them downtown to check into a hotel.

Amy sighed, plopping down on the big, fluffy bed. She cuddled into the pillow and smiled.

"It feels nice to just relax," she murmured.

"Tell me about it," Rory replied, sitting down on the bed and taking off his shoes. "Oi, Doctor!"

"Yesssss?" The Doctor asked, pulling off his bowtie and setting it on the vanity.

"I really don't think I need to say it, but we are sharing a room. So no funny business with my daughter."

A laugh escaped the Doctor's lips. He watched Rory from the mirror. "No funny business shall occur, I assure you, Rory."

Rory grinned. "Good. Because I don't want to have to get out my shotgun."

"As if you could handle a shotgun."

"Oi!"

River emerged from the steaming bathroom in her pajamas, her curly hair less curly since she took a shower.

She sat on the edge of the bed she was sharing with the Doctor. "You two are very funny," she commented. "I could hear you."

"Tomorrow…" The Doctor jumped onto the bed, but since he was so clumsy, he fell off. He got up from the floor, rubbing his nose. "This bed has a fault."

"It has no fault, sweetie. You're just a klutz."

"I resent that, River Song."

He crawled onto the bed, taking extra care to make sure he wouldn't fall off again. "Anyway," he said, "tomorrow will be a very long day indeed. Amy, Rory, you've got to make sure you don't give anything away."

"I can guarantee I won't," Rory promised. "Not sure about Miss Ginger over here."

Amy stuck her tongue out at him. "Excuse me; I can keep a secret just fine!"

"You all might as well get some sleep," the Doctor said. "Tomorrow's a big, big day!"

Amy and Rory fell asleep rather quickly, but the Doctor and River stared up at the ceiling in silence.

River glanced over at him, but he kept his eyes above.

"You alright?" She asked him softly.

He slowly turned to her. "I'm fine."

"She means a great deal to you, doesn't she?"

He didn't have to ask who 'she' was. "Yes, she does. Otherwise, he wouldn't be in this universe."

"Past is the past, yes?"

"River, are we seriously having this conversation? I'm married to you, only you. I'm not going to deny lingering feelings for Rose, but do you really expect those feelings to just go away? If not for her, I'd be hating every single thing out there." He sighed. "I just want them both to be happy. And the only happiness they can find is in each other. I can't keep her happy. And no other woman on earth will be able to make him happy because he is so in love with Rose."

River nodded. There was no need for jealousy. If not for Rose, would she had even met the Doctor?

They said nothing further to each other. They quickly fell asleep, their fingers interlaced.

Author's note: I told you there would be some 11River, albeit slightly! I don't ship them, but I figured I would do it for the sake of the fic. I like River, don't get me wrong. I just… *shrugs* Oh well. AND I HAD TO DO THE BED FAULT THING. AFTER THE HAMMOCK INCIDENT IN THE THE DOCTOR, THE WIDOW, AND THE WARDROBE.