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
The second time we met, I thought you were the craziest woman in the universe. You jumped out of a ship…in the middle of space. No joke. You just jumped.
Okay, admittedly, I did catch you. But you couldn't have known that! What if I didn't? What if I was late, like I usually am? You amazed me. I didn't know you at all, but you trusted me so deeply. You knew that no matter what, I would always catch you. You trusted me with your life. But I didn't trust you at all.
I was foolish.
I know that now. And River, I am sorry, so so sorry, for the way I treated you when I was younger. But looking back, I think that was when I started to fall in love with you. Which is strange… It should have taken more for me. I didn't know you! But I believe that some part of me knew what you would mean to me. Every cell of my body was screaming that you were made for me.
I think I fell in love with your smile first.
The way your nose crinkles when you grin, I could swear it makes my hearts stop beating. Especially when you would tell me "spoilers" with that devilish wink. I wanted to kiss you that day at the Byzantium. You looked at me with that saucy smile and told me "Maybe when you're older". You refused to tell me anything about you or our future, who you are, what you meant to me…you were silent. You were silent and as beautiful as the universe.
Not that the universe is silent all the time. It can actually be quite loud...And full of explosions.
Especially when I am concerned.
Or when you are concerned for that matter.
Not that you are loud! Don't get me wrong you're not exactly quiet either. I'm just going to stop there.
Point is; I think I fell in love with your silence. It was a mystery, and boy do I love a good mystery. You kept things so hidden, so guarded like the best kept secret that only you would ever know. I know now what kind of burden that must have been. And you carried that burden so strongly, despite the fact that I mistreated you…despite the fact that everyone around us, your team, was dying to the Angels. You did so well.
I started to fall in love with you that day. I fell in love with your silence. The way you kept things hidden inside your like eyes in the crack of a door.
A/N: I know these have been shorter, but PLEASE REVIEW! This poem I altered slightly to make it fit. The original is as follows: "He fell in love with her silence. The way she kept things hidden inside her like eyes in the crack of a door." –Christopher Poindexter.