Hi sorry this has taken a while to write, I've been super busy at school. I'm always looking for new stories to read so please send me the names of your fanfics I read every review and I look at who has followed me and things like that I am super grateful to the 1818 people who have taken the time to read this. Thank you. Also is anyone else SUPER excited to see The Imitation Game? Oh and in case anyone wonders this is still set in River's memories. This might not all make sense but it will. I have just updated this chapter to say that reading the last scene is much better if you listen to "safe and sound" by Taylor Swift.
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The next morning she woke to the smell of burning pancakes, smiling she got up and took the short trip to the bathroom which was closer than normal courtesy of the TARDIS, she loved to move things around. She looked in the mirror and sighed, it would take forever to fix her hair. She bent down and opened the small cupboard that was just under the sink but her stuff wasn't in there rolling her eyes at the Doctors efforts at tidying she searched every cupboard only to find her wash bag on the highest shelf just out of her reach. She stood looking up at it for a moment of disbelief at her situation she could single headedly make a darlek beg for mercy and yet she could not think of a single way of getting that damned wash bag of that damned shelf. She considered getting the Doctor but that almost felt like she was losing and she couldn't bare to listen to the short jokes from him. There was only one thing to do. She reached and jumped at the same time and caught the edge of the shelf, pulling herself up with one arm she snatched the bag with the other.
When she was finished in the bathroom she walked out in a towel to the main wardrobe. Selecting a pair of pyjama shorts and a big jumper she French plaited her hair and went to see which kitchen machine the Doctor was assaulting only to find he wasn't in there but he had left a pile of pancakes on the table. Smiling she put them in the microwave and as she binned some random rubbish she caught sight of about fifty burnt pancakes and a packet of microwave pancakes. Laughing she grabbed them from the microwave before they burnt and hunted down some sugar and lemon. She sat at the small wooded table and decided that she would ask him the question that had been pressing on her mind for some time now. Why had he left her alone in the hospital with nothing but a letter?
But when he bounced in she found that for some reason she just couldn't. She couldn't spoil his good mood. Then she looked closer.
"What, in the name of anything that is holy, is that?" she asked half shocked, half amused.
"I wear a pirate hat now, pirates are cool!" he said enthusiastically.
"Actually me and Amy ran into pirates once…"as he rambled on she continued to stare at him in horrified shock as she gradually realised he was planning on wearing it out. She finished eating the pancakes and stood up to kiss him as he bent down she snatched the hat. He made to grab it but she danced out the way.
"Hey! Give that back!" he called sulkily.
"What will you give me for it?" she grinned as she ducked under his arm.
"Absolutely nothing!"
"Guess you don't really want it then!" and she ran. She could hear him running behind her. He chased her through the TARDIS for nearly an hour. Finally giving up he went back to the kitchen to see a Stetson on the table with a sticky note with a kiss print on it. He stuck it on his head and walked in the direction of the library. She was sat with her legs curled beneath her as she reread Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban she was so engrossed that she didn't notice him. Her reading glasses were sliding down her face and as she idly pushed them back she caught sight of him and smiled.
"Caught up then?"
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Blinking River was sat in her bedroom on her bed she glanced at the clock, she'd been there four hours and her head hurt from not having drank anything. But as she stood to leaves she realised that she still didn't really feel like talking to him, she knew who she wanted to talk to but she wasn't here.
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This was it. It was all over. The end. All those years of waiting, and of watching. Of listening and hoping and praying. All those years of waiting. The girl who waited. What a fitting name for me. I waited for someone to fix the crack in my wall. Or at least that's what I believed I was waiting for, really I was waiting for someone to come and fix my life. Then I waited for him to come back and come back again and again and again. Even as I finally said goodbye, I never really thought it was the end. Every Christmas I set a place for the lost piece of my heart. But that's the sad thing about lost things. Sometimes you never find them.
From somewhere within the village I heard the bells toll. Merry Christmas Doctor.
As I closed my eyes for the last time I saw picture in my mind, it was simple, it was one of the Christmases River, The Doctor, Rory and I spent together and we were on the TARDIS in Christmas hats. We were a smiling family. Family means nobody gets left behind. Or forgotten. And God does the Doctor know that's true, he has a photo album and for those that he can he gets a picture each year and on the day before they die he leaves it for them. He asked me to go with him once. He said he couldn't face it alone. Her name was Donna and he said his final gift would be that she would remember everything. That was the first time I saw him cry.
I felt my heart flutter and I knew I was dying and for a moment I was sad. I never saw my album. But perhaps it is better this way, I have the memories and for me that's enough. I thought back through my life and decided that I was content because I had known the Doctor, had a daughter and most of all I had had Rory. The Centurion.
My eyes still closed I felt my mind start to go blank. White. Everything was white, but through the whiteness there was sound, the most beautiful sound in all the universe. That sound brings hope wherever it goes and to all who hear it. No matter how lost.