IV: The Seventh Doctor & River Song

Going undercover as an ordinary, married couple in 1897, the Seventh Doctor and Ace live in a colonial, wood home in southern Ohio. The Doctor going by the alias of John Smith, his current job is working for a small newspaper company, while Ace, going by her real name of Dorothy McShane, stays at home, sleeping since her and her 'husband' don't get any company.

The Doctor pushes the door open with a vociferous creak, Ace awakens and comes from the bedroom. She wears a blue, colonial dress with pink roses on it, with an embroidered apron over it. "Finally," she sighed. "You've been there for days!"

"Hardly." The Doctor shut the door behind him, setting his hat on the table to his left.

He sat in the chair by a desk where a piece of parched paper and ink & quill were placed, looking at Ace. "How much longer do we have to stay here, professor?"

"Until we find the alien source."

"Cybermen?"

"I don't believe so, Ace."

"Daleks?"

"This whole town would have been exterminated by now."

"What about that one bloke? The, um...what was he called?"

"The Master. No, not possibly!"

"Then what is it, professor?!"

"I don't know, Ace! I spoke to own of my fellow writers, Arthur Palmer, and he said he heard from Olivia Arwell that she spotted a mysterious green light in the sky last night."

"Could it be the aliens?"

"It must be. I'll further investigate this evening after dinner."

"You're cookin'!" Ace giggled, the Doctor joining in.

FEW HOURS LATER

Ace bathed and went off to bed, but the Doctor took off his colonial attire back into his usual outfit: his brown safari jacket with a burgundy and light red paisley scarf under the lapels, the yellow pullover with turquoise zig-zag with red question marks, with a white shirt and red tie under the pullover; he wore plaid pants and white and brown brogued spectator shoes. He picked up his white safari hat from the table, placing it atop his head as he went outside, continuing his investigation.

He sat on the street, looking up. He just saw an ordinary black sky with the twinkling stars that were millions upon millions of lightyears away. "Perhaps Olivia Arwell was just delusional."

BEEE! BEEE! BEEE!

The Doctor recognized that as the sound of a sonic instrument. He looked up, seeing a woman's face being illuminated by a sonic flame contained in a silver, lighter-like, object. "Olivia wasn't wrong. There were lights in the sky last night. Green lights."

The Doctor found the woman awful strange. She had very voluminous, blonde curls with dark hazel eyes with a white sparkly dress on, the Doctor assuming she was wearing heels as she walked beside him, she clomped. "Sorry. I dined at the alien market on Akhaten. Had a small favor to pay back to a Pan-Babylonian. You kiss a Pan-Babylonian once and all of a sudden you have to take one to dinner!" The woman looked at the Doctor, still shining the sonic flame in her face. "Don't kiss a Pan-Babylonian."

"If you could, I'm on some serious business. I would love if I could do it on my own."

"You know? You're surprisingly Scottish! Scottish! Ha!"

The Doctor turned to the woman, curious about what she means. "I'm sorry, but do I know you?"

"Not yet, no."

"Then should you leave so you don't contaminate the-?"

"You talk just like me. You're better than your last self."

The Doctor became perplexed. "I thought you said you haven't met me yet, but you said I'm better than my last incarnation?"

"Oh, yeah. It's very...complex."

"I would have to concur."

The woman nodded. "Your Scottish accent is pretty sexy."

The Doctor was surprised with the woman's flirting, not being flattered with it. "Excuse me, but I am not going to tolerate this...seduction!"

The woman didn't respond, the sonic flame still going. "This got very awkward." The woman held up the pill-like object that the Doctor knew was a mnemosine recall-wipe, knowing that the woman must do this in order to not contaminate the time line.

"A mnemosine recall-wipe. That's a powerful device."

"I wouldn't say so." The woman twisted the cap, the Doctor knowing that his memory would be wiped momentarily.

"Do I tell you what happen here?"

"Yeah. A picnic at Asgard."

"What's here; who's behind this?"

"Turns out to be the Family of Blood."

"Who?"

The woman opened the mnemosine recall-wipe, the dark pink that was only visible to sight by the sonic flame River Song was holding, going into the Doctor's nostrils as he fell backward, River Song walking away as she put out the sonic flame, sticking it in her dress as she walked away.

Ace opens the door the next morning, wearing the same dress, seeing the Doctor lying on the dirt. "Professor? Professor?"

He rose his head up, wiping the dirt off his hat, turning to his companion. "Morning, Ace!"

"Are you alright, professor?"

The Doctor finally surveyed the area around him. "I must've fell asleep out here last night."

"Did you see anything?"

"I don't believe so."