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Mr and Mrs Song: Chapter 9
The Doctor was still kneeling, numb, time stretching on slowly. Then like a jolt, he hopped up and his eyes looked around, a steely glint of determination shining out if the blue orbs as he paced the length of the ledge in long, hard strides. Then he saw it. A way down.
Grabbing the fallen screwdriver and shoving it into the inner pocket of his jacket, he made his way over.
Scrambling down like a madman, he clambered onto the secondary ledge which protruded under the first. Half his feet dangled, the sliver of rock hardly baring his weight. He had to get down there. She would be alright. She was always alright, she was River. He thought things like this over and over as he climbed down the sheer rock face, on hope he would become more optimistic. But all it did was make his stomach sink lower as he descended.
He looked down, in hope to see something, but the pitch black darkness seemed endless and he grunted as he moved his hand for a better grip.
He sucked in a breath as he retracted it like it was stung. His breaths came sharp and shallow as he held it up to his face. It was covered in blood. Oh god. Please, no.
His pace increased, his need to see her growing. Please let her be ok. She has to be ok. Finally he saw the cavern floor.
River.
Her shirt was soaked through with blood which pooled, deep and dark on the fading light, leaking onto the floor. Her hair lay sprayed around her, the half her face, but bot enough so the Doctor saw an alarming and deep gash on her forehead. The Doctor rushed over, falling the last few feet and landing with a thunk on rock floor. She was breathing, the Doctor realized with a jolt of relief but only short shallow breaths. He went over, running to kneel, not caring about the blood, he picked her head to cradle it on his arms.
'River pleaseā¦don't do this.' He whispered, his hearts tearing as he gently brushed a strand of space hair from her eyes and stroked her cheek, cupping her face softly, he bent his head down to kiss her gently on the forehead, his lips rating there for a minute as he held back streams of tears. But then his hand came away with red tipped fingertips he felt a fresh wave of guilt for bringing her in harms way.
'I'm sorry,' the Doctor whispered, his tone heavy with sadness. He moved his hands from her face, listing her head rest on his knees. He took a frosty hand into his own, lacing their fingers together tightly.
He placed his forehead to hers, gently rocking backwards and forwards to calm down.
"Please...come on River." He said, his eyes screwed shut.
Then he heard it.
A cough, splutter and hoarse and feeble giggle. He brought his eyes to attention fast, clapping eyes on the form of River Song.
"Miss me?" She gasped for breath, her eyes brimming with tears as the Doctor let out a shaky breath angle clutched her bedraggled form to his chest. Her weak fingers reached up weakly to clutch him, to give and receive comfort, desperately wanting to reassure him as she was too unstable for words.
"I'm here," he cooed. He wound his hands tighter around her as they lay there like that. Then he spoke again.
"River...can you get up?" He asked softly. She nodded weakly. Building hurt strength, she arched away for the Doctor to sit upright. She winced and started to fall down but the the Doctor shifted from under her, and brought an arm around her waist, pulling her up as quickly as he dare. Pain shot though River's body, like fire, coursing down her limbs as she wobbled against him, feeling helpless. She pursed her lips to hold back a cry of pain, and chose to focus on the Doctor's quiet and loving encouragements.
"You are fantastic, River." They smiled, well the Doctor did. River managed a grimace through the pain.
Slowly, surely and somehow, they managed to get her to her feet and slowly hobble to a rock, which River sat on (quietly cursing). The Doctor bent down in front of her, his face crumpled as he surveyed the bruised Professor.
"River..."
"Doctor...I'm...fine." She gritted her teeth, trying not to wince. Trying to be brave. He held her hands with one and cupped her face with the other, so she looked at him. As well as the nasty gash on her head, she had a swollen and cut bottom lip as a bruise on her right cheek. His hearts hurt. River...so brave. So human...slash Time Lord. For River wore it on her sleeve. Her Time Lord traits coming out; hiding. For the Time Lords hid. He hid. They both hid their emotions.
But they couldn't...not now.
And with that thought both hands fell into her lap, fingers and fingers entwining as the Doctor's hands, long and slender, glowed.
Ta Da! River is alive! She's ALIVE! Anyway, I have written a bit of the next chapter but so you are aware I do accept prompts for stuff I can slip into the story so feel free to ask away!
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