AN: I know I should be working on my challenge series, but while I was working on the next in the list, I got this in my head, and I couldn't get it out, so enjoy. There will be 55 total things, but maybe not chapters.

I OWN NOTHING. NOT DOCTOR WHO, NOT ANYTHING.


She's in his head:

The first few times he felt the faint brush of her mind, he thought he was imagining it. After all, only Timelords could do that. But it kept happening, when ever her control slipped: in the library, when she was yelling at him on the Byzantium, in the museum by the Pandorica, each instant only a second or two, but long enough.

Long enough.

Long enough for him to realize what it was. Who it was. At first he couldn't believe it. Didn't dare hope. And then he was standing on Demon's Run, looking at the screen, seeing the DNA of that little girl, and his mind automatically jumped to River, wondering if they had anything to do with her mental abilities, but he immediately rejected that thought, that possibility. And then he knew. She was standing there, smirking at him, and he knew. And then she didn't bother trying to stay out.

And, in turn, he let her in. Welcomed her into his mind. Actively sought hers.

She was in his mind, something he'd long ago thought lost. She knew everything about him. And he was learning everything about her.

He could feel the natural music of her mind, feel the wild, pure sound, the beat, the melody, and as beautiful as it was, he could feel something missing. So he did something he never thought he'd be able to do. As he stood across from her on that pyramid, he made her his wife, and in that moment he (the tesselecta) kissed her, he opened his mind as wide as it could go, enveloping her mind with his own, joining them together in a permanent bond. Every aspect of him was laid out for her, laid bare for her to see, his deepest darkest fears, his likes, dislikes, fears, habits, everything.

Even his name.

In return, everything that she was came flooding into his mind. He could feel his mind's music melding with hers. He could feel the love pouring out of her. He was crushed by the pain that coursed through her as they returned to that beach. He did the best he could to comfort her as she fired. And ever since that moment, he could feel her in the back of his mind. He could tell when she was because she was in his mind. He pitied everyone else in the universe, because they could never know this. The feeling of true connection. And he knew, ever since the first time, that his hearts did, will, do, and always have belonged to her.

And hers to him.


AN: Hope you don't hate it. I love you all! And as always: Talk to me, critique me, ask me questions, I shall always reply, when I can. -RebelUp. -your friendly neighborhood renegade.