Hide and Seek
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Where are we?
What the hell is going
on
. . .
What did you say?
That it's all for the best?
Of course it is
...
"So, where are we this time? Done the Bone Meadows? That was fun, that was. What about Rewind? Nightmare. I don't think my knee will ever recover. Oh, wait, wait, wait! What about Harold Holt? I still think that was your fault, by the way,' he said, looking up from his book. His eyes were lost in their past adventures, waiting for her confirmation. She stared blankly at him, brows slightly furrowed.
"What? What is it?" he asked, curious. Her face remained frozen in that odd, unsure expression that so didn't suit her. Her gaze swept over him, taking in his appearance.
Suddenly, he frowned, irritated. "I'm not taking it off. For goodness sake, bowties are cool," he insisted, for what felt like the tenth time that week.
Her face broke the tension. She smiled and laughed lightly.
"No, it's not that. Although I do disagree with your previous statement."
"River!"
Her laughter filled the air again, and the Doctor started. It was different to her usual ring. As if she felt slightly out of her depth.
"You haven't answered my question. Where are we?" he asked again.
She looked puzzled. "What do you mean?"
"Oh, come on! Do I have to spell it out for you?" he teased, playfully pulling her elbow.
"Considering the last time I saw you, I gave up all my regenerations, that would be rather nice."
The Doctor's grin vanished. "Oh. I see."
"About time. Now, what did you ask? I don't understand. Doctor?"
He looked at her again. He'd known this her was young. But to only have met him once...
Well, he'd make this the best-next meeting ever.
"Right, all will be explained. But first, an adventure! You'll love me yet, River Song."
"What?" she smiled, eyes puzzled by him, but excited by the prospect of an adventure.
"Oops," he grinned at her as he opened the TARDIS doors with a flourish. "Spoilers!"