It's Called Marriage
Prompt 36: Insomnia
Yesterdays episode killed me. River and the Doctor-If I didn't ship them before, I ship them now. And besides, nearly seven months without Doctor Who-I'm going to die. Anyway, I'm out of school in about a week, so I'll be able to update a lot more regularly.
"Doctor!" Shouted River, frustrated with her Time Lord.
"Yes?" He demanded, pushing his way through the crowds, River following closely behind. Every now and again she'd reach out and grab his hand so he didn't leave her behind. However, she didn't hear his reply, as the words were swept away in the noises of the crowd. She continued following him blindly, occasionally jogging to keep up with his quick pace.
Wrinkling her nose at a particularly nasty smell, she wondered why she did this every night. Why he did this every night. She knew though, so the question didn't really matter all that much. The reason they both did this was because they both had terrible, incurable insomnia. She imagined it made sens, considering the course that their lives had played out.
He had watched his people die, knowing that he was the one responsible for their destruction. He had seen countless more people die, and he'd seen the destruction of worlds. He was the last of his kind, and had lost things. He had lost so much. It was no wonder that he couldn't sleep. River knew that he was afraid that it would all slip out from under him. She wished that he would realize that she would never leave him. Ever.
River's hand slid into his, and he shot her a quick grin. When he had picked her up tonight he had asked her if she'd rather just stay. It was late after all, and sometimes he had to remind himself that normal people needed sleep. She shook her head and grabbed her coat, wrapping the brown leather jacket around her figure.
She had insomnia like him.
He knew it, because she never seemed to be able to sleep. She was always up, never wanting to sleep. He felt responsible, although he wasn't exactly sure what he was supposed to apologize for, so he kept that small seed of guilt to himself.
Part of it was his childhood, he knew. She had been raised to be a weapon against someone she loved. She had been hurt by soldiers and a woman who always believed that she never quite lived up to her potential. She had her childhood stolen from her-even after running away. When she finally found her parents-they were just kids, just like her.
It was no wonder she stayed up all night, running around with him.
River grinned to herself as she followed her madman through the crowds. "It's called marriage," She whispered to herself. She thought that her words were swept away by the noisy crowds, but instead the Doctor heard her.
"It's called marriage," He agreed with a nod, his words unheard to his wife's ears.