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He would let River get away with not answering him for the time being, but there would come a time - and it would be soon - when she would have to explain her reference, and why she had asked that. He's let her think she wouldn't have to answer and then nonchalantly bring it up to her later, in such a way that would make her answer. You're kidding yourself, right? He had to admit he could not get River Song to do anything she didn't want to do.

Clara came back to the console room. "Well," she began, "is River okay?"

"Why would you ask that?" He looked up at her hastily.

"Oh," she paused, "cause she's in the memory room...or whatever you want to call it."

He looked over to the stairwell.

"Spoilers, my ass." He bolted through the console room and weaved down hallways until he got to the door, the TARDIS groaned, and he opened the door. "Hey!" He kicked the wall. "What is your problem?" She groaned again. "Fine!" He slammed the door and huffed his way back to the console room. River was now standing by the scanner. "I thought..." he pointed back where he had come from and then shook it off.

"Hello Sweetie," she smiled faintly.

"River," he stopped beside her and folded his arms over his chest, "what is wrong?" He pulled the scanner away from River so that it was behind him now. "What aren't you telling me?"

"Nothing Sweetie."

"Well I don't believe that."

"Can we please not talk about this now?" River looked almost as if she would lose all self-control again. The Doctor's heart sank. "Please," her voice was so quiet, that he could do and say nothing.

"Right," he scratched his face, "later then." He spun around to face Clara, so where would you like to go now. The TARDIS groaned.

"I take it she's got something in mind already?" she was looking at the ceiling, but pointing at River. The TARDIS gave a sort of ding like a bell noise. "Right, where River wants to go." She nodded and took a seat. "So where are we headed River?"

River glanced over at Clara, "spoilers..."

The Doctor wasn't liking the way that she was talking, but he had resolved to go wherever it was that River was wanting to go...whether he himself would want to be there or not, it didn't seem that he'd have much choice in the matter either.

River wasn't sure how she - or The Doctor, for that matter - were going to react to what happened next. She was worried, she didn't want to come face to face with this again and she didn't want him to go through it all. It had been so much easier to hide it from him before, but now, now it was going to be so much harder to keep it a secret than she thought it was worth.

She tried to come up with excuses about why this was a bad idea, about why this shouldn't happen, and she could come up with them, but there was always a reason why she couldn't follow through on them either. They were Time Travelers, it was easy to run away from things, to run away from pain and hurt, and the harsh realities of life. She didn't even have the heart to tell her parents, though now she was regretting that she hadn't. They deserved to know, they probably should have known, but she couldn't convince herself to pull them away from The Doctor long enough to tell them. She was also terrified that her mother would slip up and tell him what he didn't need to know. No that was wrong, he probably did need to know. He should know.

She knew that he wasn't going to like it - hell, she didn't like it - but it was a fact of their life. Dealing with all of this was going to be nothing compared to what she'd seen in the alley in Victorian London, true that had hurt her an excruciating amount, but knowing what this might do to The Doctor is what was already breaking her heart.

River would hide this from him as long as she could, she'd never want to give him false hopes, especially with everything he's been through lately. It wasn't going to be easy for either of them. She liked to think that since they had been breaking down walls in their relationship that this would be different, that they would handle this differently than they usually did when they encountered hard things...but she wasn't sure.

The Doctor was studying his's face, what was wrong? He knew his wife pretty well, he'd have liked to think that he would know what was going on. Why she seemed so utterly broken, had something else happened in the TARDIS that he didn't remember? It was possible. Time travel could be very fickle. Watching her face was heartbreaking, she hadn't looked at him since she'd said 'spoilers' earlier, and he didn't have the hearts to push her.

He didn't know where they were going, but not knowing how to emotionally prepare himself was making this all the harder. She had pulled the scanner back from him so that he couldn't see it, so whatever it was, it was something big. Something that she held onto the spoilers tighter than ever before. She was hiding something from him...but what? He couldn't work it out and trying to figure it out from her blank and pained expression was proving futile.

Clara wasn't sure what to feel. River's face was so grave, so expressionless and The Doctor hadn't taken his eyes off River for the past twenty minutes, and she'd never looked up to meet his gaze. He was hurting for her, and it was apparent. He didn't know what to do, occasionally Clara would see him attempt to step closer to River and then stop. They'd been standing in the same spots for a good long while now, even the TARDIS seemed unbelievably quiet, and she flew straighter than ever. Clara wasn't sure what was going on, but she had a feeling it might make what happened yesterday seem like a walk in the part, metaphorically speaking.

There was so much that Clara didn't know about the two of them, what she did know - at least notice - was how in tune they were. He could step forward and demand she tell him where they were going, but instead he was standing there, respecting whatever decision it was that she had made, and she had made it, more or less, silently. "Spoilers," seemed to shut him up. Why was that? How could one word have that much power over him? Why didn't he press her for more when she said that? There were so many questions that Clara had, but she could only imagine that The Doctor had many many more than even she did.

The TARDIS made her traditional stopping sound.

"We've landed," said River, barely above a whisper.

The Doctor nodded.

No one moved.

No one seemed to breathe at all.

There was an unannounced moment of silence.

After a few minutes, River took a very deep breath and headed towards the doors. The Doctor and Clara followed behind her silently. Neither knew what to say, and they both knew that if something needed to be said, it would come from River.

"Okay..." River turned to face them, "this is what you could call my, dirty little secret..." without another word she pulled the doors open and stepped out.

"Paging Doctor Kent. Paging Doctor Kent."

The trio stepped out in to the lobby of a hospital. The Doctor wasn't sure where they were, and that was not common at all. It was rare that he didn't know where they were. He didn't even know what time they were. Was River, not really River? Had he been fooled into thinking that she was real? What if she wasn't? He pushed that thought away with such force that he stumbled. He wasn't sure what to think, so of course, he thought of more than he needed to.

Clara, could feel that something was wrong. But she could no sooner find a word than she could explain what was going on. Watching The Doctor and River walk silently through the hallways as River led them here and there. Neither The Doctor or Clara knew where they were going, but they followed River without question.

As River took the lead in front of her husband and Clara she led them through the hospital, this was going to be so much harder than she thought it would be and she was not looking forward at all to what might follow. As they boarded a lift they could see many different species on the floors, following signs to where they were supposed to go. One floor, two floors...it was feeling like an eternity to her.

The lift opened and River led them out and turned immediately to the right and walked through a door that neither Clara or The Doctor had even noticed was there. Upon entering what looked like a waiting room, one of the nurses who caught sight of River came over to them.

"Doctor Song," she sighed, "it is so good to see you." She opened her arms and embraced River.

The Doctor and Clara shared a glance. There were many couples in this waiting room. As he began to examine their faces his hearts dropped, where had River brought them?

"Hello Mia," River released the nurse, "is Doctor Sans in today?"

"Of course," she nodded, "he's been very diligent I assure you. Would you like me to get him for you?"

"Yes, please," River encouraged.

Mia nodded and left the room.

"River..." it was Clara, "are you alright?"

River looked back at Clara, attempted at a smile that faltered almost immediately.

"River," came a male voice from across the room. He walked over and embraced River and held her tight. "We were hoping to see you soon." He stepped back from her and extended his hand to The Doctor, "Doctor, it's a pleasure to meet you."

The Doctor shook his hand and nodded. Nodding was all he could manage at the moment. His chest was already so heavy he thought it might crush his hearts.

"And you are?" Doctor Sans extended his hand to Clara.

"Clara Oswald," she shook his hand.

"Shall we go in?" Doctor Sans looked at River.

River nodded.

"Alright," he turned to face the door that was just a few feet ahead of them.

Upon entering the room River slowed down so that The Doctor could walk ahead of her, and instead she walked beside Clara.

Clara reached for River's hand, and River held it. Clara could see River's shoulders drop and tears were welling in her eyes.

They only had a few more feet to walk, The Doctor was slowing down, not two feet in front of him was a little NICU bed. It dawned on him why they were there, who was undoubtably in that bed, and more than likely why River had hid this from him. At the moment, he wasn't sure if he was glad that she had or not.

The Doctor stopped and pivoted to face River. There was a fierce intensity in both of their eyes. Clara would never be able to explain it to anyone. Letting go of River's hand - which The Doctor then took - she stepped around them. Her heart sank.

"First time seeing your daughter?" Doctor Sans was addressing The Doctor.

The Doctor nodded, unable to grasp his feelings, tears began streaming down his face.

River also began to cry, she had just shared her most intimate secret with him. Something she never wanted to subject him to if she could help it. The experience with The Silence had affected more than just her mother, but they had also affected the two of them. River and her daughter.

"What's her name?" Clara croaked. Tears were now forming in her eyes.

"Amelia," The Doctor said instinctively. What else would River have named their daughter?

River nodded, "yes," she hiccuped, "Amelia Rory Song."