I'm back! Sorry it's taken so long. Lately, I've been updating my other story, "Welcome", but after last night's episode, I had to update this one. I promise not to give any spoilers, though.
Disclaimer: Doctor Who belongs to the Beebs, and all songs have their own separate owners.
Song: Everything (Michael Buble) Requested by: 10Blue10
"Can't we go somewhere fun this time?" River complained, interrupting the Doctor's rant about what sounded like another adventure that involved a lot of running. Then again, this was how all of their adventures ended.
Amy and Rory were off in their rooms, asleep. Lately, the Doctor had been visiting River in Stormcage almost every night, and every night they had wound up running for their lives from one thing or another. River did love trips like these every once in a while, but they'd just been too frequent lately. As much as she loved seeing the Doctor every night, even she needed a break sometimes.
"Fun?" the Doctor asked, looking surprised. "How is meeting the ambassador of an alien race not fun?"
She rolled her eyes. "Well, sweetie, maybe it's because you always do something to upset whoever we're supposed to meet. And if it's alright with you, I'd rather not do something life-threatening today."
"Fine," the Doctor huffed, crossing his arms like a pouty child. "I don't suppose you have any better ideas?"
At this point, a smile spread across River's face that was too crooked not to mean trouble. "Actually, I thought we might go dancing."
"D-dancing?" the Doctor stuttered, looking positively terrified. "Uh . . . sorry, but I only dance at weddings," he answered, trying to find some way out.
"Well that's good," River countered, "because there's bound to be a wedding going on somewhere throughout time and space."
The Doctor gulped, knowing he'd been defeated. He watched as River piloted the TARDIS to the twenty-first century, landing it outside of some random ballroom that happened to be hosting a wedding party. "Wait, River, we can't just crash this party!" the Doctor tried again.
"Of course we can, sweetie," River said happily, grabbing his hand and practically dragging him through the door.
They quietly walked in among other latecomers, doing their best to blend in. They must have been successful, too, as no one questioned their presence. The minute they laid eyes on the interior of the ballroom, they were taken aback by its intricate beauty. Ornate carvings covered the walls; dazzling chandeliers hung from the ceiling. A band stood in the far corner of the room, filling it with bright, cheerful tunes.
River looked over at the Doctor, who still looked rather afraid to be there. She couldn't help but laugh at his nervous expression. "Oh, all right. If you don't want to dance, then maybe we'll just sit at those tables over there until you feel up to it," she said, leading him over to one of the many finely-decorated tables that lined the outside of the room. The Doctor followed her gratefully.
As soon as they sat down, though, the song changed. All the other people that had been sitting at the tables rushed over to the dance floor. The new song was so bright and fast that no one could resist dancing to it. Now when River glanced at the Doctor she noticed that his foot was tapping. "Sweetie, we can go dance now, if you'd like," she said, trying to coax him up.
"Maybe just for this song," he answered, taking her hand as they walked to the middle of the floor.
As soon as they found an open space, the Doctor took River's hands and began to dance as if he were a professional, spinning her around to the beat of the song. Needless to say, River was rather surprised, but she happily gave into his lead, allowing him to twirl her this way and that as other couples stopped to watch the two of them.
Finally, though the song ended, turning into a love song. River turned to go back to their table, but the Doctor caught her hand, causing her to pause. "Maybe just one more," he said. River allowed herself to smile at this.
Now he wrapped his arms around her waist as she placed hers around his neck. The couple began to sway slowly back and forth, turning ever so slightly. "Where did you learn to dance like that?" River asked, not even bothering to hide how impressed she was.
He shrugged. "After a thousand years, I must have picked it up sometime."
River was surprised at how short this response was. After all, he usually loved to go on and on about anything or nothing in particular. However, right now he looked as if he was perfectly content to just stay silent for a moment. As they swayed to the music, the Doctor couldn't help but focus on the words of the song: "You're every line, you're every word, you're everything."
As he gazed down at River, he began to notice how perfectly these lines fit. "It's true, you know," he said.
"What's true?"
"The words in the song. Just listen." River was silent a moment as she listened to the chorus. As soon as the line had been sung, he felt the need to reiterate it. "River, you are everything."
River felt a lump rise in her throat. She loved it when the Doctor said things like this, but then again, she knew there would come a time when he wouldn't even know who she was. This thought made the moment bittersweet for her, and she hated how wrong that was. She felt she should be unbearably happy, just as every girl was when told something like this. Now she made her best attempt to shove down her memories, forgetting for once that they were moving in opposite directions. She didn't reply to him, but instead rested her head on his chest, where he couldn't see the tears that were slowly creeping into her eyes, the tears she would never let fall.
As she did so, she felt the Doctor's grip tighten around her waist, pulling her closer. He rested his head on top of hers, planting a gentle kiss into her hair. Little did they know, the song had changed about a minute ago to a jumpy, fast-paced dance number. Still, they remained standing like that in the middle of the floor, the love song playing over and over in their heads.
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