Okay, so Gavin confused a lot of people. I knew that was coming, but I'm trying to keep as cannon as possible. And fun fact, our Captain Jack might have stolen his name from a dead guy in WWII... and then snogged the original Cpt. Jack. Yeah, that sounds complicated. I swear it's an episode of Torchwood. Also, mentioned at some point in the show, is the fact that Jack (our Jack) can't/ doesn't want to remember his original name. Hopefully that helps some.

Thanks for everyone who reviewed last chapter and throughout the story. I've been meaning to thank you for a while, but my memory is sometimes (read: most of the time) bad.

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I must admit, classes kept me busy, not enough to complain about, but enough to keep me out of trouble. My friendship with Gavin was probably the most difficult thing. I kept almost referring to him as Jack, and the more I got to know him, the more he reminded me of my other friend. It was as if they were clones, which made me laugh. One of them in all of space and time was enough. Gavin was definitely committed to his job, sometimes it was even more important to him than get laid. He even ended up being my flat mate, though I made it very clear he was not allowed to enter my bedroom unless every stitch of his clothes stayed on his body.

He usually met up with me for lunch, not as a guardian, but as a friend.

We were at lunch about half-way through my second semester. We were having Italian and a glass of wine, and I was telling him about the mythical Dalek civilian, that wasn't so mythical since my mother had faced them on multiple occasions. I was specifically telling him about the magnetic floor that allowed them to move on their home world, when he leaned back and smiled.

"What?" I demanded.

"How do you get so excited about this shit? I can barely handle human history and you're learning about every major culture, and some that we aren't sure if they exist anymore."

"You never know when you're going to need to know about another civilization. You of all people should know that, Gavin."

"No one talks about their history. I've found most people are more concerned with the other more… primal topics," he smirked, and I laughed with him.

"Primal topics are always much more fascinating," I flirted.

"Careful, River, you're fiancé might get jealous," he teased right back. "I wouldn't want to hurt him like I did poor Liam."

"Oh, just keep telling yourself that. I've seen him face men worse than you. He threw him into a closet." We never did get Hitler out of there.

"Oh, I've got to see this man. Think you'd share?" he asked, completely serious.

"Not a chance. I've had on my heart set on him since I was seven years old." Though, it probably would be good to point out a majority of that time, I was looking for him to kill him. But I was a different woman now.

"Childhood sweetheart?" Gavin asked.

"More like friend of the family. He's a bit older than me."

"So you like older men?"

"Only him."

"You still haven't told me his name."

"I've always called him the Raggedy Man. My mother's nickname for him." Okay, so I knew him more as the Doctor, but since Gavin knew that he was the topic of my dissertation, I decided to get by without the comments about how I was researching the man I had fallen in love with. I'd tell him eventually.

"So, you like scruffy, older man?"

"Jealous, yet?"

"Since I met you."

"Right, and the seven women, thirteen men, and two questionable gendered people in the past two months are just distractions?"

"They were both men," he answered. I smiled at him wickedly.

Gavin smiled and went back to his meal. At least until he looked up at me, clearly not finished with this conversation. "When was the last you talked to Raggedy Man?"

"A few months; he gets caught up in things, and he's a hard man to tract down."

"So, are you lying to me or is this guy just sketchy?"

"Neither, he's busy. He's saved my life, so I trust him with it. Plus, my parents would kill him if he did something to hurt me."

"I have got to meet your parents."

"I'll let you know next time they're in town," I promised him, as I looked down at my watch. "Damn, I have to get to class." I began to dig for my credit card.

"I'll cover the bill. Consider it a Valentine's Day gift."

"Valentine's Day?"

"February fourteenth, every year."

"Right. I assume I won't see you until tomorrow afternoon," I guessed, knowing Gavin would probably find lonely soul that didn't want to spend Valentine's Day alone.

"Probably not."

Well, I with no Valentine's Day plans of my own and my horny flat mate out for the night, I decided to have a night in with my books and memories. I had my most comfortable clothes which were an over sized t-shirt and sweatpants, and my hair was a mess, but I didn't give a damn. Even once there a knock on my door, the only thing that was bothering me was that someone was interrupting my alone time. At least until I saw who was standing on the other side.

"Doctor!" I said, and immediately began to put my hair up so it would be a little less wild.

"Hello," he smiled.

"What are you doing here?"

"Well, I was recently lectured-and by lectured I mean she told me to shut up and listen to her- by your mother about the importance of Valentine's Day. So, here I am."

I looked at him with an amused look. The greatest warrior in the universe, and my mother had scared him into taking me on a date. "You know, you could give a girl a little warning."

"How long can it take to get ready to go get food?" he asked, genuinely curious.

"Depends, where are we going?"

"I don't know. Amy told me I should take you to early twentieth century Paris."

"Oh, then it's going to take at least an hour."

And true to my word, it took me an hour and half to get ready, the Doctor complaining every five minutes. But it was worth it, because when I walked out, the Doctor was midsentence, complaining. "River, what is taking so-o-o long… Wowzah."

"Hello, Sweetie," I greeted him. I had put on a slimming green dress and a pair of fuck-me heels.

"So, um, Paris?" he asked.

"That is what you proposed, yes?"

"Yeah. I mean yes! Ms. Song," he said as he offered me an arm.

"Doctor," I purred as I took his arm.

When we arrived in Paris, it was beautiful. The Doctor took me to a little restaurant in front of the Eiffel Tower at night. I had a feeling that Amy gave him some tips, if the man didn't even know that he should come and visit me for Valentine's Day. Once we were seated he turned to me asked, "So, how early in your time line am I?"

"Very, I assume. Last time I saw you were saving Hitler," I teased.

"That wasn't my fault!" he defended. "If I recall, you shot my TARDIS."

"After you told me nothing would happen."

"It was a clever lie- Wait, we've had this discussion before."

"That day, back when I was still Mels Zucker."

"And that's the only time we've met?" he double checked.

"Yes," I confirmed, though I couldn't help but remember him standing over the spacesuit with this version of me, but I didn't think that was important at the moment.

"So, this is a new experience for you."

"What? Not killing you? I think I can manage. As long as you don't have a robot filled with miniaturized people from the future try to arrest me again."

"I had them stop," he reminded me. "And in the future, be more subtle about our meeting. You'll know me better than I'll know you one day, and you'll have been through adventures that I can't even imagine yet."

"So, our roles will be reversed?"

"Pretty much."

"So when exactly did you find out meet me?" I asked.

"I've known you for many years. Finding out that you were Melody Pond, much more recently."

"When exactly?"

"When I rescued your mother from Demon's Run. They had taken Amy when she became pregnant with you."

"You rescued Amy but not me?" I asked. I couldn't help be a little disappointed.

"We tried to, but they replaced you with living flesh. We didn't know until it was too late," he assured me, but I could hear the pain in his voice. He had wanted to save me, but failed.

"Everything happens for a reason. I wouldn't be the woman you fell in love with if you had succeeded, would I?"

"No, you wouldn't be. And I wouldn't change anything about you," he smiled. I couldn't help but smile. I wondered if he realized that he had just admitted he loved at least some version of me. "Before that, you were just River Song, archaeologist."

"I'm still working on becoming her."

"You will be. And you will know everything about me."

I took a sip of wine, thinking about how odd that day would be. Imagine knowing more about the Doctor than he did about you; it would be so interesting. And oh, how you could make him squirm. That did bring to mind a certain proposal. "Doctor, are we married?"

"Spoilers," he told me, and I rolled my eyes.

"Honestly, is the universe going to blow up if you tell me about our future together?" I asked, and he shrugged to indicate that it might. "Oh, you have got to be kidding. Can you ever not get into trouble?"

"On a very rare occasion it happens. It seems to be getting harder actually."

"Well, then you owe me an adventure before we leave."

"River, this is your Valentine's Day date. I have no doubt that something will come up, though Amy told me not to get into anything too big."

No sooner were the words spoken than did someone came over and tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around to see a man with the very dark black eye scowling at me. He was a bit on the heavier side and was bald. He also seemed to be missing a neck. "You!"

My gut told me this was that adventure. "I take it we've met before."

"I'll say we have. You stole something of mine!"

"Really? It must have been valuable." My comment made his face turn a bright red; it was actually fairly humorous.

"It was the-"

"Oh, don't tell me! I haven't stolen it yet, and it's bad to know your future, right, Doctor?"

"Um, yeah. Though in all fairness, River, you shouldn't be stealing to begin with."

"And you gave me this black eye!" he shouted at me.

"Oh, we'll fight! That will be fun. Clearly I won, since you're so angry with me."

"You little-" he didn't finish that sentence, instead choosing to try to assault me in public. I quickly blocked his punch. If that didn't cause enough attention, me quickly taking him out while wearing a long dress did. A few quick moves later and he was on the Paris ground with the ball of my foot on his neck.

"If you already lost once, why in the world did you think the second time would be any different?" I questioned.

"Get off me! You, sir!" he called to the Doctor. "Control your wife."

"Sorry, I don't think that's possible. Her parents can't even do that," he retorted. "But River, I would prefer not to have you have multiple arrests on your record."

"You're a little late for that one, Sweetie."
"Why am I not surprised?" he grumbled.

"Get her off me!" the red, angry man yelled from beneath my feet.

"I think we've had our adventure, don't you?" he tried. "It's supposed to be a romantic day. And I don't want your mother to make me do this again. Our dates are better when she doesn't have to approve them."

"So, we'll go on more."

"Oh, many, many more," he promised with a smile as he touch my nose playfully. "And they be will be so much more."

The Doctor dropped me back off at my flat on the moon afterwards. He gave me a small kiss goodbye, and didn't let me deepen it, because apparently I "don't know him well enough yet." The one man in the universe who doesn't want to snog. I'd get there eventually. After all, the Doctor didn't correct the man when he called the Doctor my husband.

The next morning, I ran into Gavin in our kitchen.

"Good morning," I greeted. "Did you have a good Valentine's Day?"

"Pretty good. I think I slept with one of your professors; sorry about that. How was yours? You got back pretty late last night. Your Raggedy Man show up or something?"

"Actually he did," I said with a smile.

"Is he in your room?" he asked, trying to glance around me to see into my room.

"No, he's not in my room. He came just for one night."

"River, that seems a bit flighty. Are you sure you're the only woman in his life?"

"Well, considering how much time he spends with my parents, I think I'm okay."

"Or more concerned," he half laughed. I shot him a glare with that comment. Realizing his mistake, he quickly changed the subject a little. "So, when do I get to meet the Raggedy Man?"

A little more coolly for the effect, I said, "Someday, I'm sure."

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Oh, and the chapter I'm planning on posting Thursday is one of my favorites. Just letting you guys know. Let's just say Gavin is going to hit on the wrong guy's girl, and River takes a side. ;)