AN: I know I should be working on my challenge series, but while I was working on the next in the list, I got this in my head, and I couldn't get it out, so enjoy. There will be 55 total things, but maybe not chapters.
I OWN NOTHING. NOT DOCTOR WHO, NOT ANYTHING. NO SONGS NEITHER!
She likes pretty things:
It happened so slowly, he didn't even realize that is was happening. Slowly but surely, his TARDIS, and especially his room, was being taken over by... things.
He opened the wardrobe and found an entire section of beautiful gowns and dresses. A room full of pretty shoes. A massive jewelry case housing every sparkly thing she owned. The shelves in the library were adorned with little bits and bobs, the console had the odd gauzy scarf or shoe hung on it every now and then. Their bedroom had acquired a beautiful silk and satin comforter, satin sheets, silk curtains, and plush carpets, with gorgeous wooden furniture, decorated with pretty little things.
Some of her pretty things were delicate, some only seemed that way. Some were odd, some sparkled, some glinted dully in the light. Sometimes, only River saw the things' beauty. But, everything she added was beautiful in it's own way.
He never really realized how much she was adding to his TARDIS until it was all around him, though he didn't really mind. It was very... River Song.
Though he never really understood her need to decorate the old girl with her pretty things. Not until he'd been married to her for nearly a century. He had given her a star, an actual star, just born, condensed into a crystal drop with a bit of extremely rare Time Lord technology, and strung on a chain made from silver mined from the Medusa Cascade itself, hence it's perpetual gleaming, sparkling, shining, and glittering, even in the pitch black of night. She slipped it off from where it sat, nestled just close enough to her throat, and just far enough away, and placed it back in his hand, gently closing hi fingers around it.
"Better keep this safe for me," she murmured sadly, "the guards will take it, they rarely allow me to keep my things like this. Clothes and things that I hide in the wardrobe are ok, but... sometimes the new guards take things they know I care about, before they learn better."
She had offered him a small smile and a half-shrug, before going back to her cell, and he smiled back. But his hand was locked around the delicate necklace in his hand, the one he had hand-crafted for her. How many of his gifts had they taken from her? How many times had she lost something to them? How many times had she tried to bring a little beauty into that ugly, horrendous, vile cell, only to have it stolen away?
No. More.
If ever he had minded her obsession with pretty things, and odd things that he had to look for the beauty in, with her guidance of course, it disappeared at that second. Vanished between one breath and the next. Instead he became a more active participant. Instead of simply showering her with gifts, he would help her find things to bring back. They would troll flea markets, and little known worlds, and find amazing things in unexpected places.
and every time he saw a new 'pretty' added to the TARDIS, his hearts warmed, and a small smile stretched across his face.
AN: Hope you don't hate it. I love you all! And as always: Talk to me, critique me, ask me questions, I shall always reply, when I can. -RebelUp. -your friendly neighborhood renegade.