Not One For The Diary.
Memory Thirty-six: ID
Disclaimer: If I owned anything relating to Matt Smith and/or Alex Kingston I would spend far less time in front of a computer. Fact.
Author's Note: Well it's that time again kids, another update! Yay. I love you all who review, I'm sure you know this by now but you make a sad little Doctor/River fan very happy. This one I imagine River being mid 30s and the Doctor still knowing more about their relationship but not by much. Enjoy…
"Well, hello sweetie." River announced sexily as the Doctor stepped out of the doors of the TARDIS into her pathway making her skid to a halt abruptly. He smiled crookedly at her and she noted his appearance fully. He wore a top hat and a black suit and matching bow tie and the most brilliant grin spreading across his face. "To what do I owe the pleasure, and the outfit?" She smiled coyly.
"No reason, River Song." He laughed. She grinned, knowing the secret. It was one of their codes. Formal attire with no given reason meant that they were celebrating. Celebrating a special occasion that one of them remembered though the other had not yet experienced but celebrating none the less.
"So where are you taking me tonight?" River asked as she took his outstretched hand and he pulled her inside the TARDIS with a loud laugh at his own brilliance.
"Anywhere you like. As long as it's glamorous." He grinned cheekily and she directed him eagerly to twentieth century earth and one of the finest restaurants she'd ever set foot in as she ran to change into something more suitable.
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As the couple stepped forward toward the restaurant they giggled like schoolchildren as they laced their arms around one another. The Doctor murmured words of reservation as they passed towards their table and sat gazing into each other's eyes. She laughed at the eagerness in his eyes. He was so like a child, so willing to please.
"Would you like something to drink, sir, madam?" The young waiter asked nervously as he approached the table where they laughed together.
"Yes, sir," River asked teasingly "what would we like to drink?" The Doctor looked panic stricken for a split second at such a question before regaining his composure quickly.
"Champagne?" He asked River quietly and she nodded quickly. "A bottle of your best champagne." He repeated lavishly, waving his arms unnecessarily.
"Have you urm…" The waiter stuttered, ringing his hand nervously
"Have I what?" The Doctor asked sharply, annoyed at his flirtatious glances toward River being interrupted.
"Have you got any ID… Sir?" He asked quickly without looking into the eyes of either of them. River bit quickly down on her lip to stop herself from shrieking in laughter.
"Any what?" The Doctor muttered to River, completely ignoring the man who hovered nervously beside them.
"Show him your psychic paper." River said quietly.
"I can't." The Doctor hissed. "It's in my other jacket."
"Why on earth did you leave it there?" River replied promptly.
"Because we were going on a romantic dinner and I didn't think I would need it. I mean you haven't got your gun have you?" He looked at her and she raised one eyebrow, smiling slightly. "You have, haven't you?"
"Of course I have." River laughed as she tapped one side her thigh indicating the slight bulge that concealed her weapon.
"And why do I have to show him my psychic paper again?" The Doctor asked darkly as he scowled up at the waiter.
"You have to prove you're old enough to buy alcohol." River said while trying her best to keep her dead-pan expression and not let her laughter seep through.
"I am over a thousand years old!" The Time Lord replied indigently as he rose slightly from his chair and looked the waiter squarely in the eye. "I save your planet nearly every day against attack. I am the last of my kind, the oncoming storm! I can make entire armies turn and flee at the mention of my name! I am The Doctor. I do not carry ID." He glared at them both as if they had been conspiring against him.
"Okay…" The waiter murmured nervously in response as he glanced from one to the other, clearly unsure what to make of this bold statement
"Yes sweetie, we know," River cut across, stroking his hand soothingly. "but you do have a baby face." River laughed as she handed over her own ID and flashed the poor waiter a look that made him feel as if he would explode himself as he ran off to get the champagne.
"Oh I do, do I…" The Doctor muttered as he leant across the room from where she was sitting and kissed her greedily. "And that means you…?" He grinned as they broke apart.
"Oh do shut up." River sighed lightly as the waiter brought the wine and abandoned it beside them, looking particularly perplexed by this strange couple as he did. River gently grabbed the bottle and poured both of them a glass. "Here." She sighed once again as she passed him a glass "always good to have someone older than you to show you the ropes." She raised her eyebrow at their private joke. She was so young compared to him and yet, even this early on, people assumed she was the older one in the relationship. The fact he acts like a nine year old probably doesn't help, River thought to herself and chuckled.
"Enjoy it while you can," The Doctor said sadly "There's not much longer I'll be able to hear you say that." He smiled sadly to himself, thinking of the times when he could get away with calling her Mrs Robinson that, for him, would never come again. He hated the fact that it all had to change. She knew him less every time they met and, though he tried never to show it, seeing her all-knowing expression fade with every new encounter saddened him more than he thought possible. Even though he was only just beginning to lose the woman he first fell in love with the pain he felt gave him a newfound respect for how she managed to cope when he first met her. She never let it show, the pain she must have felt. She coughed slightly and pulled him back into the moment. He shook his head slightly and tried to shake the thoughts clean out of his head.
"You still with me sweetie?" River asked gently.
"Always." He smiled back. "Just remembering."
"I bet it's going to be fantastic. " She laughed loudly.
"Oh you better believe it." He announced joyfully as he reached over to kiss her once again. "Now, let's get on with the celebrations!" He raised his glass and clinked it lightly against hers. Happy anniversary, he added silently- remembering that day, so many years ago for him and so far away for her still. He couldn't tell her but that didn't mean he couldn't remember.
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