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The Doctor quickly led us to his TARDIS which was parked on the other side of the diner where we couldn't see it. The Doctor was chattering on as usual, but the rest of us were staying quiet and in all honesty not listening to a word the Doctor said. Personally, I was just trying to not say anything I shouldn't. After all, at the moment I was still very angry with him, and this version of him would have absolutely no idea why. Amy and Rory on the other hand were trying to wrap their heads around the fact that this was not the same Doctor from that afternoon; at least that was what I assumed.

As we entered the amazing blue box, the Doctor rushed up to the consul while we were still not paying much attention to him. He was going on about how getting to 1969 would be easy and just talking without really saying anything. Finally, Amy just walked away. When he began talking about Canton Everett Delaware the third, I followed my mother, not wanting to really be around the Doctor at the moment.

Amy was sitting on the lower level of the TARDIS, and she turned to me. She seemed to automatically know I had followed her. "How are you so calm?"

"You think this is me calm?" I scoffed. "I'm ready to strangle the man, but we both know that it's how he dies; so I can't at the moment." I was only half kidding.

"But he's not dead. He's standing up there, being his normal self."

"That's because he doesn't know what's coming. He has no idea what we've witnessed today."

"Explain it again," she requested as Rory came down, too.

"The Doctor we saw on the beach is a future version, two hundred years older than the one up there," I said carefully.

"But all that's still going to happen. He's still going to die."

"We're all going to do that, Amy." I couldn't help but think back to two small rooms in New York about five years apart. One died from their heart failing and the other from it breaking.

"We're not all going to arrange our own wake and invite ourselves. So, the Doctor, in the future, knowing he's going to die, recruits his younger self and all of us to- to what, exactly? Avenge him?"

I was a little surprised. Rory seemed to understand this better than Amy. I knew that Rory was brilliant, but he also was generally not as interested the Doctor's actions as Amy. Amy just seemed so hurt and confused, probably because she had always trusted the Doctor not to hurt her whereas Rory had not had the same faith in him.

"Uh huh, avenging's not his style," I told Rory. Plus, the Doctor from the future knew I was the one that was going to kill him. And he had forgiven me. No, he wasn't after me.

"Save him?" Amy asked hopefully.

"Yeah, that's not really his style either." Rory was right; I had tried to on the beach.

"We have to tell him."

"We've told him all we can," I told her. "We can't tell him we've seen his future self. He's interacted with his own past; it could rip a hole in the universe."

"Yes, but he's done it before," Amy argued.

Rory's reply came quick, "And in fairness, the universe did blow up." I looked at Rory for a moment, wondering what he was referring to. I didn't remember that story. I guess it was an adventure to look forward to.

I quickly recovered. Amy continued her fight, "But he'd want to know."

"Would he? Would anyone?" I asked. If they both would want to carry that knowledge with them, then I could give them those answers, but it would not be an enjoyable experience for any of us.

Before they could answer, the Doctor stuck his head down. "I'm being extremely clever up here, and there's no one to stand around looking impressed! What's the point in having you all?" he asked before getting back to work.

"Couldn't you just slap him sometimes?" I asked my parents.

Rory and I began heading back up when Amy asked, "River, we can't just let him die. We have to stop it. How can you be okay with this?"

"Because the Doctor's death doesn't frighten me, nor does my own. There's a far worse day coming for me."

Actually, there were two. I had noticed that the Doctor was beginning to know less and less about me. He had always known me as River Song, and I had worked to become that woman that he would inspire me to be. But like there was a time I did not truly know him, there would be a day that he would look at me and not know anything about me. And when that happens, I was pretty sure my heart would break. I had lived for this man for as long as I could remember, either loving him or despising him. And the day he no longer knew me would be one of the worst in my life.

The second would be the day I watched my parents be forced to leave the Doctor. When they would not have much of a choice and I would witness the heartbreak from the three of them. I would not be able to watch the three people I cared about most go through that. I knew how much my parents loved the Doctor, and how much he loved them. I wanted to prevent that from happening as long as I could, because none of them deserved that heartbreak.

When we arrived on the upper level of the TARDIS, the Doctor was already beginning to rant about time. "Time isn't a straight line. It's all bumpy wumpy. There's loads of boring stuff like Sundays and Tuesdays. But now and there are Saturdays. Big temporal tipping points when anything's possible. The TARDIS can't resist them, like a moth to a flame. She loves a party, so I give her 1969 and NASA, because that's space in the sixties," he told me a little flirtatiously as he tapped me on the nose. I couldn't help but smile. "And Canton Everett Delaware the third, and this is where she's pointing," he informed us as he showed us the screen.

"Washington DC, April the 18th, 1969. So why haven't we landed?" Amy asked.

"Because that's not where we're going."

"Where are we going?" Rory asked.

"Home. Well, you two are. Off you pop and make babies," he told them, and I couldn't but think about the growing fetus that would become me. "And you, Dr. Song, back to prison. And me? I'm late for a biplane lesson in 1911. Or it could be knitting. Knitting on biplanes. One or the other," he told us as he fell into a chair on the other side of the consul, his head in his hands. "What? A mysterious summons, you think I'm just going to go? Who sent those messages? I know you know, I can see it in your faces. Don't play games with me. Don't ever, ever think you're capable of that."

"You're going to have to trust us this time," I told him.

"Trust you?" he scoffed. "Sure, but first of all, Dr. Song, just one thing. Who are you? You're someone from my future. Getting that. But who? Okay. Why are you in prison? Who did you kill, hmmm? Now, I love a bad girl, me, but trust you? Seriously?"

I thought I kept a stoic face, but that was a stab to my heart which I gave him a long time ago. He knew that I killed someone, but didn't know it was him. I could understand being hesitant of me because of that, but this was the first time I had met him when he didn't trust me. This was the man who had trusted me to save him when I killed in Berlin, but yet he didn't trust me enough to go to 1969. He thought I could be setting him up for a trap, which I have never done and would never do. I would die for this man and rip apart time and space for him, and he didn't trust me enough to go on one adventure. I gave everything to that man, and he didn't know. He didn't know what how much I was sacrificing for this trip. I had been forced to watch him die again, just so I knew where to go. I was about to cross my timeline. I had just told my parents that there was a worse day coming, and this was just another sign that things were getting worse.

"Trust me," Amy told him.

"Okay," he said with little thought, and I couldn't help but be envious of my mother in that moment.

"You have to do this, and you can't ask why."

The Doctor was concerned when he asked, "Are you being threatened? Is someone making you say that?"

"No."

"You're lying."

"I'm not lying."

"Swear to me. Swear to me on something that matters."

It took her a second but finally she came up with: "Fish fingers and custard."

"My life in your hands, Amelia Pond," he told her.

"Thank you," I told her. She had unknowingly just kept time together, and hopefully I could use this adventure to gain a little of the Doctor's trust. And I could see how painful it was to lead her Doctor into what could be the beginning of his demise.

"So, Canton Everett Delaware III, who's he?" the Doctor asked as he fiddled with the TARDIS.

The screen soon showed the answer. "Ex-FBI," I read. "Got kicked out."

"Why?"

"Says he wanted to get married," I continued reading before laughing, "to a black man. I like him already."

"1969? That would have been inconceivable," Rory pointed out.

"Exactly why he got kicked out. Six weeks after he left the Bureau, the president contacted him for a private meeting."

"Yeah, 1969, who's the president?" the Doctor asked.

It showed up on the screen, but I didn't even need to look. Advantages for growing up with him as president. "Richard Milhous Nixon. Vietnam, Watergate. There's some good stuff too."

"Not enough," he scoffed.

"Hippie!" I accused.

"Archaeologist!" I wondered if he was going to get onto my career every time it came up. I would love to see his face when I told him that he was the subject of my doctoral work. "Okay, since I don't know what I'm getting into this time, for once I'm being discreet. I'm putting the engines on silent."

Of course, he pulled the wrong lever, so I pulled the correct one when he wasn't looking.

"Did you do something?" he asked me.

"No… just watching," I told him innocently.

"Putting the outer shield on invisible. I haven't done that in a while. Big drain on the power."

"You can turn the TARDIS invisible?" Rory asked shocked.

"Very nearly," I answered while the Doctor gave a short laugh. And again, I did it for him.

"Did you touch something?"

"Just admiring your skill, Sweetie."

"Good, you might learn something." I stopped my eyes from rolling; that man had a big enough ego that if it grew anymore it might destroy the universe. "Okay, now I can't check the scanner. It doesn't work when we're cloaked. Just give us a mo. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! You lot, wait a moment. We're in the middle of the most powerful city in the most powerful country on Earth. Let's take it slow."

So, he walked out of the TARDIS, and Amy and Rory moved towards me.

"River, do you know what we are getting into?" Amy asked worried. "I just told the Doctor everything will be fine."

"It will be. He will be fine," I assured them. I knew I couldn't tell Amy the same thing. "He has the three of us watching over him. And you forget, we just saw him two hundred years older."

Our conversation was cut off by the TARDIS being hit, most likely by the Doctor. He always ran into it if it was on invisible, or at least I can imagine it. I knew I had to check and see what was going on. "Every time."

"He said the scanner wouldn't work," Rory said surprised.

"I know. Bless," I smirked. It was sad I knew the TARDIS better than he did.

The Doctor had already managed to get the Secret Service to attack him. What idiotic thing had he done to get them attack him after seconds? Right, he walked into the Oval Office.

"River, have you got my scanner working yet?" he begged. I hated the man knew me so well, sometimes.

"Oh, I hate him."

Through the scanner I heard one of the men say something and then the Doctor say he wanted me to make the TARDIS blue again. I did as I was told. We began to head out the door when we heard the Doctor say, "Mr. President, that child just told you everything you need to know, but you weren't listening. Never mind, though, because the answer's yes. I'll take the case. Fellows, the guns really? I just walked into the highest security office in the United States and parked a big blue box on the rug. Do you think you can just shoot me?"

"Of all the stupid things to say," I muttered under my breath. We burst out of the TARDIS and I warned the Doctor, "They're Americans!"

"Don't shoot! Definitely no shooting!" he said with his hands up, and we followed his lead.

"Nobody shoot us either," Rory added. "Very much not in need of getting shot. Look, we've got our hands up."

"Who the hell are you?" Nixon asked, and it was the exact same voice I remembered from being a scared little girl, not understanding what was going on.

"Sir, you need to stay back," said a much younger Canton Everett Delaware the third.

"But who are they and what is that box?" the president demanded.

"It's a police box; can't you read?" the Doctor asked, before starting his rant. "I'm your new undercover agent on loan from Scotland Yard. Codename, the Doctor. These are my top operatives, the Legs, the Nose, and Mrs. Robinson," he introduced Amy, Rory, and I.

My one response was, "I hate you."

"No, you don't," he smiled.

"Who are you?" Nixon repeated.

"Nah, boring question," the Doctor decided. "Who's phoning you? That's interesting, because Canton Three is right. That was definitely a girl's voice, which means there's only one place in America she can be phoning from."

"Where?" Canton questioned with interest.

"Do not engage the intruder, Mr. Delaware."

"You heard everything I heard. It's simple enough. Give me five minutes, I'll explain. On the other hand, lay a finger on me or my friends, and you'll never ever know."

"How did you get in here? I mean, you didn't carry it in."

"Clever, eh?" the Doctor gloated.

"Love it," Canton smiled. If I didn't know better, I'd say they were flirting. Actually, that could be exactly what Canton was doing, and the Doctor was being oblivious. Again.

"Do not compliment the intruder," the Secret Service man told Canton.

He ignored him. "Five minutes?"

"Five," the Doctor confirmed.

The Secret Service agent who seemed to be the speaker then tried going to the second highest authority in the room. "Mr. President, that man is a clear and present danger to-"

Canton turned to Nixon and cut the other man off. "Mr. President, that man walked in here with a big blue box and three of his friends, and that's the man he walked past. One of them is worth listening to. I say we give him five minutes, see if he delivers."

"Thanks, Canton," the Doctor smiled.

"If he doesn't, I'll shoot him myself." I was being to like Canton more and more.

"Not so thanks," the Doctor answered.

"Sir, I cannot recommend-" the agent said again.

"Shut up, Peterson!" Nixon told him. "All right."

"Five minutes," Canton reminded him. The Doctor seemed to relax and the men pointing guns at us lowered them, and we followed suit with our hands.

"I'm going to need a SWAT team ready to mobilize, street level maps covering all of Florida, a pot of coffee, twelve Jammie Dodgers, and a fez," the Doctor informed them. I rolled my eyes at the last two of those.

"Get him his maps," Canton corrected, and I definitely liked him.