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Highway Unicorn (Road to Love)-Lady GaGa

Run run with her top down, baby she flies.
Run run with the fury of a saint in her eyes,
Run run, ha cha cha cha, baby she goes
With blonde hair and a gun smoking under her toes.

Woah, woah
Ride ride pony, ride ride.
Woah, woah
Ride ride pony tonight.

We can be strong,
We can be strong,
Out on this lonely run
On the road to love.

The Doctor stepped out of his TARDIS, one hand held on the side of the wooden arch, the other held high to shield his eyes from the bright sun. He was parked right next to an old airplane hangar, which was currently housing a large, private plane presently de-boarding its occupants. Surrounding the hangar were massive fields and a flat skyline, tall and shimmering buildings far out in the distance.

"This isn't the ocean of Triflaxsis-Alpha..." he murmured to himself. "Oh well, let's explore, shall we?"

He tapped the blue box affectionately and strode out towards the plane, a large smile on his face to create a sunny exterior. Better to hope for the best, he thought.

Upon reaching the passengers, he noticed their skin to be a brilliant blue that sparkled amiably when under sunlight. The people had three arms each, all currently holding one article of luggage. The closer the Doctor got to the passengers, he noticed a small group of them standing in a circle, facing outwards. The group were dressed uniformly in blue suits that matched their skin tone, their expressions stern and unchanging.

He watched as one person missing an arm flashed identification and entered the circle to inspect whatever was being protected. Now within twenty meters of them, he heard a voice call out:

"Halt! State your name and home planet and don't come any closer!"

The Doctor held his hands up in surrender and flashed the gun-wielding blue man a pleasant smile. "Woh, gun. Hello there, I'm the Doctor. Don't worry, I'm a friend!"

"Home planet."

He arched an eyebrow at the man. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Try me."

"Alright," the Doctor chuckled. "Gallifrey."

The entire group darted their heads back and forth in confusion, each person looking for someone with common knowledge. No one seemed to recognize the name, except for one person in the very back who straightened up considerably.

"And where's that, eh? Don't play games with me, son. Now where are you from, out with it."

The Doctor tilted his head in puzzlement. "Really? Gallifrey? Big war across the stars? Time lords?"

The man before him laughed, but held his gun tight. "Time lords? That's a bedtime story."

"I'll have you know-"

But before he could finish, the Doctor was interrupted by a booming female voice that sounded oddly familiar coming from the back of the group. "He's telling the truth."

Intrigued whispers settled throughout the crowd, shock apparent on all faces. The woman stepped forward and rubbed her face with one hand, blue paint smoothed away to reveal a human complexion. The Doctor realized this was the person who had infiltrated the circle before he approached, but kept quiet.

The throng turned to face her and someone shouted, "What the hell? And who are you, then?"

She coughed, striding purposefully towards the Doctor. "Hello, sweetie."

"River?" he asked, incredulous. As she walked towards him she shook loose her hair from the blue cap she was wearing, golden curls now free and wild.

"Time to run," she smiled.

And then the pair was off, sprinting towards the TARDIS, hand-in-hand. The sound of gunfire and streaks of bullets danced throughout their legs, almost grazing the back of the Doctor's knee. He snapped from a few meters away and rushed into the console room, ignoring the shrieks and grunts coming from the people following closely behind.

River ran up the stairs ahead of him, dialing in coordinates and panting heavily. Once she was assured they were safely away from their attackers, she turned to face him and laughed. She reached into her coat and brought forth a small black box, then proceeded to toss it at him.

"A present, for you."

He stared disbelieving at her. "What?"

"Well, I suppose that's a lie. It's really a present for me, that you are going to give to me later on. Or earlier on, depending on whose viewpoint we're talking."

He looked confusedly at the box in his hands and flipped it over, then opened the top to draw out a small diamond in the shape of a circle.

"You're going to have get that set into a silver chain, so you know." She reached into her bosom and pulled out a necklace previously hidden, the same diamond glittering back at him. "See?"

He continued to gape at her, absentmindedly fingering the small gem. "Why was it being guarded?"

"Oh," she waved a hand to dismiss the question. "Last perfectly circular diamond of the Diamond Caves. Romantic, isn't it?"

"River!" his eyes bulged, fuming. "You can't just take this! This should be in a museum or a private collection, or, or, I don't know. Not here!"

"Apparently I can."

He shook a finger at her, reprimanding her boastful smirk. He walked over to where she stood, putting the gem back in the box and handing it over to her. "I don't want this, take it back."

"But Doctor, if I do that, how will you give it to me as a graduation present?"

"Time can be rewritten!"

She scoffed. "Please, darling, it's just a diamond. I promise I'll really appreciate it. Besides, who knows what you might get in return?" she winked at him.

He blushed a delicious shade of red and stammered for a moment before sticking the box in his coat (which resulted in a proud laugh from River) and walking over to the pilot chair, releasing a loud huff as he did. He frowned back at her.

"You need a hobby," he sighed.

"Who says thieving isn't a hobby?"

He sighed again, rubbing his cheek with one hand. "The blue is a bit much, I've got to say. I know it's undercover and all that, but still."

She pouted, circling in a mock showcase. "You mean you don't like it? I was thinking it might be my new thing."

He grinned at that, folding his arms across his chest. Now it was his turn to smirk, and he chuckled throatily before standing up and sauntering over to her. He stopped directly in front of her and swiped her face with one hand, blue paint smearing on to his palm.

"Hey!"

And then they were rolling on the floor laughing, spreading blue on their clothes and the floor, laughing whole-heartedly as they attacked each other with blue hands. Somehow they ended up with River atop him, pinning his biceps to the floor, trying hard to contain her giggling. A few rogue curls fell into her face and he lifted one hand to brush it away, leaving a blue streak on the side of her hair.

"I win," she heaved, breathless from laughing.

He smiled at her, locking her eyes with his. Suddenly, a mischievous tint appeared in hers as she continued.

"Race you to the shower."