Note: I do not own any of these characters….except Ardesind. But he's only here a bit. R&R! I'm just having some fun trying my had at FanFic!


I'm really sorry for the long gap guys! I was planning on writing a lot this week but I got sick and then my guy decided to take me places and...anyway. Sorry it's short! I have an Anatomy & Kinesiology final in like...8 hours and I have to sleep. So. Enjoy. Sorry if you hate me. Don't be a hater! Please please PLEASE drop me a note! PLEASE. I may be more inclined to post a LOT this week if you do...


The Doctor's knuckles were white from the grip he had on the console as he heard Rory's voice over the speaker.

"She's...she's dead."

The Doctor froze.

"No...River...no No NO!"

He cried out loud and kicked the console, not caring that his toe was probably broken now. The pain in he heart was far greater than any pain or heartache he'd ever experienced in all of his regenerations combined.

The Doctor sank to his knees in despair.

River was dead. His world was dark.

He wept bitterly.


Amy and Rory were both in tears, still trying and failing over and over to revive their lifeless daughter.

"What about the baby?" Amy suddenly asked, realizing the danger.

"We've got to get help! I'll call an ambulance." Rory said, standing.

"You can't just call an ambulance, thick-head. It's a Timelord! What are we gonna tell them?"

"Well, I don't know! But personally I'd rather at least one of them lived."

Suddenly there was a blinding flash of yellow light and Amy and Rory fell backwards, shading their eyes.

The light was gone as fast as it had come.

"What was that?" Amy asked, shakily.

Rory was silent, staring at River.

Amy turned to see what he was looking at.

River was still there. She was still dead.

But there were little specks of the light floating around her.

"What is that?" Rory asked.

"I don't know, Rory...do you think it's hurting her?" Amy said, starting to cry again.

Rory drew her into his arms and held her.

"I suppo..."

Rory didn't have time to finish.

All of the sudden there was a loud gasp and River sat strait up, looking pale and unwell.

"River! You're okay!"

Amy and Rory rushed to their daughter's side and embraced her.

River groaned quietly and collapsed back onto the bed, her strength spent.

"River?"

She opened her eyes a little and weakly ran a hand through her hair.

"Do you need something?"

River shut her eyes and gathered her strength before whispering almost inaudibly, "Pasta."

"Pasta? Oh...alight..."

Amy found this quite odd but she got up to go throw something together in the kitchen.

Rory checked River from top to bottom, making sure she was alright.

He gently palpated her stomach, barely denting in her skin, checking for swelling or any sign of harm to the baby.

Rory lifted his hand to move slightly to the left and as his hand contacted her body, River flinched and made a noise.

"River? Does that hurt?"

She nodded and took a deep breath.

Rory pulled up her shirt slightly so he could see her skin.

"It doesn't seem to be bruised or anything. I think we should give it a little time and see if it gets any better or worse."

River nodded again, her eyes still closed.

Rory saw how tired and unwell she was.

"You just rest, okay? Mum and I will be back in with some pasta soon."

River smiled at his fatherly reply and rolled onto her side, drifting back off to sleep.

Just then Amy entered the room.

"She's not well, Amy. Let's let her rest." Rory whispered, backing away towards the door.

Amy looked as if she didn't want to leave River's side, but she reluctantly followed.

"All we had was a freezer lasagna. It'll be ready in just under an hour."

Rory sensed the worry in her voice.

"River's strong, Amy. She's going to be okay."