Sonic Screwdriver

A/N Set after the events of S9E14, The Husbands of River Song. Some of the events of 12 and River's 24-year night on Darillium. I recently watched the film One Day, and the story is of two friends who meet up the same day each year. So, this story will be one chapter per Earth year. This is like writing in their diaries, coz they might as well. Xx.

Darillium, near the Andromeda Galaxy 5347 Day 54

I can't believe him sometimes; I hate him so much. He has to make everything about him, all the time. And his stupid sonic screwdriver, he's even named this one, it sits in a pot on his desk. Walking past the door, I've heard him talking to it, he says "Gerry, I just can't get the dampers to work." Then he slams his fists on the desk and puts the sonic back in its pot.

Then sometimes I believe I underestimated him. Him and his stupid ways, I think it's his age, it's made him regress. He's like a child with new toy most of the time. Then at breakfast each day I remind him that I'm not his maid and if he wants the study to work, he'll have to clean it. He just witters some excuse under his breath and escapes my gaze for a few more hours in the study. I've half the heart to sonic him myself, it might make him pay a little more attention.

Oh, but he's my husband so I have to live with him. I made my choice and I wanted one last night with him. I just didn't know it would be this long. It's only been 54 days, well Earth days, technically here it's only been four and a half minutes. The longest four and half minutes of my life. Not much to say as of late, we've been kind of busy with ourselves, when he's not in the study that is. I know he misses travelling, and sometimes we do venture outside, but the TARDIS keeps him busy. I think maybe twenty-four years might not enough time to fix everything that's broken in this place, but that doesn't mean he isn't going to put every effort into trying.

Maybe we'll never be normal, scrap that, I know we'll never be normal. We'll never have a normal house, with a picket fence and a nice little cottage. But I don't want that, I suppose I do want this crazy life of ours, or I would've moved to a small town and settled. Gotten married to a sensible man and had some pink children. But then I wouldn't be married to the Doctor. And that is better somehow.