A/N: Hello all! Sorry for the wait. I just had trouble wrapping up the whole thing. I hope this didn't suck and if does, well, I'm sorry.

Disclaimer: You know the drill. Stop, drop, and- Oh. Sorry. I mean, I don't own Doctor Who and its affiliates, other than some merchandise. But that's probably the extent. Oops! Rambling, anyway...

Enjoy!

In the end, River and I saved the universe from a power hungry mad man hell bent on taking over the universe. You know same old, same old. Then we went to Barcelona, the city not the planet, for some chocolate milkshakes, starting few a revolutions or seven and a shopping spree for River since she's not getting out for a while, what with twelve thousand consecutive life sentences.

The TARDIS landed with a thud. Then a low and soft humming permeated the whole room.

"So this is it for now," I said facing her and she facing me.

"Yeah," she said fiddling with a ring.

"You should get going," I stated awkwardly.

She nodded. "The Doctor and a future you said that we were going to take me to the Singing Towers of Darillium," she smiled warmly. My face blanked from all emotion.

No. Nonononononono. NONONONONONONONO. This is not happening.

She had kept talking about the Towers, not noticing my attention had gone to a different River. A confident woman in a spacesuit, going bravely to her death. All I could see is her face, red and splotchy, but smiling till the end.

"Guardian? Guardian," she calls my name and touched my cheek to take me out of my pained trance. I look down into her eyes, she looks so young, yet I can see the many things that weigh down her life. I pull her to me suddenly and hug her tightly.

She stiffens at first, then relaxes into the hold. "You okay?" she asks into my chest.

I swallow a lump that lodged itself in my throat. I want to lie, say that I'm fine. But I'm not. "No, not really," I manage to croak out. "But I will be."

She pulls away slightly to look up into my face. A concerned frown mars her beautiful face. "What's wrong?" I open my mouth to backtrack. She puts a finger on my lips to halt it. "I mean the truth."

I sigh and shake my head. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything," I replied tiredly. "It's spoilers anyway."

She lookes at me with sympathy and curiosity. "Is it bad?" she asks, unknowingly hitting the nail on the head. River probably feels my muscles stiffening. She sighs and rests her head on my chest. "That bad, huh? We'll get through it. Remember, I'm your little princess. You're my guardian angel and big brother."

I chuckle slightly at the childish thinking. "Spoilers, River," I tease looking down at my apparently little 'sister.'

She smirked like a cat got the canary. "You told me to call you that before you left last week."

I tilted my head in confusion. "But you-?"

She laughed. "Yeah, no! That would be weird. And bit gross."

I rolled my eyes in fond exasperation. I poked and then tickled her lightly, making her giggle and tried to get away from me.

"Kai!" she said in between laughs. "M-mer-cy! Mercy!"

I stopped and took a deep breath of her hair, trying to memorize the scent of cinnamon, rain, and something that was just River Song. I held her tightly with River reciprocating just as well.

We would have stayed that way until the TARDIS hummed a warning, making me squeeze a bit tighter, then letting go while taking a step back.

"Yeah, we should probably go," she paused. "Unless… you want to go on another adventure?"

I cleared my throat. "Umm… Yeah best not," I replied, both of us walking towards the door and stopping at the threshold. "Should I escort you back?"

"No, it's okay," she smirked. "Plus you need to get the Doctor and Donna out of that mini Time Lock you put them in."

I nodded and chuckled. "Yeah, see you around Dr. Song?"

"Oh, you'll see me." And with that, she walked off further into the prison. I started the dematerialization sequence into the Vortex.

I was flipping a few switches and looking at the scanner. It showed River in black scholarly robes, signifying her doctorate degree in archaeology. I smiled grimly at the smirking smile that showed a mischievous glint in her eyes. I sighed again, closing my eyes and finally letting the tears fall down my cheeks. Though I hadn't known her a while yet, it hurt so much. It was like losing my twin all over again.

I didn't know how long I stayed in my pity party, when the TARDIS began talking.

'So when do you want me to unlock the Time Lock?' she asked gently.

I jumped a few feet in the air. "Omega! Cardiac arrest, ring a bell?!" I yelped panic.

She just laughed, amused by me. 'Well?'

I took a deep calming breath and sighed, swiping my eyes and blowing my nose on a handkerchief.

"I'm going to sleep. It's been a long few weeks. So unlock it when I finally do fall asleep."

'Night-night, don't let Donna's slap bite,' she sing-songed cruelly.

I started towards my room and pointed accusingly at the ceiling.

"Oi! That's not funny, alright," I warned good-naturedly.

She just kept laughing, the mean old lady.

This now brings us back to the present predicament. The Doctor and Donna in a compromising position and loudly whispering a way to get out without me catching them, even though I already knew the raunchy details of this hilarious affair.

"Ah… No, I haven't seen her…" the Doctor called through the door then more hushed whispers. "…maybe she's wandering the halls. Why what's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing. It's just…" I paused deliberately. "Never mind Doctor. Sorry to have bothered you."

I waited for him to bite on the 'bait.'

"No, no, no, no. Wait!" he opened the door. "It's just what?"

I determinedly looked the Doctor in the eyes as to not be distracted by his slight nakedness. I cleared my throat pointedly. But he still didn't get the problem.

"Doctor, do you mind closing your robe?" I asked delicately.

It took him a seconds to what that meant. He blushed furiously and I shook my head while chuckling in my amusement.

"Well, it's just she seemed more distant from me and talks about you more than most girlfriends should," I lied. "I think she's in love with you Doctor."

The only thing the man was able to do was gape at me like a fish and splutter.

"I—uh—um" I cut him off.

"I just hope you let her down easily," I said 'sadly.'

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Why's that?"

"Well, you said that you don't have any feelings for Donna. Remember?" I teased.

"Oh, right. Um—yeah…" he sputtered awkwardly.

I slumped my shoulders 'dramatically.'

"Can you just tell Donna, if you happen to see her, to meet me in the library?" I glibly asked.

He nodded a little too enthusiastically.

"Yeah, yeah. Sure, Guardian," he replied with vigor.

With that I turned to go back to my room and shower, leaving the Doctor to Donna to deal with… I can already feel a slap coming in my near future. Shit.

Showered and dressed in a fitted white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up the elbows and the two top buttons were not buttoned, a V-neck double breasted fitted gray waistcoat with thin black lapels, dark trousers, and black dress loafers. A frock coat lay on the left arm of sofa I was occupying with my back on said arm while my legs are intertwined on the sofa. I slipped off my loafers before putting my feet on the sofa and put the loafers next to the side-table.

Seeing as I might have to wait for an inordinate amount of time for Donna to come and beat the living crap out of me, I decided to venture and read a few Deadpool comics.

I was so immersed in the comics the footfalls of one Donna Noble did not alert me out of this world I built in my head and only was scared out of it.

"YOU!" she boomed and pointed accusingly.

I immediately looked towards the irate ginger, which incidentally, stalked over with squared shoulders. Aww, shit. Where can I hide? Can I run fast enough? Hold on… I asked her to meet me here…

"Well, that was stupid," I muttered under my breath.

I sighed and put the comic down on the coffee table. I turned, put my shoes back on and a brave face. This will be painful; I can already feel tension vibrating off the woman.

I took a deep breath and stood in face of the scariest woman in all of creation. The slap was not unexpected, but it still hurt! I caressed my stinging cheek, perhaps a cold compress later without the livid woman in front of me. Yeah probably a good idea.

"What do you have to say for yourself?" she ground out and crossed her arms.

Right… Donna.

"Nothing," I stated glibly.

"WHAT?!" she screeched. I winced from the volume.

"I said I have nothing to say," this time without the emotions.

"You have better, or else you'll be feeling another slap coming your way till next Thursday, Timeboy," she gritted out deliberately. I closed my eyes to steel myself and then opened them to see the open hostility in the other set of eyes within the room. "Well?"

"I was getting tired of your boyfriend's idiocy, so I thought I could just speed up the process," I started.

"Speed up the process? Are you out of your mind?" she hissed.

"No, that would be the Doctor. Plus, I'm guessing the sex wasn't all too bad," I responded cheekily.

To which she blushed furiously and visibly deflate from her angry rant, causing me smirk in response.

"I'm taking that as a yes," I said blithely.

"Oh, shut up," she grumbled. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Right, coz you would have been absolutely delighted to do that," I replied dryly.

"Oi!" she huffed in indignation. I sat back down in the sofa unceremoniously and looked back at the woman. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"This'll take a while. So I thought I might as well just sit down," I replied calmly as she sat next me.

"How can you be so calm?" she bit out. "I slapped and berated you."

"Same way a person would if a cobra was poised to attack. I'm just trying not to get bit with venom," I stated. "Although, one could say I already have."

"Watch it Timeboy," she snapped frostily. Then her demeanor changed into one of defeat or sadness. What the hell did the Doctor do?

"Donna, what happened after I left?" I broached carefully.

She looked at me with eyes glistening, threatening to fall any moment.

"He—he said—he just wanted to be friends," she sobbed. I threw my arms around her and let cry on my shoulder.

"Oh, Donna," I crooned softly. "What exactly did he say?"

She hiccupped a few more times before speaking again.

"He began talking about how you were going be furious," she began.

Well this is going to be messier than I thought, Doctor you are the biggest idiot when it comes to emotions. I sometimes wonder how your companions haven't killed you because of it.

"Jeez. Did you say anything otherwise?" I asked softly.

"I couldn't get a word in," she sobbed. "And he just rambled then took off for control room muttering about fixing a loose valve or something."

"You mean he literally ran away from the problem? Typical. This is worse than I thought," I whined.

"You're telling me," she muttered.

"No, I mean the 70s called, they want their blouse back," I grinned. She swatted my chest.

"That's not funny," she said grumpily.

"Yes, it is," I insisted grinning even wider. "Come on, I see a smile."

Her lips twitched, trying hard not to smile. She sighed.

"Fine. I give," finally giving me a genuine but small smile. "What are we going to do today, Brain?"

"The same thing we do night, Pinky! Try and take over the world," I laughed. "I don't suppose you'd like some tea?"

"You are not allowed the kettle till I say so," she reprimanded lightly.

"Afraid I'll take advantage?" I replied cheekily.

"No. And that's the problem," she countered laughing.

"Don't worry Donna, I'll do something about that," I said in mock seriousness. "If it'll save you from distress, then it's a risk I'm willing to take."

"Geroff Timeboy! Let's go to the kitchen," she ordered lightly.

"Okay, let me make it up to you. I'll bake you fresh scones with that tea you're going make," I suggested.

She mock dramatically sighed.

"If I really have to," she tried keeping a straight face along with a brief moment of silence but failed and I laughed along with her.

Grinning, we both stood up and walked out of the library both of us having a different outlook we had at that moment. Hers in acceptance of the fate she was given, and mine, in that I happen hate that idea so much so I want to take it into another direction to obliterate it.

Oh this going to be so much fun. Too bad they don't know it yet.

Finally right? Thanks to those who have reviewed, followed, favorited, or just lurked. This keep me going and gets me excited in writing. Anyway, R&R guys and gals!

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