A/N:Um... Can I ever apologize enough for basically dropping of the face of Fanfiction? Probably not... But hey, at least I come back bearing tidings of new chapter! That counts for something, right? Riiiiiight? I hope so. So without further adieu, I give: a new chapter!

Well, no further adieu after this: I do not own Doctor Who, nor am I Stephen Moffat

The Doctor flew around the console room to his spinny chair and sat down. He stared at River, steepling his fingers underneath his chin.

"so, about you killing me," he began, smirking slightly.

"Well, sweetie," River smirked back. "I must say that I like you much better this way."

"What way would that be?" the Doctor raised his eyebrows

"Alive," she responded happily.

The Doctor shook his head and sighed; he was expecting more of a real answer to that.

"I should rephrase that. I mean why did you kill me-or rather who you thought was me?"

"Well I couldn't stop it. They made me, the Time Lords. It's all I was raised to do, all I knew. That is, until I actually met you."

The Doctor's face turned stony. "How? How did they... Make you, River?"

River's face took on a faraway look. She no longer existed in the present, but as a prisoner of her memory. "They hurt me. It's nothing, really. Not now that I know you sweetie, now that I love you and see the wrong in what they did. They raised me to be an obedient little assassin, and when I refused, I was punished.
"But I lived through it, and you lived through it, and we're fine." River smiled.

She knew the look in the Doctor's eyes, and it wasn't good. It meant trouble for whoever had caused her pain, but he couldn't deal with Rassilon and the Rani on his own. He couldn't deal with them with an army. When she could, she did her best to calm him down, but she knew he wouldn't be calmed, not when he was like this. She only hoped that the Oncoming Storm could handle the flames.

"Sweetie, don't put yourself in danger. You have no ide—"

"I know."

"Bu-but how?"

"I may seem incredibly thick, but I'm th—one of the most intelligent people I know. I can put two and two together, Doctor Song."

River smirked, but it quickly turned to a worried frown. "And yet, knowing what you do, you still think you stand a chance against them? May I remind you that you nearly actually died the last time?"

"But I didn't."

"Why you—"

"You know you love me."

"Debatable."

The Doctor pouted, and River sighed; he was impossible when he was like this. At least he wasn't trying to take on Rassilon and the Rani anymore. Then again, River often underestimated him, and this was no exception.

"Where are they," he questioned, switching gears as though he had multiple personality disorder.

River cursed under her breath. "You'll never be able to reach them. They're too far out of the universe, even for you."

The Doctor smiled darkly. "Nothing's too far for me, especially when someone hurts the people I love."

River shook her head. "I mean it, Doctor. Don't do this. Just let them be. I'm here, you're here, we're all fine."

"The fact that I had to fake my own death, that you were tortured because of me, and that Amy and Rory still have no idea what's going on says otherwise," the Doctor grumbled.

"I don't care what that says to you, you're still not doing anything."

The Doctor sighed in disappointment while planning his escape. "You never let me have any fun," he complained.

"Don't you dare think of sneaking off. I know where'd you go, and I'm not afraid to keep you here until you get this ridiculous idea of revenge out of your head."

The Doctor muttered rebelliously under River's withering glare. Finally, he relented and agreed to not go after anyone. For now, he thought, still rebellious. One other thought kept nagging at the back of his mind.

"River, what exactly did they do to you that was so bad it would make you…"

"A psychopath? It's a long, long story."

"I do have time, you know."

River sighed: She supposed she should be happy that he wasn't gallivanting off to a distant, burning planet for revenge. "It started after Demon's Run, when they took me to—where their base was."

"You almost told me," the Doctor taunted. "I'll get it out of you soon."

"Do you want me to tell you my story or not?"

"Sorry. Continue."

River sighed and opened her mouth again to begin telling the longest story of her life.

A/N: So... You like? If so, review! If not, Review anyway!