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Inopportune Moments
P.S, I Love You. (sorry about the extreeeeemely cheesy title!)
The Doctor screwed his face up in concentration as he tried hard to figure out where his bowtie was.
It was a lovely TARDIS blue colour, and River had complimented him on it. That was, before she had torn it off with her teeth.
"I'm sure it landed over here somewhere," the Doctor thought out loud.
He was about to pull out all stops and crawl under the king-sized bed River had developed a liking for- though she probably enjoyed who was in it the best.
Laying on his stomach and scrabbling around beneath the bed, the Doctor could see a small pink square stuck to one of the bed slats.
He flipped on his back so he could see it clearly.
"Hello, sweetie! Try the top drawer." said the note.
I should have guessed. he thought.
Something about the note was jumping at him, but he couldn't think what. He concentrated for a while, then realised it was written in Gallifreyan, which was why it seemed very out-of-place for the last of the Time Lords.
Hmm. If she's going to continue leaving these notes, he thought, she's going to have to improve her handwriting.
The writing was like a child's, round and slightly messy.
He smiled. It was adorable handwriting.
River was in their bedroom, picking up the clothes that had been thrown aside the previous night.
Her dress, the multiple layered skirts of which had enthralled the curious Doctor ("It never ends!"), lay puddled next to the wall, where he'd thrown it.
She picked it up. As she went to put it in their washing basket, a small TARDIS-blue note drifted gently to the floor from between the folds of her dress.
She put the dress on the bed, interested, and picked the curious little note up.
"Next Halloween party we're invited to, I've got dibs on this!" it said, in the most elegant Gallifreyan script she'd ever seen. Must be the Doctor, she thought, smiling to herself. Who else would write a childishly playful note in full elaborate Circular Gallifreyan?
The Doctor could not wait to get into the shower after encountering a large slimy alien with the notion that it was a fantastic idea to give him a bear hug.
He carefully took off his bowtie, which, thankfully, had escaped the slime, and put it into a little box.
Having peeled the rest of his gloopy clothes off, he stepped over to the shower. The shower mat was already covered in the slime, as it was dripping off him in long green strings.
As he reached to turn the tap, a bright pink note stuck to the side of the shower caught his attention. He sighed and peeled it off, about to ignore it and continue his mission to remove himself from the slime.
"Oh, and sweetie, leave the door unlocked. Hint hint." it said, bright pink and in undoubtedly River's handwriting.
He thought about it for a few seconds.
What on Gallifr-oh…right then.
Squelching over to the door he unlocked it and went back to his shower.
He wasn't surprised when he heard the door open, shut and the lock click a few minutes later.
Lying in bed one morning after having been to a raging party the night before, River blinked sleepily. The Doctor, who didn't sleep, being a 'proper' Time Lord, but who still insisted on sharing a bed when River did, to 'keep her company', wasn't next to her. The covers were thrown back.
I really should get up, she thought. But we're probably floating in some obscure corner of the galaxy, and we're outside of time and space, really, so will another hour or two really hurt?
She buried herself in the covers again, on the brink of falling asleep, when she became aware of a pricking sensation in her hair.
Groaning irritatedly, she ran her fingers through her mass of curls, made knotty by a combination of the dancing and sleep (or lack thereof). She felt the edge of what seemed to be a piece of paper, and sighing, she extracted it, tangling her fingers and the paper in her hair.
If this is some young space boy's phone number from last night, I am going to whoosh us over there and get the Doctor to sort him out, she thought grumpily.
It turned out to be another one of those bluer-than-blue notes.
Curling up again, she unrolled it and read the graceful scrawl.
"Good morning, sunshine! Now that you're awake, perhaps you'd care to join me for some pancakes and custard?
River grumbled half-heartedly. I am ravenous, come to think of it. And custard…I can think of so many more things that go with custard, not just pancakes…
She got up and pulled on a jumper, eager to let the Doctor know of all the other things custard was good for.
The Doctor was rifling through his bowties, looking for a suitable one. He was getting dressed to take River somewhere. Although, not knowing where they were going to go, this was proving rather difficult.
He came across a smart-looking red and white striped one. It had another one of those little pink notes he'd come to immediately associate with a certain other Time Lord with clumsily endearing handwriting and a strange appreciation for weaponry.
"My love, put this one on with your suit and come and take me out! Prison food is deplorable, sweetie, you have no idea…" it said.
She's not even in the TARDIS and she's managed to sort out my clothing dilemma! he thought. I am impressed indeed.
The TARDIS kitchen was relatively big, compared to other kitchens the Doctor had been in. But even this kitchen only had one refrigerator, and that was where the Doctor was heading, for some custard.
He pulled open the door, scanning the shelves for the bowl of custard he knew was in there.
To his surprise, the bowl had mysteriously disappeared. Grumpy, he was about to close the door when another one of the little pink notes caught his eye, sitting on the shelf in place of the bowl.
"Sorry, sweetie. I've used up all the custard. Do come and find me and I'll show you what I did with it…" the note said. The Doctor could practically hear the wink.
Well, it is custard. And where there's custard, I'm sure to appear sooner or later…thought the Doctor, a cheeky smile playing with the edges of his lips.
There was a room in the TARDIS that River had come to love. When she wasn't fighting aliens or visiting faraway galaxies, she liked to spend time in the library, which was wall-to-wall bookshelves and comfortable lounges, reading lamps and the faint smell of swimming pool.
She was browsing the bookshelves, marvelling at how there were books on every and any topic. In fact, she was almost certain that every book ever written in the entire universe, since the dawn of time, was in here.
That's one of the advantages of having a TARDIS, she thought. Infinite space, infinite numbers of rooms. It's a huge disadvantage for those who're looking for a book but don't know which one, however.
She trailed her fingers along the spines of the books, glancing at the titles.
"Space Travel for the Aquatic Lifeform." she read. "Amusing, but perhaps not."
How to Grow Planet-Sized Pumpkins…no…The Mysterious Lost Moon of Poosh…it's no mystery to me…A Thousand and One Things to Do in Negative Gravity…wait, what's this?
One of the Doctor's blue notes was stuck between two books. She pulled it out.
"Now, dear, as one of the two remaining lifeforms that can read Gallifreyan, how about you learn to write properly?" it said. River could almost hear the Doctor's voice.
She sighed and, frowning slightly, pulled the book out.
At least look at what it is, River. she told herself.
It was an ancient looking textbook. "Learning to Write Gallifreyan!" the title proclaimed in neat script. She flipped through the pages. There were little illustrations of famous Time Lords, even some of the heart-stoppingly beautiful Gallifrey.
Well, it's not as if I don't have any time…she thought. And if it stops him from being so smug...
She settled down at a table with some paper, pencils and her textbook, and proceeded to set about learning to write like a 'proper' Time Lord.
A few days later the Doctor was wandering through the library looking for a cookbook he knew was in there. Trouble is, I don't know where it is in here. he thought.
He slumped down at a table, thinking, when he noticed the textbook he'd left for River sitting there with a new, pink note on the top.
"Oh, sweetie, what on Gallifrey made you think I need lessons?" the note said, in perfect elegant script.
The Doctor smiled to himself, tracing the symbols lightly.
Authors' Note Note: As it's almost Christmas, there will be a special Christmas chapter uploaded soon!
Well, as soon as we write it!~