A/N: Hey, guys! I know this one is extremely short, and I'm sorry! This one takes place when River is still prison, but after TWORS. More coming soon! Enjoy!
6: Recipient- One that receives; receiver
"Your mail, Doctor Song."
River looked up. A prison guard was standing in front of her cell holding out an intricate package. She rarely got any packages, let alone mail in general. When one is in prison for murdering the most loved being in the universe, not many people send you things. She got up and retrieved her package, walking back over to her bed. She sat down and stared at what appeared to be a gift. It was meticulously wrapped in paper a shade of blue so familiar she didn't even have to think twice. There was a blue bow tie used as a ribbon to finish it off. For the Doctor, she thought, the whole package was very ornate.
She opened the box; the inside was lined with light blue tissue paper, and there was a small note card resting on top. Picking it up, River read the message.
To the recipient of my heart.
She smiled, laid the note aside, and removed the layer of tissue paper. Underneath she found two things. First she took out a glass model of the Tardis, big enough to keep on her bedside table. It was beautiful, and it looked just like the ship she considered home. Once she had placed her Tardis exactly where she wanted it, she picked up her second gift: a gorgeous red dress that described her personality to a tee. Flirtatious and adventurous yet loving and responsible enough. Under the dress was a second note.
It reminded me of you. I'll pick you up at seven. X.
She smiled, set the bow tie aside for him, picked up her dress, and ran to get ready. It was 4:00 now, leaving her with three hours before her Doctor would arrive to pick her up.
"That should be enough time."