River smiled calmly, taking a sip of her tea "Hello, sweetie." Her smile was almost a smirk, and it taunted the Doctor as he straightened his bow tie.

"Harry." John interrupted, standing up to greet the Doctor with a firm handshake.

The Doctor looked confused and shook his hand, then licked it and slicked his hair back.

"She's been going by the name Harry, she's my sister." John stated.

"But- How?- Amy?"

"Couldn't have children." River finished his sentence with a nod. "If you remember correctly, you sent my parents back in time and they adopted."

The Doctor pointed at John in astonishment, "But- You? - Anthony?"

John nodded. "John Anthony Watson"

"Brother-in-law?" The Doctor squeaked, pulling his now seemingly tight bow tie off of his neck.

John looked as if he was going pale. "Brother-in-law?" John questioned, sending River a look.

River smirked and winked at him, taking another sip of her tea.

"You two?" John questioned, suddenly needing to sit down again.

The Doctor's face reddened with a blush.

River laughed and stood up and gave him a peck on the cheek. " 'fraid so brother." She straightened his bow tie carefully, he had messed it up so with all his flailing, after all. He was so cute when he blushed though.

Clara coughed. She felt sort of awkward at this family reunion. "So!" She interrupted, "Would you mind telling us about Sherlock?"

As if John's face wasn't pale enough already, if he got any whiter, he would look like a sheet of paper, and the slight smile fell a million miles from his face. "Ah, yes, Sherlock..." He trailed off, looking down at the floor.

The Doctor nudged Clara, and they both took a seat, "I was getting to that." He muttered. "No need to be insensitive." But really he was just upset he didn't get to ask.

River sat back down as well, rubbing John's back lovingly. She knew how much the loss of his friend had upset him. She consoled him for the first month of Sherlock's death.

John shook his head, obviously overhearing what The Doctor had said, then looked up at River, and she nodded. "I can do this." He took Rivers other hand with a squeeze "He jumped off a building...To-To save me." His throat was getting choked as he tried to form words. "Moriarty had guns trained on me, and the only way his men would stop, is if Sherlock jumped off that building." He itched a spot on his newly grown mustache, trying to stop his stinging eyes.

The Doctor nodded sadly, not knowing what else to say. He knew what it was like to lose someone. He caught River's glance for a moment, then kneeling in front of John and taking his hands. "What if he's not dead?"

"Doctor, he's a clever man, but they buried him, I saw." John protested. He had spent months trying not to blame himself for Sherlock's death, he didn't want to add false hopes on top of that.

"John, I know what it's like to lose someone," He looked straight at River while he was talking, not even knowing if this River was from his time stream, "And you never know," He started with a faint smile. "You never know where they might pop up again." He added with a wink.

River looked back at him. How was she supposed to explain how she was back from the library? She tried not to show her emotion as the Doctor looked at her, but she could feel her eyes begin to sting.

"Doctor?" John questioned. "Do you know something I don't?" He asked with a quirked eyebrow.

"Spoilers!" The Doctor said, winking at River, and hoping up, only to spin around.