"Look Mummy! Look what I made!" 7 year old Centurion said, running to me. I caught him in a hug.
"What is it?" I asked.
"It's a magic wand! Like the one the Doctor has!" He held up a stick, painted grey, with a small green bouncy ball stuck at the end of it.
"The Doctor doesn't have a magic wand. It's a screwdriver." Tardis said, rolling her eyes.
"Well, it's used as a magic wand. He doesn't build things with it." Centurion counters.
"You two. The Doctor does both. It's a screwdriver and a magic wand. It is just that special." I tell them.
"Tell us a Doctor story mummy! Please? Pretty please with sugar on top?" Donna asks. I smile. Ever since they were born, I told them stories of the Doctor. It helped me remember. I didn't want to forget anything.
"Alright. Gather round you three." I said, bringing my seven year old children close. "What story would you like?"
"I want the Doctor and the Pandorica." said Centurion
"No! Tell the story when the Doctor almost dies, but then the lady that poisoned him decides to save him!" said Donna.
"I like the story when the Doctor marries that lady. And for your information Donna, her name is Melody." said Tardis.
"Melody schmelody. That's when her and the Doctor kiss. Ewwww." said Centurion.
"I think it's romantic." sighs Donna. Little do my children know, Melody is me. Sometimes Dave, or someone else from the crew comes to visit, but they always call me River or Dr. Song. The children have no idea that I'm Melody.
"I have a new story for you. It's about the day of Melody's birth." I told them. "But most people know this as the time the Doctor rose higher than he ever had, then crashed and failed more than he had ever failed before." I began.
I then wove the tail of how Melody's mother and Melody had been held against their will at a place called Demon's Run. Melody was only a few hours old. Melody's mother only had two minutes to talk to Melody, before the evil lady took Melody away.
"And do you know what the mother told her? She told Melody "I wish I could tell you that you'll be loved, that you'll be safe, and cared for, and protected, but this isn't the time for lies. What you are going to be, Melody, is very, very brave." And for some reason, even though Melody was a very young baby, she never forgot those words. Never. In fact, Melody remembers them still, to this day." I said.
I went on to say how, while the evil lady took Melody away from her mother, the Doctor was raising an army. An army to rescue Melody and her mother. In the beginning, it seemed like the Doctor did the impossible. He had rescued Melody and her mother, without killing anyone. But then, it was realized that it was all a trap, and Melody was in the hands of the evil lady. The Doctor, after all his hard work, had lost. He had lost his best friend's daughter. At the time, he didn't know who Melody was yet. Then the older Melody appeared after the battle. And told the Doctor something. She explained how it had to happen, for her to become who she is now. She told the Doctor, how that tiny little baby Melody, and her, are the same person. And so, with new hope, the Doctor went on new adventures as he looked for Melody.
As I ended the story, my children were in awe. I didn't understand why, because though the plots were interesting, I really wasn't the best story teller. I'm an archaeologist. I state facts, my story telling skills really aren't up to par.
"Mummy, is the Doctor real?" Centurion asked. He always asked that question once I was finished with another story about the Doctor.
"Yes he is. And right now, I know he's traveling the universe on a new adventure." I said, kissing his forehead.
"Have you met him? The Doctor that is." asked Tardis.
"My dear, I've met the Doctor multiple times, and he is always putting others before himself, and I believe he always will." I told her. "Now, it's time for bed all of you." I said.
All of a sudden, the children were in bed, and we were in their room. I was sitting by the window in my pyjamas, and Centurion, Tardis, and Donna were practically asleep. The one nice thing about living in a hard drive is that if you decide for it to be a certain time of day, it becomes that time instantly. It made it easier for me to put the kids to bed. I held my diary in my hands and flipped through the pages. So many memories. So much had happened between us. So many times, I thought that I was truly going to die, and so many times I lived. In a way, I was still living now. I kissed the children goodnight and went to my room across the hall.
My room was simple. There were white walls, a wooden desk, a window seat, a bathroom, a bookshelf, and my queen sized bed. The bed had TARDIS blue sheets and pillows, with white trim. I slipped under the sheets. They were as soft as always. There was a lamp was beside my bed. I flipped it on. I wasn't ready for sleep just yet.
I kept looking through my diary. I missed the Doctor. I missed him so much. He was my husband. My Doctor. He was always ranting about time and we would always argue about how to fly the TARDIS. I would always win, though he would never admit it. I loved how whenever he came back from whatever adventure he'd been on, he'd say to me "Hi honey, I'm home."
I didn't realize that I'd been crying until I tasted tears. I missed him. I missed him so much. The only thing that hurt worse than this was when I thought I killed him. It wouldn't hurt so much if I knew I would see him again. But I wouldn't. I was here, in a place where the Doctor would never be able to reach me. I'd never kiss him again, I'd never hold him again, and I'd never see his clever face again. I'd never have the urge to slap him, I'd never watch him work under pressure, and I'll never again hear him say "Hi honey, I'm home. "And no matter how much I'll call for him, this time, the Doctor won't come. And with that thought, I fell asleep.
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-Princessa Mia