No one's P.O.V.

That night as the kids got ready for bed, they contemplated all that had happened that day. Donna was sitting down in front of a vanity mirror and table while Tardis brushed her hair. Centurion was fiddling around with wires and electronic gizmos, trying to copy the Doctor's sonic screwdriver. It was something he always dreamed of doing since he was little. Now though, that the Doctor was here and getting close to his Mum, he wasn't sure if he wanted to copy him anymore.

"Mum looked really happy, didn't she?" Donna asked, watching in the mirror while Tardis began braiding Donna's hair.

"Happier in a long time." agreed Tardis.

"I don't know about you, but I'm not sure if I like the Doctor with Mum." said Centurion.

"Why not? She's happy isn't she?" Tardis asked.

"But she's OUR mum. And all of a sudden the Doctor waltzes in and now all Mum can focus on is him, and besides, I think the Doctor will eventually just break Mum's heart. I don't really trust him." said Centurion.

"I think you're just jealous. We wished for the Doctor and for our father who's not our father. The Doctor is both. Not to mention, we all loved Melody Pond in the stories and it turns out that Mum is Melody. We had always thought that Melody and the Doctor should always be together. Plus, we wanted the Doctor here so Mum could be happy." said Tardis.

"I am not jealous!" Centurion retorted.

"Sure you are, it's only natural. You used to be the only guy in the family, and now the Doctor is taking your entire spotlight." Tardis said.

"As I said, I'm not jealous." Centurion told her.

"Alright then, over-protective. You don't want to see Mum with anyone and get hurt, and so you dislike any man that comes near her except for you." Tardis counters.

"I am not! I just don't think it's fair that the Doctor can come out of nowhere and sweep Mum off her feet like that." Centurion said.

"But now that he's here, Mum is going to leave us, and never come back. She's going to let us disappear forever." Donna said quietly. She looked like she was about to cry. The room was silent. They had finally come to the whole "we just found out we're programs" business.

"Well, we were never real to begin with. We're just computer programs." Centurion said quietly.

"Mum's a program now. So is the Doctor, since they're in hard drive." Donna pointed out.

"No, Mum and the Doctor are code. Not programs. There's a difference." Tardis explained. "Codes can be retranslated to matter, while programs are stuck in the hard drive. They are generated by the computer and cannot leave the computer. If the computer no longer needs them they can just delete the programs."

There was silence as they processed that. At any moment after River left, they could be deleted. Gone. Forever.

"What are we going to do?" Donna asked.

"What can we do? Mum's going to leave and that's going to be the end of it." Tardis said.

"What if, we were able to make her stay?" Centurion asked. Donna looked up and Tardis turned to look at him.

"What do you mean?" Donna asked, a little bit of hope showing through.

"We have to show her how she doesn't want to leave. Why she wants to stay. And, while we're at it, we can put up some tests for the Doctor to see if he deserves Mum." Centurion grinned.

"So... Be really good? Make her food? How would we do that? Plus come up with tests for the Doctor?" Tardis asked.

"Oh, I have a few ideas." Centurion said. And so, the planning began.

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River's P.O.V.

As I brushed my teeth in my bathroom, I peeked into my room to see the Doctor looking through my papers on my desk. He was still wearing his dress pants, suspenders, button down shirt, jacket, and bow tie. He refused to take it off. It was so odd for me. The last time I saw him, it he was in his previous generation. And now, he was my Doctor again. I play back that last time in my mind.

He had been wearing blue. All blue. It looked good on him, but it was funny to see him in Converse shoes and no bowtie. He was so confused by my presence, and I could see he was worried for what his future had in store for him if he had given me, an archeologist of all things, his sonic screwdriver, not to mention the fact that I knew his true name. That might have scared him worse frankly.

Then Donna seemed to have died. But the computer said that she had been saved. We figured at first that the computer meant her body or something, since her face was on one of those statues. He was heartbroken, and was starting to show more emotion. Usually I would have found this to be a good thing, but at the time we were all in a life-or- death situation and that was when he needed to keep his head the most. And then, we found that all the people were stuck in the hard drive. The Doctor stubbornly wanted to use himself for the download, but I wouldn't allow it. And so I did the only thing I could. I punched him and knocked him out. I smiled at the memory. The next thing he knew, he was handcuffed to a pole, and I was getting ready to download.

"Handcuffs? Why do you have handcuffs?" He asked me.

"Spoilers, you'll find out eventually." I told him. I told him goodbye with tears running down my cheeks, and the next thing I knew, I was here, saved in the Data Core. And I'm so grateful for that.

The Doctor picked up my diary, bringing me out of my reverie, not opening the book, but just holding it. He ran his fingers over the worn, TARDIS blue cover. So many memories in that little book. So much had happened. I finished up brushing my teeth and called to the Doctor.

"Everything all right Sweetie?" I asked from the bathroom, now trying to fix my hair a little. More of just an excuse to stay where I was and act casual.

"Yes. Yes. Everything's fine honey." He seemed as if he had just woken up out of a trance. Something was definitely on his mind. I went over to him, stood on the other side of the desk and looked him straight in the eye.

"What is it?" I asked, taking his hand.

"Do you remember the first time you met me?" He asked. I laughed.

"How could I not? I kept trying to kill you, but you knew practically my every move. And when it finally seemed like I had succeeded, I realized that I didn't want you dead." I told him. He kissed my forehead.

"And thank goodness for that, or else I wouldn't be able to save you now."

I didn't say anything for a moment. I wanted to go, but how could I leave my kids? I really felt like I was their mother. I couldn't just abandon them.

"Doctor, I've done a lot in my life. I've killed people, I've saved people, and faced more in one lifetime than what some people might never face in their life. But, for once, I don't know if I can push through it. I don't know if I can leave without Tardis, Centurion, and Donna." I said quietly looking away. The Doctor tilted my chin up so I would look at him.

"River. You have to remember. They are only programs. They aren't real. They look and act as if they have feelings, but the computer just generates that image. They don't feel anything." The Doctor said. He looked a bit upset himself. Then he controlled himself.

"Right then." He said looking at his watch. "It's been approximately 15minutes since I arrived here. It's the same day you died actually. Everyone is already gone, including Donna and last generation me. The shadows gave me an entire day, but, we only have about two hours left to get you out and leave." He explained.

"So how long have I been in here?" I asked.

"Oh, about, 12 hours." The Doctor told me.

"12 hours. I've had the kids 12 years. Every hour is approximately a year here." I figured out.

"For the most part, yeah." He said, agreeing with me.

I opened my mouth to say how we could stay for a year in here, then I could say goodbye to the kids. But that was ridiculous. It would just be harder. I had to leave as soon as possible if I wanted to go and actually live again. And if I wanted to stay by the Doctor's side for the rest of my life. I don't think I could handle parting with him a second time.

I led the Doctor to the bed and slipped under the covers. The Doctor sat on the other side, tucking me in, then running a hand over the sheets.

"They're TARDIS blue." He remarked, talking about the covers.

"Of course they are sweetie, what other color would they be?" I asked, brushing him off.

"I don't know, red maybe, or green. No, that's too Christmassy. Orange is cool. I like orange. I should start wearing orange-" I cut him off with a kiss.

"Blue is best." I whisper to him.

"Right." He says, looking into my eyes, trying to form a single thought. "We'll stick to blue. Blue is great. I like blue." He says.

"Good." I tell him. I give him another quick kiss and then lay down. "Goodnight Sweetie." I turn off the light.

"Goodnight River." He murmurs back. And with that, he slips into bed and we fall fast asleep.

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Notice: This Fanfic is currently on hold since I am working on my other Doctor Who fanfic Letters Never Sent. Its summer though, so hopefully I'll come back to this soon.

IMPORTANT: if you have ideas for tests the kids could have for the Doctor to see if he deserves River please let me know! It will help me update faster!

-Princessa Mia