A/N- Fluff galore! Also, same set up as my stories with 10 and 12- here's part 1 of 11's. Have fun and review!

"River! Is this really your house, now? Oops, may have to fix that. Oi! There you are!" says the Doctor as he bounces delightedly in low gravity into her house.

"Sweetie, why are you all...?" she indicates his dishevelled appearance.

"Just regenerated, new face- what do you think?" he enquires, scrunching it up in random patterns.

"I like all your faces, Sweetie. So, you regenerated and came straight to me?" she asks, quite intrigued by this turn of events.

"Well, not exactly. Sort of had a bit of a crash. Met a little girl- Amelia Pond, doesn't that sound like a fairy tale?! Anyway, there's something about her… Can't quite figure it out yet. She's all alone in a very big house. Poor little Amelia. She's brilliant though. Not even scared when I came out. I invited her to come with me," he rambles, picking up various objects and inspecting them with new eyes.

"Doctor, are you sure that's such a good idea?" River asks, nonchalantly catching another bauble as it floats down from his fidgety hands. After all, someone had to look out for her mother's wellbeing, even if she did know how this particular fairy tale played out.

"Course it is. I can look after her, she can look after me, what's not to like?" he responds, the only surviving dodo bird egg in existence flying from his hands and soaring over his head.

"And you know how to look after a child?" River questions sceptically, primly plucking it from the air before it hits the ground, replacing it on its shelf.

"Well, I suspect it's like looking after any other human," he retorts wryly, studying a prismscope.

"No, Doctor. It's not," River warns, taking the prismscope from his hands and forcing him to face her.

"Come on, River! It'll be brilliant! I'll make her a bunk bed so she can climb the ladder- I'll even make sure she eats boring foods, like vegetables and things. Except apples. Have you tasted an apple- look, she gave me one." He holds up the small fruit, tossing it in the air before catching it and sticking it back in his pocket, looking away, suddenly pensive.

"Doctor-"

"I've got to go back for her River. She's a little girl and she's all alone," he explains quietly, desperation in his tone.

"Sweetie-" She sighs, reaching for him. Then, his eyes widen in excitement.

"Wait a moment, River- does this house- there's another level over there!"

"Of course there is, my love," she says, shaking her head in amusement as he runs over to inspect the hidden staircase.

"But I didn't notice it before-" he pouts, curious.

"I know, Sweetie, there's a-"

"Perception fil- I've got to go!" he yells, suddenly turning back around and racing toward his still-recalibrating ship.

"Doctor, where're you going?!" River askes, his sudden change in expression worrying her.

"I just realized something, River! That little girl's in danger!" he calls behind him, waving his hand flippantly as he goes to rescue his little Amelia Pond.

"Okay, but just-" she tries.

"I've got to be off anyway, I promised I'd be back in five minutes!" And, with that the doors shut behind him, the TARDIS dematerializing quickly.

"Well," River turns around at the voice behind her, "it's nice to know he at least tried to come back in time," says Amy with a glum smile, arms crossed over her chest.

"Just think Amy. If he had come back in time, you wouldn't have had the opportunity to see all my wonderful potential."

"Oh, Dad- there's always been more to you than just potential. But I am glad I got to be born, so it's a good thing that man can't drive." Amy sticks her tongue out at her husband and daughter while both of them just chuckle at the Doctor's unsuccessful endeavours to raise a very young Amelia Pond.

Then they hug Amy in sympathy, both of them resting their head on each of her shoulders, looking up at her with matching pathetic expressions and big puppy dog eyes.

"Come on, Amy- you know you'd miss us if the Doctor had known what he was doing."

"And your life would be so very empty if you'd never had your wonderful husband and gorgeous, amazing daughter to spend all those years together with while you were waiting."

"Hey, how come I only get one description and you get two?"

"Focus, Dad."

"Right." Both of them turn again to look up at Amy, each giving her playful, hopefully pitiful looks.

"I hate you both," she grumbles down at them.

"No you don't," they say together with wide, identical smiles.

"River! I'm here! Properly dressed and everything this time! Look at me, I'm cool! Got a bowtie now- and braces." The Doctor beams at her, twirling to show off his cool-ness as she sits at her dining table drinking a coffee.

"I can see that my love. Your outfit is... beyond words, as usual. Though you know I prefer when you're wearing-"

"River- she kisses people!" the Doctor cuts her off even as he feels his face begin to heat up.

"Who?" asks River with an inquisitive smile, proud at the blush she'd imposed on her young husband.

"Amelia! My little Amelia Pond! Well, she's Amy now. Boring name. Ameeelia. Much more fairytale."

"So, I take it it ended up being more than five minutes?" she cuts off his ramble before it begins.

He looks sheepish as he mumbles, "Twelve years..."

"Doctor!"

"That's not the point, River! The point is she kisses people! For a living!" he bellows in resentment.

"Sounds exciting." She smirks.

"She was a little girl!" he tries to argue.

"Apparently not anymore, Sweetie," she teases him, chuckling lowly while he fumes.

"Well, I blame those boys- Jeff and Rory. Filling her head with all sorts of… ideas." He begins pacing, adorable indignation on his face.

"Hmm, what sorts of ideas?" she leans across to him, chin in her hand as she gazes up sultrily.

"River, stop that!" he scolds, fumbling more than usual in light of her teasing.

"Learned it all from you, my love." She winks.

"You- you did not!" he insists, waggling a finger at her sly grin. She gets up, swaying her hips and keeping eye contact until she stands right in front of him. He blushes, but refuses to look away.

"Oh. And sure about that, are you?" she asks, her face the picture of innocence even while her fingers dance up his chest, hands coming to rest on his shoulders, one reaching behind him to softly stroke the hair at the back of his neck. His eyes close in contentment, then suddenly he remembers himself and they snap open once more. He untangles himself from her grasp, tripping backwards as he clumsily fumbles toward his ship.

"Yes!" he squeaks, flustered, and pulls down the edge of his jacket indignantly, before turning (a little too much so he's ends up facing her once more) and saying, "Now, don't think you- you can just drag me into your mischief! I came here to tell you about my problem and all you can do is- is flirt with me!"

"Oh, we both know how much you enjoy it, Sweetie."

He huffs, turning and marching into his TARDIS.

"Doctor!" she calls. He hasn't totally been able to wipe the grin off his face before he regains his "serious" composure and sticks his head back out to hear her. "Let her grow up. You owe her that much." Then she shoos him off back to the stars.

Her father comes down the stairs, chuckling as he holds his mug in his hand.

"I never thought I'd see the day where you were the mature one and I was the one accused of being a bad influence."

"Hmm. Well, father dear, I did get my rebellious streak from somewhere," River pointedly tells him with a deadpan face.

"Right," he remarks dryly. "And you couldn't have gotten it from Amy...?"

"My calm, respectable, rule following, trouble-shy mummy?" she questions incredulously.

They last all of thirty seconds before they both burst into laughter..

"Nice to see you defend my honour, Mr. Pond," says Amy as she enters, her face reproving though her eyes are bright with humour.

Rory snorts. "The day you need anyone else to defend your honour, Amy, is the day our daughter loses her ability to make anyone, including an immortal Time Lord, stumble all over themselves like an idiot with just a few words and a look."

"Hey!" River and Amy cry indignantly.

"I can't believe you would say that, Dad! Honestly- no faith in me at all!" River huffs, shaking her head in disbelief.

"I know!" Amy comes to her daughter's defence whilst Rory looks between the two, wondering what he'd said wrong. "On most days, she doesn't need to say anything to make them stumble."

Amy and River turn to each other, the same self-assured and somewhat haughty, proud looks on both of their faces, and as they started chuckling in agreement, Rory can do nothing but smile in defeat and admire his girls.

The Doctor storms out of the TARDIS, already irritable when he exits to River's garden.

"She kissed me!" he shouts, pacing back and forth in front of an amused River.

"Really?" she says, as angelically ignorantly as possible. "This would be your dear little Amy, then?"

"Amelia!" he tries to convince her, or himself.

"Ah," she replies, sensing his distress but revelling in spoilers as she sits watching him awkwardly shuffle back and forth, his hands restlessly fidgeting.

"River?" he asks, not sure how to proceed nor indeed, what he intends to ask.

"Did you kiss her back?" she offers, chin resting atop her clasped hands and loving this. Especially since she knows her parents are just on the other side of the glass doors, her mother's face probably in her hands as she remembers years ago when she'd snogged her son-in-law.

"Y- No! She's just a little girl, River!" Well, that would certainly help any lingering insecurities Rory had.

"Clearly, she's grown up," she comments, her eyebrows raising in delight and her tone taking on a sarcastic quality.

"River!" The Doctor exclaims, glaring at her. He didn't know why he kept coming back to her with things like this. She was supposed to be on his side, not mocking the situation as though he were... normal and humany... and not the Doctor.

"Now, was it more of a "you're my favourite uncle" kind of kiss or was it, "Those 900 years have been good to you, Doctor?!"" She begins to laugh at his flustered expression, loving the blush that steals up his cheeks at the latter description.

Oh, Mummy, you wicked thing.

"This isn't funny, River!" the Doctor pouts, so outrageously it only spurs her laughter more.

"Oh, my love. Of course it is," she tells him, rolling her eyes and leaning forward, before taking pity on him and, with a sigh, stands and walks over to him, taking his hand in her own.

"What's going to happen to us now, River? I don't want her to be Martha. Did I ever tell you abou-" he begins, a sad edge to his voice now. She silences him with a finger on his lips.

"What happened to those other boys you've mentioned, Doctor? Jeff and... what was the other one's name?" she can't help teasing her eavesdropping father just a bit.

"Rory," the Doctor barks out bitterly. Ooh- that's new. River instantly decides she likes seeing her husband jealous. She makes a mental note to tell future him some of the ways her hallucinogenic lipstick had been used in escape plans over the years, after she mended the tense situation between her mother...her father... and her husband. "Apparently, she's marrying him in the morning. 'swhat brought on this whole... kissing business to begin with."

"Wait. She's getting married to Rory in the morning, so she decided to kiss you the night before her wedding?"

"Oi! She could do a lot worse, you know. In fact, I got the distinct expression on the Byzantium that you wouldn't mind kissing this new face one bit!" he huffed out with a mixture of smugness and exasperation.

"Oh, I do adore your face, my love, just trying to keep the facts straight," she calms him, patting his cheek patronizingly.

"Well, what do I do now, River?"

"You're asking me, dear?"

"You're a woman." She glares at him warningly. He backs down, looking sheepish, "And... you're human. What do human's expect when they act like this?"

"Well, I certainly know what I expect, Sweetie."

"Little Amelia, River," he reminds her with a glare to match her own.

"Right. Well... have you tried explaining things to this fiancé of hers? Perhaps, if he's there with her, he could talk some sense into her."

"You want me to... talk to the boyfriend?"

"For a start, yes."

"For a start?"

"Well, you could always invite him along..." she suggested, grinning at his glower. "Wish them a happy wedding. Or, you could just leave it up to her to decide the man she's literally waited all her life for is completely resistible, and that she's wholly unaffected by all that life, that glory she's seen with you, and is content to give up the magnificent Doctor in the TARDIS," she continues, playing to his ego and rolling her eyes as his face gets more and more smug.

He looks off into the distance, haughtily agreeing to every word she says about him, before suddenly she's standing there in front of him, lightly running her fingers over his bowtie, her eyes dark and straight ahead, before she says softly, "After all," she bites her lower lip as she meets his eyes, "I'm sure it would be easy for any normal, human woman to resist." She leans closer to him, enjoying his struggle between squirming away and leaning in to meet her. Suddenly, with a yelp, he nearly falls over himself as he dashes back to his TARDIS, eyes wide as he clears his throat.

"You're right!" he squeals, straightening his bowtie nervously. "Perhaps I should have a talk with this… Rory. Might be good to at least explain to him just how irresistible I am- I-I mean this life is. Emotions- they tend to run high, no telling what anyone would do."

He blushes, reaching for the door several times and missing before he snaps his fingers and trips inside.

"You're absolutely correct, Sweetie," River says, arms crossed and look of absolute agreement on her face.

"Course I am. So I'll… just… go do… that then," he mumbles, looking at her with a mixture of fear and utter awe, still not moving from his spot at the door.

"Doctor," she calls out sweetly.

"Hmm?" he asks, excited to have her attention still.

"Rory." She nods toward the TARDIS, where her mother is waiting inside.

"Right. Right! Rory! The boyfriend. Got to go," he says, walking three full circles in place before looking up at her again, "See you around, Doctor Song," and he salutes her, her smile widening as she sees the edge of a wince when he's realizes what he'd done before he's off once again.

"You are definitely your mother's daughter," Rory says as Amy drags him back out to the garden with her.

"Thank you, Dad," responds River in delight.

Rory shakes his head at his two girls, who are discussing the latest visit of the young Time Lord to her house and laughing at how easy he still is to wind up.

"Well, I for one am very, very grateful you did that, River," Amy says, her arms suddenly around her husband's neck as she kisses Rory deeply. When she pulls away, he still looks slightly dazed.

"Yeah," he squeals, in much the same way the Doctor had earlier, "me too." As she leans back to smile at him, he also mirrors the Doctor's look of utter fear and awe when takes in his beautiful wife by his side. And Amy and River chuckle, recognizing the similarly besotted expressions between their two husbands, and they couldn't be more happy that in this, as so much else, they are very, very much alike.