Watching the Doctor

The Eleventh Hour

Hi guys!

I'm alive! (ill but alive lol), I just entirely lost motivation for this story with all the adjustments I needed to make and my real life is a bit hectic at the minute. However, I have been inspired to continue it, but without the script at all (though some big quotes are left in). It should still be understandable and I'm sorry if you don't enjoy it as much (but its this or nothing).

So for all the chapters already written this will be the format, and those to be written (hopefully soon ish but no promises) i will likely simplify like the earlier chapters.

I'm going to spend some time fixing and re-uploading the chapters over the next few weeks/months when I have time, then when that's all done I will turn my attention to continuing the story as I don't want to abandon it.

Basically; anytime there is a '...' there is script/talking, but it should still largely be understandable without watching the episode (though you are welcome to do that).

Hope you can still enjoy this!

Thank you for reading

Robyn

The Doctor shifted out of River's arms, settling herself on the edge of the sofa so she could face her wife's parents properly. This conversation had been a long time coming. She spent a few minutes just taking in the site of Amy and Rory, it had been so long since she had seen the pair of them and it hadn't exactly been a nice parting. She hadn't even got to say a proper good bye to Rory, he'd been there one minute and then gone the next with Amy choosing to follow him.

She took a deep breath as she saw Amy getting visibly annoyed at her silence. Rory and River were watching the pair carefully, ready to intervene if necessarily. "What do you want to know?"

"What happened to the pair of you after Manhattan? What happened to River? What did you do to our daughter to make her believe you didn't love her?" Amy rattled off questions, gaze never leaving the Doctor.

The Doctor glanced at River, who was frowning at her mother's questions, then turned back to Amy. "After Manhattan we separated for a while. As you know our timelines are going mostly in the reverse of each other, so the next time she saw me was Darillium like we just watched. As for your last question; I don't know, only River could answer that." She was purposely trying to keep her tone calm and sensible as she knew how quickly this could dissolve into shouting – she'd never done well with parents.

River decided to inject. "It was my decision, Mother. To separate after Manhattan, it was for the best at the time, neither of us were in the right mind set." She purposely didn't answer the question about the Doctor's love, that was far too complicated and something she didn't want to get into with her parents.

"I don't care if it was your idea River." Amy raised an eyebrow at her daughter, still not satisfied with the pair. "What happened after Darillium? What happened to our daughter, Doctor?"

The Doctor glanced at Rory who just levelled his own gaze on the Doctor, that was a question he also desperately wanted an answer too. "Amelia-."

"No, Doctor. No avoiding the question, we deserve to know what happened to our daughter! For once in your existence just be honest with us: what happened to River?"

The Doctor took a deep breath, she'd known this question was going to be asked as soon as she'd seen the scene on Darillium and she'd been avoiding telling Amy and Rory the truth almost as long as she'd known. "Our timelines are going backwards most of the time-."

"We know that and you just reminded us." Rory interjected.

"I'm getting there I promise. As I was saying, our timelines are backwards." She hesitated, knowing how quickly this conversation was going to derail. "When I was in my tenth face during my travels with Donna, I got a message on my psychic paper. It told me to go to the Library, when we arrived, we met with a group of archaeologists. Things quickly went wrong in a terrible way, and to save 4022 people, the leader of the group sacrificed herself. That person was Professor River Song, it was the first time I had met her but not the first time she'd met me."