Time Fragments: The "Incomplete" Diary of River Song

An unforgettable time! I think I can say with all certainty that no one has had a wedding day quite like mine. So here I am in the Stormcage, writing about that extraordinary day, well to be fair, it was my fault. I spectacularly messed up time on planet Earth and nearly ended the whole Universe but what choice did I have? I am unrepentant; for everything I did was for the man I love. It had to be done but no one must ever know the truth about the Doctor…I’m remembering the first day I met him, the day I became River Song and learnt the most important thing of all which I will have to become very good at myself one day if we’re all going to survive… Rule one: The Doctor lies.

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 I’m waiting for the Doctor to return for me. I live for the times when we will meet again. By day I am a prisoner but the nights…Well that’s a different story along with the honeymoon… But I’m well looked after at the facility, some of my lovely guards, dear boys have brought me some flowers to brighten the place up a bit, sunflowers among them; they’re a favourite of my mom’s. Seeing as though I’m going to be in prison for “quite” a while, I’m trying to make my “home” more homely, some possessions scattered around, mementos of adventures, photographs and books, proper books, papery and bound together…Time Traveler’s Wife is a particular favourite. One of the Doctor’s favourite bands are playing in the background, the legendary Beatles and their “Hard Day’s Night” recording (the Doctor took me to see them play on a roof top, it was their last performance together) Oh where is that man! He promised me he’d be back in five minutes. My fate is inescapable; I’m going to be spending the rest of my life waiting for the Doctor…Well that’s what the Doctor thinks. But in-between a girl can have adventures of her own. So when the Doctor comes a calling, maybe I might not be at home.

 I can hear a storm rising and falling, the sound of wheezing engines straining as it echoes somewhere down the corridor and it’s the most wonderful sound in the Universe, signaling my husband’s return. Husband, that’s going to take a bit of getting used to…The Doctor’s got the wrong cell again; the anticipation is unbearable but… I can hear him running down the corridor towards me. I picture the Doctor; his eyes shining, excitable and joyous, running in that clumsy style of his, arms and legs flying about in such a remarkably uncoordinated fashion and it makes me so happy. That wonderful man is coming for me. I’m the luckiest woman in the whole Universe. 

I have to confess at this very moment in time that I’m missing the Doctor terribly. I miss him with every fibre of my being and I ache to hold him. The worst thing is not knowing when he’ll return. Though sometimes I fear for my husband’s safety when I’m not with him and if he was never to return…I don’t know how I’d even begin to try and find him because that brilliant, mad, impossible man, he never answers his phone! It’s very infuriating; I swear he does it on purpose. I can contact him via his psychic paper but that’s a somewhat hit and miss affair… I’ve seen what’s out there, all the wonderful things in this Universe alongside the deadly. And sometimes I fear for the Doctor’s lives.

 Picnic at Asgard, a special treat for my birthday. I thought the Doctor was rubbish with birthdays and anniversaries but he always remembers mine. Another year older and no regenerations left for me. I’m going to age like other humans now; sometimes I worry what this will mean for the future and how it will change my relationship with the Doctor. And though we’re lucky to have them; Birthdays can make everyone a little sad. Though I feel as though I have a greater reason than most when I think of Demon’s Run; the day I was taken from my parent’s… I was trying to forget my birthday as per usual but the Doctor wouldn’t hear of it. Oh but what a lovely afternoon, delicious homemade food and lazily day dreaming as we lay on the banks of the Veridian River. It’s a favourite planet of my parents…I must pop round and see mom and dad one evening this week…And then the picnic was over and the Doctor couldn’t wait for his next adventure but they’re not always with me. It’s always a harsh reality check returning to prison, you know I think the Doctor secretly enjoys locking me up…Oh but that’s a different story entirely…