She was lost. Stuck in a place, never to see him again. Her love would find someone new. She would be left and forgotten. She would flow away.
Unless she called for a Doctor.
I laid my diary down. It was torn up, and the last page now filled. I stood up and left it on the park bench. I liked taking the slow way of things in CAL.
Not skipping time. Waiting through the snowy nights, crying when I'm sad, not cheating. That way, it's more like life.
At night I would pretend to see him one last time. It helped me sleep. But he was off with someone more important.
I went to my daughter, or what I called my child, and kissed her forehead. I had imagined my husband as the Doctor, so that is the face that the computer has as my husband.
Of course he's nothing like the real one. The Doctor was funny and clever, this copy was normal. That why I called him John.
John Song. Because that's how marriage works. People say I don't e the Doctor, they tell me I love John. They try to make me believe that.
But it's a lie. I love The Doctor. He will never be took from me. We may be light years away, but to me he's right next to me.
As I laid in my bed, alone, I heard I buzzing. It was a sweet and beautiful noise I loved. The noise of the sonic. Oh how I loved that noise.
I knew it was fake. I had given up on believing he'd return. As I slept my eyes full of doubt my door opened.
"Go away John, I'm trying to sleep," I spoke. My voice rough from the tears I had cried.
"Honey, I'm home," said the familiar voice. John always said this. Mimicking the Doctor is what he tried to do best.
I looked auto and saw him dressed in the Doctor's clothing. My eyes expanded recalling the last time I had seen him in the regeneration.
The Eleventh regeneration. It was my most recent. It's where I had met Clara.
"What wrong River?" He asked. This is odd. He only called my Dr. Song. No one called me River, only him. I looked at him and realized it was him.
My heart bubbled with joy but I kept it contained and spoke with sass, "And what sort of time do you call this?" I questioned.
The words made his face form a smile and he came and hugged me. But I didn't hug him, I kissed him. Even if this was a dream, it would feel better.
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He kissed back but only for me to feel a tear run down his face. I pulled off the kiss and spoke once more, "What's wrong sweetie?" I asked.
"River, this is fixed time... I can't let you out, can I?" He questioned. How odd this dream was, everyday CAL is getting better and better at mimicking him.
Each dream a made me feel as if he really were there with me. I didn't speak because there was nothing to say. He was correct, he couldn't save me.
This was fixed time, as much as I wanted his eleventh self to save me, the only regeneration that could is twelve.
"What's wrong?" He interrogated my reactions. I just wanted to wake. This seemed to real. I didn't like it, it no longer was as comforting as before.
Now it hurt.
"I would like to wake," I requested loud enough the server could hear.
"Dr. Song current status: Gender: Female, Species: Time Lady/Human, current mood: heartbroken, current being: Awake and speaking to an unknown life form," The computer voice spoke.
I'm awake? Than is this real. The Doctor looked at me and realized I thought this was fake.
"Hullo sweetie," he flirted and pulled me into a comforting hug. One last hug before he leaves I assume. This time I only hugged.
I recalled when I was trapped by the weeping angel. That was something. Then my room changed into the house in New York.
Whatever I want CAL gives me. Great it's going to give me angels. I turned around and saw the angel, it's claws around my wrist.
I would have to brake my wrist again. I thought of when I was back at home. Back at CAL. I returned. But there was one memory I still have from the angel encounter.
A picture, not of the angel but do the Doctor. The program is made take pictures of everywhere I want to be. As the picture came to me I saw clear something I would slap my love for.
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It is very obvious where he was looking at during the problem. I am kindly looking at the angel. And he's looking at the angle.
I turned around and pulled my hand up. How good this felt. A surge of happiness filled me as my hand contacted with his face.
Than chinny held his face in pain. "River!" He announced.
"Yes Honey?" I asked innocently.
"Did you just slap me?" He asked still holding his face.
"Yes," As I spoke this one word a smile formed on his face.
"Sadly, I missed you slapping me. I missed you River," he said kissing my hair.
"Like you said before, this is a fixed point in time. You should leave before just get more hurt," I announced as my heart hurt.
This was my last time with him. I pulled him into one more kiss before he was gone.
"I love you," I whispered to the air that was left. His sonic had got him in by hacking the programs software. He is so mean.
You can only hack it once. That means this one visit will be the last. 🔪🔪😓😓🔫🔫 There is a first time for everything, and a last.
