River Song: Hello Sweetie

Merry Christmas And A Happy July

Merry Christmas And A Happy July

You've been traveling with the Doctor for almost a month now. You had met him on a rainy day and he had saved your life. Some water aliens had been trying to take over the city and you had been caught in the middle of it all. You had almost been hit by one of the aliens gun rays, when out of nowhere a man in tweed grabbed your hand and yelled for you to run. So you did. And you helped the mysterious man save the day. And he asked you to travel with him in his police box that could fly through time and space. And of course you said yes. So that's what you've been doing. Traveling with the man named the Doctor in his box called the Tardis. And oh, the adventures you've had! Each place he took you more magical than the last. Every time you thought you had seen it all, he would show you something that blew your mind all over again.

So it's been a while with the Doctor, and you think you know him pretty well. Or well enough. The man would always remain a mystery, but you feel like you've at least gotten used to his eccentricities. He has quite a few of them. You don't mind, you find his quirks rather endearing, like when he insists fezzes and bow ties are cool, or when he rambles on for ages. Sometimes he does things that you don't understand at all though. Every so often he will get a message on his psychic paper and he'll giggle uncontrollably. He will be increasingly antsy as the day wears on, and he will constantly ask you if you're tired. After a while of his constant badgering, you would head to bed and secretly wonder what it was that he would do when you were asleep. Once you had woken up in the middle of the night and gone to the console room to see what he had been up to. You had heard a woman's laugh, but when you had reached the Doctor, he was the only one there. He had looked terribly disheveled, even for him. "Was someone here?" You had asked him, yawning a bit as you stretched your sleepy muscles. "Nope. No one here but me." He had said hurriedly. "I was almost positive I heard a woman's laugh." You had said, unconvinced. "You must be hearing things. Perhaps you dreamed it?" You could tell he was lying, but you had decided to let it go.

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It's the late in the afternoon when the mystery is finally solved. You and the Doctor were just flying around through the time vortex, bored. The Doctor jumped suddenly, and clapped a hand to his jacket. "A message!" He cried. "Somebody's sent me a message!" He opens his coat and takes out his psychic paper from his inside pocket. He reads the message, and then jumps up and down in joy. "And the message is from River! River- open all the doors to the pool! Quickly! Come on, hurry up!" You can hear the urgency in his voice, so you follow his instructions as quickly as possible. A figure hurtles past you, and you see a flash of blonde. You walk over to the Doctor and lean against the console next to him. He's bouncing on his toes in his exuberance and you can't help but start to feel excited as well. His happy mood is infectious. After a little while, the Doctor gets impatient. He messes with his hair and fiddles with his bow tie, all the while muttering under his breath about "that mad woman." You hear someone say, "Hello Sweetie." You whirl around, and there she is, the mystery woman. She's an attractive woman with magnificent, curly hair and a wide smile. She saunters forward and the Doctor walks forward to meet her halfway. She grabs his jacket lapels and pulls him into a searing kiss. He dips her and kisses her back. Kisses her quite senseless, in your opinion. You cough quietly, and the Doctor remembers you're here. He pulls away from the woman and turns to back to you, looking flustered, but quite pleased with himself. "Right. Right, you!" He points to you, then points to the woman. "Meet River Snog- Song! River Song!" He corrects himself in a panic, looking at River for help. She chuckles and shakes her head. She turns to you and shakes your hand. "Hello dear. Sorry about him, he gets ever so flustered. Bless." You smile at her and then she turns back to the Doctor. "Sorry to trouble you, Sweetie. You can take me back right now if you want." She says this demurely, but leans into him flirtily, clearly not wanting to leave. "No trouble. No trouble at all. Ooh, River! Let's go to Christmas in 2134!" "Sweetie, it's the middle of July!" "But it doesn't have to be." She rolls her eyes and laughs. "Fine. But I'm driving."