The Penny Drops!

Part Four

"Wendy! Go to my jacket and get my sonic, will you?" the Doctor called from underneath the console, where he was tinkering with some wires. "Which pocket?" She asked, standing up and walking over to it.

"No clue." He called back. She rolled her eyes and stuck her hand into the bigger-on-the-inside pocket. She felt around until she felt something that resembled it. Then pulled out-lipstick?

Yep, red. Brand new. With a label that said 'Hallucinogenic lipstick. Try not to use it unless you have to. No matter what my younger self says, I do get slightly jealous when you kiss other men. -The Doctor' She looked at it curiously. Hallucinogenic?

She stuck her hand back in the pocket and pulled out a picture with a curly haired woman standing in front of a night club wearing a very low cut dress and holding a bottle of wine. What? A well worn picture, too. The corners were slightly rounded off. This was like when someone would just take a picture and stare at it and rub the edges because they could.

She reached in again and finally found the stupid sonic. She walked down the stairs and handed it to him. "Here."

"Thanks." He replied, taking it and pushing two wires together. "Doctor? Who's this?" She asked, taking a step closer and holding up the picture. He smiled and took it gently. "River Song. Melody Pond. Melody Malone. She's got a variety of names." Wendy crinkled her forehead in confusion. "But who is she?"

"That night she wore that dress just to make me squeamish so her father would get cross with me. Her parents traveled with me." He told her, not taking his eyes off the picture. "So you traveled with older people?"

He laughed. "No, she's older than them. The first time she met them she was older than them. After she regenerated."

Wendy nodded. She thought she understood now. Time traveler. "Time Lord? I'm sorry." She placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "No, human plus Time Lord. I haven't lost her yet. She wasn't there in the Time War. It's coming, though. She didn't even know how I liked our bed made the last time I saw her." He said quietly, stroking the picture with his thumb.

Wait a second.... "You said 'our bed'." She said, slightly confused. "Yeah. We're married. Sort of. She's not a wedding person."

She nodded. She could believe that. He was definitely old enough to be married."Is she nice?" She asked him, trying to get him to talk. He so rarely showed how he actually felt. He laughed. "Hell no. She's a bad girl. The baddest."

Wendy raised an eyebrow. Ok... this was new. "You should see her shooting a gun in heels. How she manages that, I've got no idea." He continued. She pulled out the lipstick. "This hers, too?"

He took it from her gently. "Will be. I've got to find her young enough. I didn't give it to her the first time she met me, I didn't have it yet."

"She sounds interesting." She said, trying to keep up the conversation. There was no need to, though. The Doctor had decided to talk about it. He couldn't tell River, not when he had started to meet her younger and younger.

"She's so clever, too. Flies the TARDIS better than me. If she ever finds out I said that, she'll be rubbing it in forever." He said, adding the last bit with a smirk.

"I swear, that woman has always known exactly how I work. Pretty terrifying." He admitted, pushing a plug together.

Wendy laughed. "Sounds fun."

"No, you are one person that can't meet her. God knows how long you'd both be torturing me about my hats. I'd never hear the end of it." He said, smiling.

Wendy smiled and decided to leave him alone with his thoughts. He had just revealed feelings to her, which was rare in itself. But finding out about his wife? Wow.

It was true. A picture is worth a thousand words.