The Penny Drops!

Part 9

[A/N. This is RomioneGirl's character :) Sorry I didn't put it in sooner, had a ton of school crap to do.]

[Character: Going by her personality, I'd say that she doesn't like the Doctor a lot, just because she doesn't think he's "good enough" for her. She thinks his silly little adventures are stupid and pointless. She's been traveling with him for around two months now.]

"Doctor! I want to go home for a bit! I've had enough of the pointless running for the week!" Ivy called, walking through the TARDIS corridors.

"Doctor! Where are you? I swear, you better not have left me alone in this stupid machine!" The TARDIS made a growling noise to her left, and Ivy jumped. She scowled at one of the walls, then tried another corridor.

She'd been travelling with the Doctor for what she thought was two months. It was hard to tell, with all the time travel going on.

She enjoyed it, of course, but the Doctor wasn't her favorite part of the thing. Or the stupid adventures and danger he constantly brought whenever he was around.

But Ivy Ellis was a perfectly nice girl. Ok, maybe not that nice. She was just slow to trust, and ended up insulting people a lot.

"I really don't like you, you know. You're such an arse of a ship." She grumbled to the TARDIS.

The corridor turned dark, and she couldn't see her own hand anymore. "Dammit. Fine. I'm sorry. I'm annoyed with all of this, is all. I need some Tylenol."

When nothing happened, she groaned and found her way over to the wall, which she promptly slumped down against. "Please? I said I was sorry!"

The corridor lit up again, although it was unreasonably cold. Ivy rolled her eyes and continued searching for the mad man.

After making her walk around in circles for a good 15 minutes, the TARDIS let her go to the control room. Which was empty.

"I. hate. him." She said, banging her head against the console with every word. Then she plopped herself in the pilot's chair. Forget finding her bedroom to sleep in, much less going home. She leaned her head back against the cool metal and wrapped her dressing gown tighter around her.

Then the TARDIS doors burst open. "No- please!" The Doctor stumbled in, his clothes in complete disarray and his mouth smudged in what appeared to be lipstick.

He turned around, trying to go back out, when a woman with curly blond hair shoved him back in. "River! It's so good! Just a little bit more!" He struggled to get the door open, while the woman remained keeping it shut.

"Hell no. You can't have another drop of that nectar. Full Time Lords don't get drunk my arse." She mumbled, oblivious to Ivy's glare.

"Old Girl, lock it. I don't want him out there." She said, patting the door frame. Obediently, there was a click.

"Seriously? I hate this machine!" Ivy said, banging her hand on the console behind her, then wincing when it provided a jab of pain.

River walked away from the doors, and the Doctor pathetically tried to get them open. "River, please! I feel so good! I haven't been this happy since your parents..." he slurred, grabbing the handle and struggling with it.

River drew in a sharp breath, but still flipped the TARDIS controls and made them leave.

"Who're you?" Ivy demanded, over her injured hand and now onto business. "Professor River Song. Don't have time for proper introductions. Got to get him into bed." River told her, only briefly sticking her hand out. When Ivy didn't shake it, she simply raised an eyebrow and walked to her incoherent husband.

"Rivaahhh...." He drawled, leaning against the door and reaching out to trace her jawbone. "Yes, it's River. Come on, you've got to lay down before you pass out." She put an arm around his waist to support him. The Doctor giggled. "Ooh, are we going to bed? I do like that. That's fun...."

River rolled her eyes and helped him walk. "There's no way I'm going to sleep with you when you're in this state. You know, I thought it would be a lot more fun to get you drunk..." She mumbled the last part under her breath.

The Doctor's face fell. "But Rivaah... I wanna... I wanted to..." He thinks a moment. "this does affect my talking, doesn't it.. I wanted to sleep with you."

Ivy's eyes widened at this. Well, that was new.

River grabbed him again when he started to topple. "I'm flattered."

"No, I meeann... no, I meant. Meant. Past, that's right. I like to cuddle. Can you go to sleep with me? I like sleeping when you're here." The Doctor tried to clarify as they neared the corridor. "I'm about to pick you up, and I'm pretty sure your ego will be badly damaged if I tell you that in the morning. So do me a favor and focus on walking, dear."

"How did he get drunk?" Ivy asked from behind, suddenly interested. "He drank a nectar that does the same thing as alcohol, except with no damage to your brain. And it causes you to get drunk 139% faster than normal alcohol." River told her.

"River, did you know that I really like that tattoo you have? I never told you, cuz', it's archeology. but I really doo... and I like it when you fly the TARDIS... forget your hot-when-I'm-clever-face, mine is always on too..."

"Well, I can see the advantages." Ivy said, watching River shove him off her neck.

"Say, do you have any more of that nectar?"