First DateWhen did the Doctor first meet River after he left her to start her new life in the 51st Century?
She didn’t notice him at first, which was odd considering her history.
He was sitting at the back of the lecture hall as the professor droned on about stelae in pre-Columbian architecture. He was doodling on a piece of paper, glancing at her out of the corner of his eyes every so often.
He wasn’t dressed as she had come to expect, maybe that’s why she hadn’t noticed him, there was no tweed, instead he was wearing a long green coat, and a cowboy hat. It didn’t stand out as much as it otherwise would have, since the college was doing a historical festival this week. And no one loved a historical theme as much as archeology students.
The professor drew his lecture to a close and assigned reading materials. The students logged in the assignments and started the general rush to gather their stuff and head off to the next class.
River waved off some friends,
Grunt - (River/Doctor) One thing married couples have to do, is learn to interpret each other's grunts...
River pulled down the sheet that covered her face and looked up, bleary-eyed, at the Doctor looming over her in her cell.
"Unh!" She glared at him.
"Did you just grunt at me?" he asked.
She grunted again.
The Doctor grinned like a little boy who'd just discovered his dog could talk. He bounced on his toes and beamed at her. She gave him a dirty look and scrubbed her hands over her weary face and into her tangled hair.
Resigned, she flung aside her prison issue blanket and swung her feet to the floor. She sat up, then hunched over with her face in her hands.
"What do you want, Sweetie?" she asked, trying not to sound as disgusted as she felt.
"Grunt again," he said.
She stared up at him over her fingers. "What?"
He bounced, beaming. "Grunt again. It's cute!"
River groaned into her hands and rocked slightly, finally rocking herself to her feet.
She poked a sharp-tipped fingernail in his chest. "I a
PondsThe Doctor will never get to see his Ponds again. Or will he? River brings someone special to visit.
The Doctor was lying under the console, fiddling with some repairs. There was a slap of lightning and a familiar crackle.
He smiled to himself and waved a hand, "River, can you hand me the Zeus plugs?"
"Is that him?" said a young voice in a loud whisper.
The Doctor's eyes popped wide and he jumped up. He stared down over the railing to the entry section below. River stood there, holding the hand of a six year old little boy.
River grinned up at him, an unusual hesitance in her stance. She was holding the boy's hand very tightly.
The Doctor crept slowly down the stairs. The boy studied him avidly. The child was no taller than River's waist, he had brown hair, and green eyes, and was skinny as a stick. He hopped back and forth from foot to foot, jiggling her hand. "Is it him?" he demanded again, in a loud stage whisper.
"Yes, sweetie, it's him." She laid a gentle hand on his head,
Straight DopeHow would the Doctor react if River straightened her hair?
The woman walked right into the Tardis without a knock or a “by your leave.”
The Doctor turned from the console a bit surprised, he was traveling alone currently, no Companions to come traipsing in. And while he was parked in London, he wasn’t accustomed to the Tardis opening for just anybody.
She was turned away from him, carefully shutting the door, she wore a black velvet jacket, black satin slacks and red high heels, as she turned toward him he saw she was wearing a virulently pink satin top, with a lacy insert hinting at an impressive decolletage.
She had long, straight, dark blond hair.
As he saw her face his heart stopped, jerking as if he’d been shot.
He raced down the console dais and skidded to a stop right in front of her, gaping.
Her wild halo of fabulous curls had been straightened into a long, sleek, normal, fall of hair.
He made a hurt noise. His hands ca