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River Song meets Wilfred Mott. Wilf was having a cup of tea at the Senior Center while Donna and Sylvia shopped for clothes. He waved at a couple of friends. Suddenly there was a ruffle of attention across the room. He turned to look and saw a truly gorgeous woman standing in the doorway. As she sauntered in, every male head in the room swiveled to watch her. Strong, poised, confident, with a head of riotous curls and a body to make a man gnaw his own foot off. She looked to be in her forties. Wilf sighed, if only he was a decade younger... She weaved her way athletically through the crowd. She came to stand by his table. He looked up in

The Doctor's desperate, so who would he turn to, but his oldest friend. Sarah Jane Smith. There was a frantic pounding on the front door. Sarah turned to her supercomputer in the attic. "Who's that?" The computer whirred and dinged. "Scans indicate it is the Doctor." Sarah's eyes grew wide, she hastily shut down the computer and ran down the stairs. The pounding never stopped, quick and frantic. She threw open the front door to see the latest Doctor standing there, floppy hair, bow tie, and a desperate look on his young face. "Sarah! I need your help!" "Anything. What do you need?" "How do you make French toast?" She didn't ask. Didn't hesit

It was 2005, Mels was 17, and the Prime Minister was on national TV calling for anyone who knew the Doctor... “If anyone knows the Doctor, if anyone can find him...” Mels whipped around in the hallway, her eyes staring at the TV screen. There was the Prime Minister, on national television, asking for the Doctor. She gripped the change of clothes she’d snuck into the Pond’s house to get for Amy. Her hearts hammered. London. He was in London. She ran. — She could see the ship floating over the city long before she roared into the environs. She’d boosted Jake’s Ferrari again. He was going to be p

Amy and Rory are used to the Doctor and River's timelines being confusing, but this is a little more confusing than normal... Rory lay in the hammock in their back garden, swinging one foot, idly watching Amy plant peonies. Strangely enough, gardening seemed to be something she enjoyed. There was a rustle of wind, and the groan of ancient engines. He sat up as the Tardis materialized in front of the garden gate. The door swung open, and a strange man strolled out. He was tall and skinny, wearing a pinstriped suit, a pair of square framed spectacles and hair that looked like a rooster's comb. His bright brown eyes sparkled as he grinned a

(Doctor/River) She's my anchor and my sail. He didn't react to women like this. It was a Time Lord thing. They didn't let you out in the universe without certain precautions, and frankly, there were always so many other interesting things to think about. But River was different. There was an understatement. It wasn't that she was conceived in the Vortex. Although that was part of it, she had the same energy running through her as ran through him. The same connection to the Tardis. The same timey-wimey nature. And that was grand. But it wasn't what was important. Loads of Time Ladies had had that, and he hadn't reacted to them like he did

What was the Doctor thinking up on that pyramid? - (Wedding of River Song) Kovarian. The Doctor stared at the woman strapped to the chair. He could see the influence of her in River, the hair, the face, the style. The arrogant certainty. He had to turn away. His gut churned. He'd never wanted to hurt someone so much in his life. Even Daleks didn't stimulate this response. This was the woman who took infant Melody, who made River's childhood a torture and a nightmare. He tried to ignore her. He couldn't concentrate on her and do nothing. He had to keep his attention on River, on the situation. But he could feel the woman's stare on his b

"Are you married, River?" Her heart leaped at the question. She stifled it down and concentrated on buckling her vortex manipulator. He'd asked. He actually had asked her to marry him before just taking her agreement for granted up on that pyramid. Her hearts were beating so fast, and with such joy that she could barely stifle her impulse to jump on him and kiss him all over his pretty young face. She wanted to dance around. Preferably nude. Preferably with him. She could feel her eyes sparkling with mad joy. He'd actually asked. He'd been interested as far back as this. "Are you asking?" She wanted to be clear, she wanted it crystal clea

The Doctor and River take Amy and Rory to a world where Secret Santa has been raised to a whole new level. "Where are the sleigh bells?" Amy asked, rummaging through the boxes and bags scattered all over the Tardis floor. Rory turned around, covered in Christmas tree lights, he had a neat loop of them around his neck and around both shoulders, like a bright bandolier. He was methodically unwinding them as he draped them around the artificial purple Christmas tree the Doctor had dug out of the hold. "Not me," he said, sucking around the haft of a green candy cane. Amy looked up and shook her head in fond exasperation at him, only he would s

The Doctor takes his new companion to meet River Song. (Sequel to "When a Prison isn't a Prison.) "Would you like to meet her?" the Doctor asked. "Yes," his companion breathed out in awe. What kind of woman must his wife be to evoke such a response from the Doctor? A man who'd literally seen stars being born. The Doctor flew around the console, once again his happy, twirly self. He typed in some coordinates and pulled the dematerialization lever. She felt the lurch of the Tardis as it spun off down the vortex. He moved to another panel, one she hadn't seen him use before, he turned this and tweaked that and checked some readings, working

The Doctor's companion is incensed to learn that the Doctor has left his wife in prison. But, he explains, he and his wife aren't like other people, and what may seem a prison is nothing but an illusion. "Why the hell is your wife in prison?!" "Because she killed me," the Doctor explained. "Or, well, that's what we want the rest of the universe to think," he said as he fiddled with the sensor array, half not paying attention. "That's not what I mean," his Companion said in a huff. "You're just letting you wife fester away in prison?" she said in disbelief, and distaste. His head jerked up and he stared at her as if she'd just said the mos