28) By So Many and so Much
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starjargonA/N- I just needed some Doctor/ River fluff- so not especially Amy/Rory/ River Pondy. Also, who else loved the 50th? Everyone?! Good- because it was brilliant and amazing, and I loved it and it was funny and emotional and I just needed to share my feelings, so now I’m done with wasting your time on this author’s note.
He landed in the middle of a party. He loved a good party. Well, he used to. It seemed to be some sort of stag meets hen night from the shirts the men were all wearing with the unintelligible phrase The only water in the forest is “cool” and the woman who came up to him wearing a ridiculous veil that covered most of her face- other than a large, infectious smile he could just make out. He put on his best “I’m glad to be here” smile as she came up and offered him a glass of punch.
“Thanks,” he said, taking it with a nod in her direction.
“Anytime, my love,” she said.
He raised his eyebrows at her. “Getting me mixed up with someone else, aren’t you?”
He heard her soft chuckle. “Not at all. Though I am glad she brought you here, I was afraid she wouldn’t cooperate.”
“I definitely think you’re getting me mixed up now- I came here in my spaceship, alone- no one brought me here.”
She nodded her head indulgently. “Of course, Sweetie.”
He looked out at all the people around him, arms crossed as he glared away from the woman next to him, eventually relaxing enough to lightly bob his head to the music.
“Nice party.”
“Hmm. You have a lot of friends, dear. They all like seeing you happy.”
He huffed before turning to the woman again. “I told you, I-“
“Yes, I know, Doctor. No one brought you here, you came here alone in your spaceship. Except that should never happen, my love.”
He was dumbfounded for a few moments, staring at her intently before turning away, once more taking in the sights of all the strangers joyfully celebrating.
“What, I shouldn’t be happy?” he asked in a dark voice.
“No, you shouldn’t be alone.”
“Not much of a choice.” He shrugged, hoping he looked nonchalant.
“Well, you are a bit of a grump right now,” she teased him, cutting him off before a response left his offended mouth. “But look around you, Doctor. All these people, here to celebrate you.”
“I don’t seem to be the only one they’re here for,” he remarked, pointedly looking at the veil covering her head.
“Well, means to an end. You’re the means, we’re the end. But none of them would be here, I would have nothing to celebrate, if it weren’t for you, my love. You’re a fantastic man.” She cupped his face lovingly. “You just forgot it.”
He looked at her for a few moments, before he turned slightly to once more take in the party around him. He saw such joy on unfamiliar faces, some filled with so much laughter there were tears falling down. Some weren’t even human, which half surprised him because he was sure he’d landed on Earth in the 21st Century. If what this woman said was true, they were happy because of him, even if he didn’t know which of those cackling fools was his future. He didn’t deserve them. He didn’t deserve any of this. Besides, she must be mistaken. He’d tried, he’d-
“But I think it’s time you remembered,” she continued, lifting her veil just enough to plant a kiss on his cheek, his arms still crossed defiantly. Just then, the idiot he’d met earlier spotted him, making his way across the room guiding a beautiful woman behind him, a delighted smile on his face as he waved to the weary traveler.
“Go back to her. You need her, if you ever want to become the man who they all know and love.”
He was just about to ask her how she knew so much, how she knew even about this day, rather average considering his life, when he was interrupted.
“This is ‘im,” said the idiot when he finally reached him, presenting him to the woman behind him. “This is ‘im righ’ at the beginning- the angry one.”
He was just about to make a clever response to the pesky ape in front of him, when the woman beside him pulled his arm, getting his attention once more.
“Let her in, my love. Let her change you. You shouldn’t travel alone. Not ever.”
“I’m fine alone. No stupid apes,” he pointed his head to Mickey at this, “to contend with, just me and my spaceship. Besides, she didn’t want to come,” he said with haughty smirk as he turned back to his TARDIS.
“Doctor!” the woman called after him. He poked his head out to hear what she had to say. She smiled up at him, one hand on her hip as she tilted her head meaningfully to the blue box. “It also travels in time.” This smile was now genuine as he remembered her grin, setting the coordinates to return to a dark London street.
River was still beaming at the place where her young husband had just disappeared, when two strong arms wrapped around her, a nose nuzzling her curls.
“I never did thank you for that,” he whispered into her ear.
“Hmm. You will,” she assured him, content as she leaned back into his arms. “So, how are you enjoying your stag night? Mummy and Jack really outdid themselves.”
He laughed gently. “Yes, they did. I think it’s brilliant. Though I must admit, when Amy mentioned she’d invited Craig, I thought she meant as a guest, not the dancer.”
River laughed. “Yes, that table did seem to wobble under him quite dangerously, didn’t it?”
He kissed her on the crown of her head. “Well, Mrs. Robinson, I believe this is the part where we dance.”
“You’re confusing the stag night with the wedding reception, dear.”
“Am I?” he whispered, turning her around, swinging her to the music.
“Nope. This seems just right.” She smiled, wrapping her arms around him, laying her head on his shoulder, his many, many friends friends and family dancing and laughing around them, toasting the old Time Lord who ran, and the woman he’d found to run beside him.
An event worth celebrating indeed.
He landed in the middle of a party. He loved a good party. Well, he used to. It seemed to be some sort of stag meets hen night from the shirts the men were all wearing with the unintelligible phrase The only water in the forest is “cool” and the woman who came up to him wearing a ridiculous veil that covered most of her face- other than a large, infectious smile he could just make out. He put on his best “I’m glad to be here” smile as she came up and offered him a glass of punch.
“Thanks,” he said, taking it with a nod in her direction.
“Anytime, my love,” she said.
He raised his eyebrows at her. “Getting me mixed up with someone else, aren’t you?”
He heard her soft chuckle. “Not at all. Though I am glad she brought you here, I was afraid she wouldn’t cooperate.”
“I definitely think you’re getting me mixed up now- I came here in my spaceship, alone- no one brought me here.”
She nodded her head indulgently. “Of course, Sweetie.”
He looked out at all the people around him, arms crossed as he glared away from the woman next to him, eventually relaxing enough to lightly bob his head to the music.
“Nice party.”
“Hmm. You have a lot of friends, dear. They all like seeing you happy.”
He huffed before turning to the woman again. “I told you, I-“
“Yes, I know, Doctor. No one brought you here, you came here alone in your spaceship. Except that should never happen, my love.”
He was dumbfounded for a few moments, staring at her intently before turning away, once more taking in the sights of all the strangers joyfully celebrating.
“What, I shouldn’t be happy?” he asked in a dark voice.
“No, you shouldn’t be alone.”
“Not much of a choice.” He shrugged, hoping he looked nonchalant.
“Well, you are a bit of a grump right now,” she teased him, cutting him off before a response left his offended mouth. “But look around you, Doctor. All these people, here to celebrate you.”
“I don’t seem to be the only one they’re here for,” he remarked, pointedly looking at the veil covering her head.
“Well, means to an end. You’re the means, we’re the end. But none of them would be here, I would have nothing to celebrate, if it weren’t for you, my love. You’re a fantastic man.” She cupped his face lovingly. “You just forgot it.”
He looked at her for a few moments, before he turned slightly to once more take in the party around him. He saw such joy on unfamiliar faces, some filled with so much laughter there were tears falling down. Some weren’t even human, which half surprised him because he was sure he’d landed on Earth in the 21st Century. If what this woman said was true, they were happy because of him, even if he didn’t know which of those cackling fools was his future. He didn’t deserve them. He didn’t deserve any of this. Besides, she must be mistaken. He’d tried, he’d-
“But I think it’s time you remembered,” she continued, lifting her veil just enough to plant a kiss on his cheek, his arms still crossed defiantly. Just then, the idiot he’d met earlier spotted him, making his way across the room guiding a beautiful woman behind him, a delighted smile on his face as he waved to the weary traveler.
“Go back to her. You need her, if you ever want to become the man who they all know and love.”
He was just about to ask her how she knew so much, how she knew even about this day, rather average considering his life, when he was interrupted.
“This is ‘im,” said the idiot when he finally reached him, presenting him to the woman behind him. “This is ‘im righ’ at the beginning- the angry one.”
He was just about to make a clever response to the pesky ape in front of him, when the woman beside him pulled his arm, getting his attention once more.
“Let her in, my love. Let her change you. You shouldn’t travel alone. Not ever.”
“I’m fine alone. No stupid apes,” he pointed his head to Mickey at this, “to contend with, just me and my spaceship. Besides, she didn’t want to come,” he said with haughty smirk as he turned back to his TARDIS.
“Doctor!” the woman called after him. He poked his head out to hear what she had to say. She smiled up at him, one hand on her hip as she tilted her head meaningfully to the blue box. “It also travels in time.” This smile was now genuine as he remembered her grin, setting the coordinates to return to a dark London street.
River was still beaming at the place where her young husband had just disappeared, when two strong arms wrapped around her, a nose nuzzling her curls.
“I never did thank you for that,” he whispered into her ear.
“Hmm. You will,” she assured him, content as she leaned back into his arms. “So, how are you enjoying your stag night? Mummy and Jack really outdid themselves.”
He laughed gently. “Yes, they did. I think it’s brilliant. Though I must admit, when Amy mentioned she’d invited Craig, I thought she meant as a guest, not the dancer.”
River laughed. “Yes, that table did seem to wobble under him quite dangerously, didn’t it?”
He kissed her on the crown of her head. “Well, Mrs. Robinson, I believe this is the part where we dance.”
“You’re confusing the stag night with the wedding reception, dear.”
“Am I?” he whispered, turning her around, swinging her to the music.
“Nope. This seems just right.” She smiled, wrapping her arms around him, laying her head on his shoulder, his many, many friends friends and family dancing and laughing around them, toasting the old Time Lord who ran, and the woman he’d found to run beside him.
An event worth celebrating indeed.
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Date: 2014-07-17 08:15 pm (UTC)It could use some tweaking in terms of what's going on, who's speaking and so on, but the general message gets across and it's just wonderful. :)
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Date: 2014-07-19 04:02 pm (UTC)