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A video because I was thinking perhaps it would be a kindness for the Doctor to be able to forget some of the sad things that have happened in his long life ... especially his and River Song's story

Challenge response: Doctor Who

Title: Her Mother's Face
Author: shaviva
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Minor for A Good Man Goes to War
Characters: Eleventh Doctor, River Song
Word count: 475 (according to Microsoft Word, excluding titles and notes)
Author's Note: Written for the prompt 'Trace' on who_contest.  Inspired by the quote "Art is the child of Nature; yes, her darling child, in whom we trace the features of the mother's face, her aspect and her attitude." by Beck.  Set after A Good Man Goes to War and before Let's Kill Hitler which as far as I can tell means before the Doctor knows that Melody Pond can regenerate and therefore that River isn't her first 'face'.
Summary: In the days after the Doctor discovers River's true identity he thinks about her connection to his best friends.
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Her Mother's Face

The Doctor sat in the TARDIS alone, needing the respite it provided.  After months of searching he was forced to accept that he wouldn’t find River, not in time to make a difference.  No, he suspected their first meeting for her would happen long after her feet were firmly set on a path of Madam Kovarian’s design.  He’d gone from giddy delight to grim despair and it cut deep.

He should go back to Amy and Rory immediately but he couldn’t bring himself to do so.  He’d cost them their daughter – surely they’d hate him for that?  He didn’t think he could bear it if Amy shied away from him again, as she’d done at Demon’s Run.

River Song … the child of Amy and Rory.  The Doctor found it difficult to believe.  Perhaps if he’d lived through Amy’s pregnancy, seen her increase as the baby grew, listened to the expectant parents talk nurseries and names and things new parents spoke of, perhaps then it would feel real.

Displaying a picture of River on the monitor the Doctor studied it.  He remained silent, his eyes searching for something before he gave up with an impatient grumble, punching the off switch harder than necessary.  Wasn’t it customary for humans to leave some trace of themselves in the composition of their children?  The colour of the eyes, the shape of the nose, a distinctive wave in the hair … something that declared ‘this is my child’ even before introductions were made.

Not so with River.

Amy was the quintessential ginger with her pale complexion and deep, militantly straight red hair; River had the sun kissed skin of an outdoors woman and her wildly curling tawny hair refused to be tamed.  Amy’s eyes were green; River’s were blue.  Amy was slender and of a height with the Doctor; River had curves to burn and came barely to his shoulder. 

Comparing River to Rory didn’t yield better results either.  It was as though River was randomly drawn from the universe’s genetic pool and then dumped without warning in their laps.

There was only one likeness the Doctor could find, one trace of similarity between child and parent.  Amy never let him get away with anything – if his motives called for reproach she was there, stepping up to deliver it.  After the dressing down she’d given him at Demon’s Run the Doctor knew River would be the same.  Perhaps that’s what she’d inherited from her parents … that brave step forward in the defence of right.

No doubt, that trait would make the Doctor’s life difficult in the future but for now it was reason to smile.  Amy Pond had a daughter and with any luck, the more he got to know her the more he’d find that River was just like her mother … in all the best ways.

The End

Fan Fiction: Fall of the Eleventh

Fall of the Eleventh

The Doctor has been running his whole life … from the fields of Trenzalore and from the Fall of the Eleventh. The motives of The Silence were clear … his death at any cost. When others emerge with different goals the Doctor discovers that what he should have considered is this. Who wants him to go to Trenzalore, and why?

Author: ShaViva

Rating: PG

Season: Season 7, after The Angels Take Manhattan. AU because I'm not considering this year's Christmas episode nor anything to do with the Doctor's new companion

Classifications: Romance/Adventure

Pairings: Eleventh Doctor and River Song

Spoilers for: Minor spoilers for everything Eleventh Doctor/River related, particularly The Angels Take Manhattan, The Wedding of River Song, Doctor Who: P.S. (by Chris Chibnall), and Night and the Doctor: First Night/Last Night. Spoilers for Silence in the Library/Forest of the Dead too. Minor spoilers for The End of the World Pt1/2.

Acknowledgements: to wikipedia and the Doctor Who wiki in particular where I always found something interesting when I needed it. This is particularly true when researching events and characters linked to Gallifrey. If you see something familiar from old Doctor Who, that's where I found it. There was a discussion, I can't recall exactly where now, about the true identity of the Doctor which spawned some of the basic ideas in this story enough that I'd like to give credit.

Disclaimer: I am unfortunately not associated in any way with the creators, owners, or producers of Doctor Who or any of its media franchises! All publicly recognizable characters, settings, equipment, etc are the property of whoever owns them. Any original characters, plot, settings, and anything else I made up are the property of me, the author. No copyright infringement is intended. Written purely for the love of Doctor Who.

Story Status: 25 chapters, approx 53,000 words, COMPLETE.


Fall of the Eleventh on Fanfiction
Fall of the Eleventh on AO3

Challenge response: Doctor Who

Title: Alone Again
Author: shaviva
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Minor, Forest of the Dead, Night and the Doctor - Last Night, The Angels Take Manhattan
Characters: Eleventh Doctor, River Song
Word count: 475 (according to Microsoft Word)
Author's Note: Written for the prompt 'Almost' on who_contest
Summary: Against all the odds he’d almost had his unspoken dreams realised. Almost. Coming so close made what he knew had to happen all the more heart wrenching.
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Alone Again

Closing the TARDIS door, the Doctor leaned back against it, his posture weary and sad.

It was done – Darillium. He’d just dropped River off at home for the last time.

Pushing away from the door, the Doctor took the black top hat off his head and glanced at it. His screwdriver was in his hand before he registered the sudden surge of anger. Tossing the hat high he sent out a beam of sonic energy, obliterating it to nothingness. Lowering his 'weapon' he blew the imaginary smoke off – consciously emulating River, who’d approve both that action and the destruction of another hat. Although … he suspected she’d rather liked his tuxedoed form, hat included, judging by her reaction when she’d seen him.

“You do know that looking so dapper just makes a girl want to …,” she’d leaned closer and purred, “muss you up.”

He’d gulped and stuttered and been far too awkward in his usual manner and she’d laughed, enjoying flustering him as always.

The Doctor laughed at the memory.  If the tail end of his mirth sounded like sobs cut off before they could take hold … well, there was no one there to witness it. He’d already lost the Ponds and now he was truly alone ... again.

This him, the one who loved River more than he could bring himself to admit, could take no responsibility for her fate.  Tomorrow she’d go to The Library and she wouldn’t come back.

He felt completely responsible.


His tenth incarnation’s actions had been guided by a man with no appreciation of who River would be but those actions had locked in an ending. After more than two hundred years the Doctor hadn’t found a way to save her without rewriting their entire history and causing a string of paradoxes across all of space and time. He’d have done it, that and more, but he knew River too well. Even if it worked she’d never forgive him and he’d lose her anyway.  Now he was out of time. 

He never got to keep them … the Doctor's companions.  He'd been resigned to the truth of his existence since Gallifrey fell. This time it was different. Deep down he'd started to hope. River wasn't human, not completely; maybe not as much as she made out. She had an almost Timelord intellect, she could absorb regeneration energy safely, she aged very slowly ... eventually he'd have convinced her the TARDIS could handle as many psychopaths as they wanted to throw at her.

River had the capability to be his companion for all time ... or at least a very large part of it.  Against all the odds he’d almost had his unspoken dreams realised.  No more returning to alone-ness - to darkness after heady days of light.

Almost

He'd resign himself to this too ... one day.

Challenge response: Doctor Who

Title: Powerless
Author: shaviva
Rating:
PG
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Major, for The Angels Take Manhattan
Characters: Eleventh Doctor, River Song
Word count: 2,237
Author's Note: Written for the prompt 'Scream' on who_contest
Summary: When you're powerless, sometimes the only thing you can do is scream.  A tag of sorts for The Angels Take Manhattan, taking place after the Doctor goes to see young Amelia.  If you haven't seen the episode this won't make much sense.

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Powerless


"You realise it’s screaming. The others can hear.”

River had been talking about the captive Angel but she could just as well have been talking about herself. Sometimes it seemed all she could hear inside was the sound of her own screams. For what had been done to her, for what she’d been made to do to others. To him. For the life she’d chosen that gave so much but at so high a cost. Only for her, there was no one to hear … not really. Just the diary he’d given her but could never read.

“River.”

She looked up to see him standing in the doorway of her room in the TARDIS. The Doctor. Her Doctor.

“Did you find it?” She’d known, even as she’d suggested that Amy could write him an afterword, that he would have already torn out that page. He didn’t like endings.

“Yes.” It was a simple word full of so much emotion.

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Challenge response: Doctor Who

Title: Dry Eyed
Author: shaviva
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Minor, The Doctor's Wife, Forest of the Dead
Characters: Eleventh Doctor, River Song
Word count: 450
Author's Note: Written for the prompt 'Dry' on  who_contest
Summary: Time Lords didn't cry ... they didn't.  But, just suppose they did?  What then?

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Dry Eyed


A Time Lord didn’t cry.  The Doctor had been tested enough to be assured of that basic fact.   Tested as no one should be; by events and by the truth of his existence.  He never aged – he changed repeatedly, forced to watch as time took from him everyone he’d ever cared for.


He’d never cried, not through any of it.  Not even when he’d been forced to unleash The Moment that spelled the destruction of his planet, his people.  He’d been numb … for days uncounted while the TARDIS took him to places and situations and people in an effort to bring him back to her.  Seeing his old girl alive was as close as he’d come to losing his control … talking to her had been gloriously cruel.  His one constant … within reach and then ripped away forever.

The towers sang...and you cried.

The words were like an echo at the back of his mind that grew in volume the further from the events in the Library he got.   The more he got to know River Song, the closer she got to her fate.  Sometimes those words were deafening.

“What are you thinking about?”

The Doctor looked up to see River herself.

“You,” he replied simply.


“Not this me, or you’d be looking much happier,” she teased, moving to sit beside him.  Above, the central column pulsed with light as the TARDIS flew them through space and time.

“No, not this you,” he agreed.  He reached for her hand, absently running his thumb across the surface as he pushed away his maudlin thoughts.  He, more than anyone, knew to appreciate what he had in the here and now.

She turned her hand over, her palm inviting him to press a kiss there.  When he did, she shivered, so responsive, so welcome a distraction.  Standing abruptly, the Doctor reached down and pulled River to her feet and smoothly into him, his arms wrapping around her tightly.

“Whatever it is sweetie, you’ll find a way to work it out,” she murmured.

He’d never wanted to ignore the spoiler warnings more – to blurt out that he could, but for the fact that she’d made him promise not to.

What was a promise like that anyway?  She’d already driven him to go places he’d never wanted to go again.  He loved her … he’d married her … sometimes he couldn’t think without her.  If she was really going to drive him to tears one day then they were talking a whole new ball game.

He was the Doctor … he made the rules.  She’d just have to forgive him … because he wouldn’t forgive himself this time, if he let her die.

Fan Fiction: Doctor Who

The Doctor and the Shadows

River Song perished in The Library the day The Doctor met her ... or did she? He's a Time Lord with all of space and time at his disposal. Is it really that hard to believe he could do just a little better than that?

Author: ShaViva

Rating: PG

Season: between season 6 and 7, after the events of The Wedding of River Song and The Doctor, The Widow and The Wardrobe.

Classifications: Romance/Adventure

Pairings: Eleventh Doctor and River Song

Spoilers for: to play it safe, everything up to the 2012 Christmas episode, particularly everything involving River Song, especially The Impossible Astronaut/Day of the Moon; A Good Man Goes to War; Let's Kill Hitler; The Wedding of River Song; Night and the Doctor – First Night; Night and the Doctor – Last Night. Also BIG spoilers for Silence in the Library and Forest of the Dead.

Acknowledgements: to wikipedia and the Doctor Who wiki in particular where I always found something interesting when I needed it. If you see something familiar from old Doctor Who, that's where I found it. Also big thanks to drwhotranscripts dot blogspot dot com dot au where I went whenever I needed reminding on who said what when.

Disclaimer: I am unfortunately not associated in any way with the creators, owners, or producers of Doctor Who or any of its media franchises! All publicly recognizable characters, settings, equipment, etc are the property of whoever owns them. Any original characters, plot, settings, and anything else I made up are the property of me, the author. No copyright infringement is intended. Written purely for the love of Doctor Who.

Story Status: 20 chapters, approx 63,000 words, COMPLETE.


The Doctor and the Shadows on Fanfiction
The Doctor and the Shadows on AO3

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