Is Your Love Strong Enough? Part 6 - The Final Scratch
Such a strange occurrence needed, finally a conclusion. Thanks for the Time Lord's trinket gift, there was suddenly an old, fearsome creature made of gears, it's old features squeaking (although not as bad as before, since a certain someone had given him a good oil job). Analog,the fearsome creature known by some as a the crankiest Time Dragon, walked in the city to find out o where Eleven was. She could smell him even in here, you see (wow that's creepy). Flanked by her three handmaidens, the women giggling like schoolgirls at everything, memorized at the ship. The city could hold her well, for all her large size.
First step - Find the Doctor, ask him what he wants. Step two - Do that. Step three - Get out of here.
She still was a Time Dragon, after all. Proud....and cranky. These boring old puny humanoids were nothing as the greatness of HERSELF so the sooner they were our of her mind, the better.
[OOC - Done! Go for it.]
First step - Find the Doctor, ask him what he wants. Step two - Do that. Step three - Get out of here.
She still was a Time Dragon, after all. Proud....and cranky. These boring old puny humanoids were nothing as the greatness of HERSELF so the sooner they were our of her mind, the better.
[OOC - Done! Go for it.]
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He was getting suspicious though, she could sense that much. Questions were forming in his head that she couldn't rightly answer. The Doctor was a brilliant man, but it was unlikely he could figure out what exactly River Song was all on his own. A woman capable of housing his soul, even if it was rather taxing after awhile, without any physical or mental signs of damage.
Alright. Let's start with why we seem to be sharing this connection? My soul in your body. Your soul in my body. It can't be pure coincidence. It was something else. Something a bit deeper, but even River Song wasn't sure how to approach this situation without frightening the Doctor off. He could be stubborn.
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Not fare, obviously. The Doctor didn't care for that word himself. Rubbish word, fate! Right, so establishing that, they can go over what they know and what they don't and judging by the shields that River has tried to throw up during this and his probe before, he thinks it's safe to say that there's loads more they don't want the other to know than anything else. He's still working on the meaning.
But there's that thought swimming around, almost like one of those fish back on one of the Pond's honeymoons (River might accidentally get a glimpse of just how far he had to go with Kazran Sardick), and it's becoming more persistent. Nibbling. Nibble of a thought. Several nibbles. Nibbling away.
The nibble is something like: River Song shouldn't be able to last like this with his consciousness in her. It's not normal human behavior. He doesn't care how well trained she is.
The Doctor struggles not to get distracted by all the thought nibbles. They're like a human's niggling feeling, except loads faster and shaded in all sorts of alien sights, sounds, smells and colors. We're connected by Time. Several key events already. Did I marry you? Bit grey on the engagement, you know, you weren't very specific, he adds, almost wounded. Wounded and intrigued despite himself. He thinks back to that wedding night in front of the TARDIS, standing with River giving him that breathy "yes".
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Yes, Demon's Run. That key moment when everything would finally fall into place. He might have caught that name from her once or twice. A future adventure, something she was deeply sad about. Still, she could hardly prevent her own kidnapping. That would be altering her time line too far. Who knows what could have happened? She could have grown up with the Doctor as her Godfather for all anyone knew and wouldn't that just be terribly awkward?
She knew he felt alone. Felt the weight of his years. That's why he sought out companions. Usually humans because humans were so caught up in the moment. So intent on living life to the fullest in their tiny flicker of a life span that it would be hard to dwell on the harsh reality that he was ultimately alone.
Not so. River liked to think she had changed that, just a little. Oh, all things have to end eventually, even River Song with her elongated life span can't live forever, but maybe, just maybe, she'd made an impact on him.
After a long suffering moment of silence, River's mind flashes towards the top of a pyramid. The air around them wrong, so wrong. Time dying, time running out and their hands being bound by his bowtie. Entwined by more then just thread, but by fate itself. It's a tiny glimpse, something she can't shield from him, not this close. She does, however, manage to shut down that memory. Maybe he could see Amy and Rory standing nearby, solemn and in awe.
Oh, what do you think? I know your name. That's not something you give out lightly. It's not exactly a yes, but it's definitely not a no. Not with that tiny glimpse of a hurried ceremony. You're not exactly the marrying type, after all. Neither was River, not until she'd met him. There were so many stories, so many theories about the two of them. Back then she'd done a lot of research on the woman she would become.
I need to get out of your body soon. She was getting tired. His presence was definitely wearing her down. Her shields were sloppy and flimsy by now. Able to be knocked down with the slightest touch, should he dare. She wasn't physically hurt by his consciousness, just exhausted. It didn't help that the shared dreams had kept her from sleeping soundly.
We need to figure this out.