Alrighty, Hello, AAB97 here or Morgan if you prefer. This is a River/Amy fic, so if you do not like Femslash DO NOT READ PLEASE, hate comments are not appreciated. This chapter is not M, but it will be in the next chapters, if you like this, please please please review and tell me why you like it, favouriting doesn't tell me what you like, and if this is to succeed I need reviews. As you can see I think Rory should go die (sorry I mean no offence.), which may or may not be apparent in the first two to three chapters. Read at your own risk. Enjoy.

Amy's thoughts were swimming around in her head like a school of dizzy fish. She couldn't focus on the book she was reading; The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon just wasn't keeping her attention where it was supposed to be. She and the Doctor had stumbled upon River at an archaeological dig, at the same time the TARDIS decided to take a break and not let them in. The Doctor had thus began pleading and begging the TARDIS to let him in so he could see what the problem was, but apparently she knew what she was doing. The time lines were mostly working, the Byzantium and the Pandorica had happened and River knew that, so there was no confusion there. Amy couldn't seem to get her thoughts to take a day off. She lay on her stomach, legs crossed and swaying back and forth in the jean shorts and black tank top one of the younger Archaeologists had lent her. She was hopelessly trying to focus on the old smelling book, but hadn't much succeeded in getting past the second chapter, having only read a few pages past it. River was in charge of the dig, and as futuristic tech went, Amy loved the fact that the tent they were sharing cooled itself and stayed at a comfortable temperature, it was also the biggest, having to hold all of River's books and tools and plans. She was going to enjoy herself here, River had promised to show her the glowing fish, which meant all thoughts of Rory were packed away, until further notice. She heard the tent flap open and turned her head to see who it was. River walked in holding a pair of sweat pants.

"Hello sweetie, I asked Lea to lend you something to sleep in." She tossed the sweats at Amy. River's hair was up in a tight bun, and she was wearing almost the same thing as Amy except for she had her own tan brown sweats instead of jeans.

"Thanks." She said sitting up and let the book begin to slide out of her hands.

"What are you reading?" River asked, and she pulled out a toothbrush and toothpaste.

"Stephen King." Amy answered holding to book again.

"I saw that, which one?" Came River's reply as she disappeared into the tent bathroom.

"The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon." Amy said glancing down at the page she was on.

"What page?"

"Twelve, what's so important about that?" Amy tossed the book aside and River came back into the room.

"I've read it, wouldn't want to give anything away." She smiled, and Amy could swear there was something mischievous about the look in her eye.

"Spoilers?"

"Exactly." She laughed, and sat down on her cot. Amy looked her over, since she'd last seen her she hadn't changed much, but Amy found that she was noticing small little details about River she hadn't seen before. As if I had time to look, at the Byzantium, and while the world was ending; Amy thought to herself. River had a small scar next to her that she could see the most when she smiled. She also had a few marks on her shoulders and neck and those were very easy to see. It made Amy curious but she didn't want to ask about them...

"Penny for your thoughts, Love?" River asked smiling as the redhead came back to reality.

"Nothing...Just...How did you get those scars?" She made a face, when River's eyes changed. Looking a little sad.

"You don't have to answer." Amy mumbled, but then River smiled again.

"I would tell you, but that would be spoiling." She said, and that same mischievous look was painted across her face.

"Alright then, we on earth, yeah? What are you digging for?" Amy asked, crossing her legs and leaning forward.

"This used to be a school in Montreal, Quebec in Canada before 2798 when continents all collided again. When that happened, everything was buried under dirt from a forest planet that heard the distress call. Nearly 22'387 people were trapped. However, most of the population survived. The building we're attempting to get into is structurally sound, we want to look around." River paused, and smiled to herself as if reliving a fond memory, then looked back at Amy.

"I did a dig nearby when I was much younger. I thought you'd like to know that. That story though contains spoilers." She winked, and pulled out the sheets on her cot.

"Good night." Amy said, "Thanks for the explanation."

"Not a problem. Sleep well."

It was almost a half hour later when Amy was roused from her dozing.

"Amy?"

"Yeah?" She groaned.

"Don't stop reading that book."

"Why?"

"Spoilers."

Amy paced back and forth causing her shoulder bag bumped against her side. River had said she would be back on time to say goodbye. The TARDIS wanted to leave and the Doctor was giving her an ear full about it.

"Amy, come on!" She let out a shriek of annoyance.

"When River gets back, then I'll leave, yeah?" She burst at him, waving her hands in the air.

"Why do you need to wait?"

"Because she told me to."

"Well, why didn't you say that?" Amy put her hands on her hips, she gave him a look.

"Doctor, I didn't tell you because you didn't ask." She heard chuckling form behind her and spun around. River stood there with a fancy smirk on her face.

"What took you so long!" Amy and the Doctor exclaimed in unison. A Cheshire cat grin spread across River's face.

"Spoilers."

Amy glared at her.

"Sorry for the hold up, Amy do you remember what I told you your second night here?" River asked, Amy thought for a moment and then nodded.

"About the digs...And to keep reading my book." She said, and River smiled at her kindly.

"Good girl, now you'll see me again very soon, but –and this isn't a spoiler- I won't be this old." She smirked, and Amy gawked at her.

"You're...Not, that old...You look..." She started to panic. River started laughing, and within moments so was Amy. River pulled Amy into a hug.

"You won't see this me for a while though." She said.

"Miss you. We always have such brilliant adventures."

"You won't miss me." They stepped back, and Amy grinned at her.

"Course I will, why wouldn't I?" River waved as Amy stepped into the TARDIS.

"Spoilers." Amy mock-death glared at her before waving and shutting the door.

"Alright where to?" Amy asked, as the Doctor proceeded to play with all the controls.

"Canada! Let go meet some Quebecois people! Allons-y!" He pulled a lever just in time for Amy to grab hold of something. The telltale sputtering engine sound filled her ears and the TARDIS was off. The shaking started and Amy toppled over.

"No, no, no, no!" The Doctor started mumbling to himself.

"Oi! What's going on?" Amy called.

"What are you doing! Why did you change time lines?" He was asking the TARDIS, and suddenly the sputtering noise started up again. Everything went still.

"Where are we, Doctor?" Amy asked standing up.

"Where I said we were going. Just...we won't be tasting any Poutine..." He said a big frown on his forehead. He started toward the door, and Amy followed at his heels.

"What the bloody hell is Poutine?" She asked as they opened the doors.

"Ah, Quebec French people like it, it's one of those mixing of things people usually wouldn't eat but it's quite good, at the right place and time."

"And where would that be?" Amy asked catching up and walking beside him.

"Copolis, 2011, at 5:15 pm." He answered robotically.

"You going to tell me what it is then?"

"No, you won't want to try it then. You'll just have to trust me on this one." He said, pulling out his screwdriver and began waving it around, the buzzing kept changing depending on where he pointed it. She was going to say more about the Poutine business when he got another one of his "looks".

"What is it? What's the matter?" She asked.

"Company." He answered, and a large jeep swung in from around a patch of trees.

"We going to run?"

"No."

"Why?" The jeep skidded to a halt a few yards away and a blond wearing tan brown cargos and a red tank top jumped out. She walked over to them.

"Hello Sweetie." She smiled, and then socked Amy right in the face.

Quebec is in Canada, Montreal is one of its most multi ethnic cities/provinces.

Poutine is a Quebecois recipe; and it is French Fries, Gravy and, grated Mozzarella cheese (or cheese curds but that is nasty). The Doc doesn't lie, Copolis makes some of the best Poutine, nice and hot best served at non-busy times, and I say 2011 because the person who owns it is SUPER nice.

I will be writing some French in future chapters, and your River/Amy is coming soon.