Warnings: Spoilers for Forest of the Dead.
Disclaimer: Don't own it, never will.
Word count: 449

030. Death

"Once in a while, right in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairy tale. "

Her death.

The Doctor's death.

Neither frightened her.

After all, in the end, everyone dies.

"But I do think that all the skies of all the worlds might just turn dark if he ever, for one moment, accepts it."

And it's funny, thinking of it now, that the Doctor always knew how she would meet her end. That she would sit in this chair and take the charge for him. That she would handcuff him to a pipe and let the tears flow freely from her eyes as he frantically reached for his screwdriver. And it's easy, in this last minute of her life, to believe that all their time together had been because of guilt. His guilt for not being able saving her.

It's so him–so the man she loves–to be this infuriating.

But then she remembers his face—his stupidly handsome face—with a new haircut and suit. And the tears. The tears she couldn't quite understand.

Her Doctor.

Time and space.

All of their time together. All the pain and heartbreak. The things they said—will say. Monsters that need to be defeated. Sins that have been committed and beauty that has been discovered. All of these wonderful, horrible things have brought her here on this day. The day of her death. Still…


She wouldn't change it for the universe.

Not if it meant losing all that time with her impossible man. The oldest, the kindest, the last of his kind. A man who defies time and space itself. Who acts like such a child but has more wisdom than even he cares to admit. A man who belongs to no one—not even to her. Who changes his face and is completely and utterly ridiculous.

The Doctor.

She looks to his younger self— the man who does not know her—and he is crying, pulling against those handcuffs, hating her for taking his place. And she laughs through her tears. She'd been right, after all.

"The day's coming when I'll look into that man's eyes, my Doctor, and he won't have the faintest idea who I am. And I think it's going to kill me."

She connects the ends, there is a jolt of electricity and then there is nothing.

"Now and then, every once in a very long while, every day in a million days, when the wind stands fair and the Doctor comes to call..."

Her eyes open.

She's dressed in white and surrounded by the greenest grass she's ever seen. With a turn of her head, she looks behind her and watery smile takes to her lips.

There, walking towards her, are her once dead friends.

"…everybody lives."


Notes: Beta'd by MuslimBarbie. This is the first of 100 prompts that I will be writing centered on and around the relationship of River song with the many regenerations of the Doctor she encounters. Will be updated erratically, sometimes with two or more each update.