Not One For The Diary

Memory One-Hundred-And-Twenty-One: Bring Me Back To Life

Disclaimer: Yeah, still not mine.

Author's Note: Okay, so I am doing something I never do here & writing a follow-up to the last part because quite a few people have been asking me for it (and no that doesn't mean you can ask for one after every part hehe) so this kind of feels like a half-part to me but I hope you all enjoy it & it brings you some closure…

"River, wake up!" Amy called urgently as River jerked awake from the awkward position she had been slumped in. She had fallen asleep eventually, in the early hours of the morning, propped up beside the Doctor's bed as he rested and tried to remember and she muttered memories to him in her sleep.

"Is it…? Is he…?" Words died on her lips. Words you could never say about a person who had changed. Better. Fixed. Well. Because they implied that the new version of that person was somehow lacking, somehow broken. (He was. The Doctor without his memories was barely a Doctor she knew at all but she could never let him know that, never let the others know. She felt ashamed of herself for even thinking it.)

"Come and see for yourself." Amy smirked and River jumped up and ran forwards. She didn't care that her hair was wild or that there were creases drawn onto her face from where she'd slept on the covers. All she cared about was seeing him.

"Well, well then Doctor Song." The Doctor's voice rang out as she raced into the console room and it was all she could do to stop herself breaking into the widest grin known to man. "Finally up are we? Some of us have been regaining our memories wile you've been in the land of nod!"

"So you remember?" River gasped as she looked at him- her stomach flipping uncomfortably at the sign of that cocky grin back on his face where it belonged. "It's all come back to you?"

"Pretty much, yeah. It took a long time and a lot of concentration and a few bits of my seventh regeneration are still a bit fuzzy but that may well be for the best." He laughed and River beamed like a proud parent. "But there are a few things I need to talk to you about, River Song, if you'd follow me." His voice was suddenly serious as he walked away leaving River to exchange confused looks with Amy and Rory before following him.

"Is everything okay?" River asked in confusion as she entered the small room the Doctor had walked into.

"Everything? Yes everything's fine." The Doctor replied as if this was the most obvious thing in the world. "Just wanted to get away from prying ears and eyes and Ponds."

"To say what exactly?" River asked, slightly nervous at what answer she would receive.

"That you didn't tell me the truth." The Doctor said sternly.

"What? I did… I…" River stammered indignantly.

"You didn't tell me that me and you… that we… well we…" He flapped his arms around in the air to try to explain what he wanted to say, what he would never be able to voice. The rush of emotions that had punched him squarely in the chest when he'd remembered River Song. The memories of flirting and kissing and the look on her face when he'd flown away. The knowledge that she was someone so important it could change his whole life.

"Well, I'm not one to kiss and tell." River grinned, relieved. "What sort of girl do you think I am?"

"I think you are… The best. The very best." The Doctor blushed as he leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek before running out of the room as fast as his legs would carry him. It was clumsy, inexperienced and it made River uncontrollably delighted. There was no doubt in her mind that he was back. Her Doctor. And she would never let him go again.

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