A/N: Summer school is OVER! Hooray! Now, on to important things, like tumblr and fanfiction.

I don't own it, obviously. CAN'T WAIT FOR LET'S KILL HITLER. That is all.

Chapter 8- Eavesdropping

River kissed Asher on the forehead. "Get some rest, okay?"

"I've been sleeping for a day, mum," he reminded her, but honestly, he still felt tired.

"Listen to Rory. Take it easy," she said, pointing at him.

"I can't believe Rory's your dad," he muttered, shaking his head.

River shrugged, with a weak smile. "I didn't have the most normal of childhoods." She sighed. "I'll tell you about it later, okay?"

Asher noted the weary look in her eyes, and the way her shoulders hunched ever so slightly. He nodded at her. "Yeah. Later."

As River walked out of Asher's temporary bedroom, she collided into the Doctor. His sonic screwdriver clattered to the ground, and he yelped. She raised her eyebrows at him.

"Ah," he started speaking before she even said a word. "I was just—uh—coming to talk to Asher. I needed to tell him about—uh, his heart."

He snatched the sonic from the ground and shoved it into his pocket. He continued talking.

"You know, I'd like to run more tests on him. He's got some abnormalities in his rhythms and—"

River placed a gentle finger over his mouth. "It's not nice to eavesdrop, Sweetie."

The Doctor didn't even look surprised. His eyes flashed from defensive to a guarded sadness in a matter of seconds. River removed her finger, and he watched the action intently. "Right. I really didn't mean to hear…I mean, I did listen a bit, but it was all very…accidental."

River didn't say anything. Honestly, she liked that he heard them. She hated not being able to tell him what she was feeling or thinking. But she had to deter him from the damn spoilers.

She gave him a pointed look, and he hung his head.

"I have no idea what to do, River." He met her eyes. "This is all so human. I'm a Timelord, and I'm the last. I can't do this human thing with people because in the end, you all go away."

"Don't even try that line with me. You connect more than anyone else in the universe. Sure, you pretend like you don't." He looked away from her, but she reached forward and turned his face back to her. "And you're afraid now because if there is anyone in this world you could really connect with, it would be your child."

His eyes were unreadable as he responded. "And what about you, River?"

She faltered.

He continued. "Half of the time, you know what I'm going to say before I say it, and it drives me mad. But it's sort of like the guns. I hate it, and yet—" He shook his head, as if to clear it.

"Sweetie," she stroked his hair a bit. "I know."

"And now I know. What am I supposed to do now? I'm still 'too young.' Yes, I'm biologically Asher's father, but I'm not really…" He twiddled with his fingers and then scratched his cheek. "I mean, you and I haven't…"

As the Doctor flushed furiously, River giggled. "Spoilers."

"Oh god, I shouldn't have brought that up." He coughed.

"Oh Doctor," she brushed his cheek with her thumb. "My Doctor."

He stared at her for a few minutes with a soft expression. Then he gently leaned forward and placed his lips on hers. The kiss was short and sweet and chaste. But as quick as the kiss started, he jumped backwards.

"I'm sorry." His almost looked like he was panicking. He had obviously not thought his actions through.

"No you aren't." River leaned back against the wall opposite him, making sure to keep her eyes locked with his.

Her lack of proximity restored the confidence to his stance, and River smiled. Her Doctor.

"I suppose not, River Song." His uncertainty was fading, and he jerked the hair from his eyes.

"What now, Doctor?" She smiled at him: letting him lead always made him feel better.

He stepped toward her, and she stayed completely still. His hands moved forward slowly, his right hand tangling in her hair while his left gently rested on her hip. He kissed her forehead.

"You're lovely," he whispered. And then he kissed her mouth.

She kissed him back chastely, but he intensified the kiss of his own accord, pushing her more solidly against the wall. She slipped her hands inside of his tweed jacket, pulling his suspenders toward her.

She danced her fingers up to his bowtie, untying it with the deftness of experience.

The Doctor inhaled quickly, stopping his kiss. "Ah." He looked nervous and eyed her hands warily. He rested his forehead on hers, and she stopped undoing his buttons, instead wrapping her arms around his waist under the tweed.

The moment felt infinite. She curled into his warm jacket, and he intensely returned her hug. "River."

After a moment, she broke the silence. "You said something about testing Asher? Or was that a clever lie to get you out of trouble?"

"It actually wasn't a lie. I had no desire to listen to sappy mother-son time. You know, there might've been tears." He straightened his back and let his hands fall from her body. "I wanted to use more sophisticated scanners than the sonic. His cardiac episode is more than it seems, I think."

He began redoing his bowtie and straightening his shirt, and River grinned mischievously as he fought a blush.

"Shut up." He frowned. "Your laughing is not very nice."

"You're so cute when you're young," River said with a smile. Then she cleared her face and regained a serious composure. "I know Asher is fine, I can sense when he is in danger, Doctor, you should know that."

The Doctor blinked in surprise. "Oh. You have maternal Time Lord senses." He nods once. "River, you seem to forget that I don't know how Time Lord you are yet."

"You seem to forget that I can't tell you," she countered.

He relaxed. "I know. This is just very frustrating."

River understood, of course, and gave him a weak smile. "So do you want me to go with you? To scan him?"

The Doctor nodded almost before she stopped speaking. "Yes. Definitely, yes."

She furrowed her eyebrows and then grinned wickedly. "Actually," she said, "I think it would be very good for you to talk to him alone."

"River," he moaned. "What if he gets human on me? I think he's very cross with me right now, no matter what he says."

"Sweetie, do not attribute the emotional side of Asher to me. He is all you when it comes to that." She patted him on the shoulder.

"Oi!" He protested. "Asher got very yell-y and angry on that planet! He had a gun even!"

"A gun that he hates to use. And anger when people that he loves are in pain and he can't stop it. That doesn't sound like anyone we know, does it?" River gave him a very solid and very naked look. He felt uncomfortable.

"I'm going to go scan him now," the Doctor said, ignoring her sarcasm and pulling a metallic blue and green scanner from one of his pockets. "This should do the trick."

"Don't vaporize him or anything, please. Or yourself, for that matter," River said, walking away with a devious look on her face.

He glared after her disappearing figure. "No worries about that, I'm the Doctor."

"Yeah, and he is a teenage boy," she called back.

He frowned, remembering that he was a very stubborn young Time Lord, and hoped that Asher was not quite exactly the same as he.