A/N: I've edited this ever so slightly so it followed the chronology of the minisodes on the Series 6 DVDs So if you've seen those, you can start here. If you haven't, read Chapter One first as that's my original version.


River's second night in Stormcage, the TARDIS again materialized in the corridor outside her cell. The Doctor popped out the door and sauntered up to her cell.

"Hullo. Missed me?" he asked, grinning broadly.

She returned his smile. "Always." Then, as he soniced the lock, she asked, "So, where we off to today?"

"It's a surprise," he said, opening the door and pocketing his screwdriver with a flourish.

"Good. I love surprises."

"Me too," he laughed, and took her hand. "Now, c'mon."

Having learned her lesson the last time, River brought out her diary as the Doctor set the TARDIS into flight. "So... shall we?" she asked, holding it up for him to see.

"Not this time."


"I'm on my honeymoon," he explained, laughing as he pushed home the final lever. "And I'm fairly certain...you are too."


"You could have warned me," she observed, lazily tracing patterns with her fingertips on his bare chest.

"About what?" he asked, voice heavy with sleep.

"That I'd be running into a younger you. First."

"Ahhh... That. Yes...well...I didn't actually have a chance last time I saw you, if you'll recall. And even if I had..."

"Spoilers?" she suggested.

He chuckled. "Yes. Because, you know, it did happen. Though I will admit, once I'd finally figured the whole thing out, your sudden change of attitude did suddenly make a lot more sense."

"What do you mean?" she asked, propping herself up on an elbow to look him in the face. She knew him well enough to know that, if he hadn't meant to speak of it, he wouldn't have brought it up.

"Well, all those... all that time, my visiting you backwards in Stormcage, and you never once... You know..." His voice trailed off.

She couldn't help but laugh. Who knew anyone could blush that far down? "It does feel a bit like cheating, doesn't it?

"He's still me, you know."

"Yes... but..." She flailed a hand over his chest, searching for the right word.

He caught her hand in his. "I do know what you mean. And I think now we both know why you did... will... do it. Make me wait, that is. And at least our first time was, well... our first time."

"If I'd known, though, I wouldn't have... I'd have waited until now."

He chuckled. "Could you have? If I recall..."

"I wasn't that bad." He arched an eyebrow at her, and she laughed. "Okay. Maybe I was. A bit. But it was quite a long wait."

"The trial wasn't that long."

"I wasn't just talking about the trial. Do you have any idea what the sight of you in an evening jacket does to me?" When he didn't respond after a moment, she raised herself up on one elbow to look at him. The smile tugging at his lips confirmed her suspicion. "You do, don't you?"

He laughed again. "Maybe. A bit."

"That's cheating," she protested.

"Yes, it is," he agreed without a trace of apology. "Still, it all worked out in the end. Or the beginning. Depending on your point of view. Because, believe me, it had to happen that way."


His eyes flashed with sudden humor, a grin slashed across his face, and she knew what he was about to say before he'd even opened his mouth. "Spoilers." Then, laughing, he added, "But this time, I promise, you won't have long to wait."