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Title: Hi honey, I'm home

Fandom and pairing: Doctor Who, Eleven/River

Summary: Where could he go? There was only one other person in the universe, apart from a talking blue head and a few hundred Justice Department fools, who knew he was alive… her.

Rating: K+

Context: Doctor's timeline right after TWORS.


He closed the TARDIS door behind him, drowning out Dorium's taunting shouts.

The talking blue head was wrong. He could run from the question. He was the Doctor, a Time Lord, saviour of races, planets and universes. Time had never laid a finger on him, so why should be let it start now?

He pulled the scanner toward him, and frowned.

Where should I go?

He laughed bitterly, at the openness of the word, the illusion of possibility. He amended his diction.

Where could I go?

There was only one other person in the universe, apart from a talking blue head and a few hundred Justice Department fools, who knew he was alive… her.

He grinned widely, remembering the feeling of her lips once she knew; she knew she could right the universe once more, and not really have to kill him. There was so much desperation in that kiss; he knew one part was to save the universe, to right time, which was collapsing around them, but if he wasn't mistaken, and he wasn't mistaken very often, if he was honest with himself, there was another kind of desperation in that kiss – desperation for each other.

He traced his fingers absentmindedly through his hair as he stared at the blank scanner, thinking back to how he had felt in that moment. He finally knew who she was; who she really was. She was River Song, Melody Pond, the daughter of his best friends, trained and conditioned as a weapon to kill him, who chose to save him, and to love him, instead. She was the woman who killed him, and the woman who married him. There were no more important spoilers left. Well, except one. He felt a lump form in his throat as he struggled to bury the memory of his first meeting…and her last.

He spurred into action, punching in the coordinates, dinging the bell, flipping a lever, and pushing a few buttons. He grinned widely, as the brakes screeched around him, and the scanner confirmed that he'd reached his destination.

He stepped out into the cold corridor outside cell forty-six. He saw nothing of the perpetual rain beating against the windows, seeing only her smile and her magnificent golden hair; he heard nothing of the whirr of constant security, hearing only her musical voice, welcoming him.

"Hello, Sweetie."

He dashed to the bars, and pulled her face towards him, unable to wait until the cell door was open to feel her lips against his again, to feel at home. When he eventually pulled his lips from hers, he looked into her eyes, smiled, and whispered.

"Hi honey, I'm home."

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