An Unwritten Song
By Sylva Dax
A/N: This is a sequel to my other story, "Just a Minor Rewrite," and really shouldn't be read until you've read it. It takes place after series 6 and the Christmas special and may continue into series 7 (depends on where Moffat takes us and if there's still any interest in what I'm writing) . Please read and REVIEW! I really do want to know what you think about what I'm writing and what you'd like to see.
Disclaimer: All but the idea for this story is owned by the BBC.
Awakened in the middle of the night by a familiar whooshing sound, Rory and Amy rushed outside to their backyard. They arrived just as the TARDIS finished materialising on the garden path.
"He actually missed your garden this time, " Rory observed with a smile as the TARDIS door opened.
Looking at one another when the Doctor failed to appear in the doorway, Rory and Amy shrugged with knowing smirks and entered the TARDIS. Proceeding with caution they approached the console, not wanting to witness more than either of them ever wanted to see of the Doctor and their daughter.
After granting the lovebirds a few more minutes to show themselves, Amy's patience reached its limits. "Oh, now this is beyond rude. Come on, Rory," she said, pulling him along. "We're going back to bed. They know where to find us when they're done."
Allowing himself to be pulled towards the door, Rory glanced back. A blinking light he hadn't noticed before demanded his attention.
"No, wait, Amy," he said already turning back to investigate. "That blinking light; it's in the medical bay." Suddenly apprehensive, Rory rushed across the floor with Amy hot on his heels.
The sight that greeted him stopped Rory momentarily in his tracks, causing Amy to slam into his back. The Doctor, dressed only in shirt and trousers, lay on the floor next to a wide medical bed wrapped in his daughter's (his naked daughter's!) arms. He would have retreated immediately if he hadn't seen the wires attached to River. Rushing forward, he and Amy quickly confirmed that they were merely unconscious.
"What were they doing? " Amy asked, her eyes darting around in confusion.
Already lifting his daughter gently in his arms and laying her back on the bed, Rory answered, "Not sure but I don't think it was a fantasy gone wrong. Here, help me get the Doctor on the bed."
While Rory checked the couples' vital signs, Amy set herself to finding out what had happened. Realizing the impossibility of deciphering the Doctor's notes, most of which was in his native Galifreyan script, she immediately turned to the computer terminal. The monitor popped back on the moment Amy touched the keyboard. She stared in horror at the screen.
"Rory," she practically whispered, finding it hard to breathe. "Rory!" she finally gasped. He was by her side instantly. "Look."
Across the screen in bold letters was the headline, "Yesterday a Pardoned Killer; Today a Hero! Professor River Song Dies Saving 4022 People Lost in the Library." A picture of River and her team followed. Amy had a white-knuckled grip on Rory's hand as they read Lux's account: the flesh-eating Vashta Nerada; the horrifying deaths of his dear assistant and Professor Song's archaeological team; the crazy, screwdriver-wielding Doctor and his lady friend, Donna; and finding the handcuffed Doctor staring in shock at the spot where the courageous Professor had sacrificed herself to save everyone, including the 4022 persons who had been lost for nearly a century in his family's Library.
"Ponds in the TARDIS? Ponds in the TARDIS!" the Doctor exclaimed, his arms flailing as he tried to steady himself after bounding off the bed. "How did you get in the TARDIS? Not that you're not welcome."
"When?" Amy demanded.
"When? Why, you're always wel-"
"When does this happen, Doctor?" she interrupted, pointing at the display screen.
Focusing momentarily on the screen, the Doctor sighed, "It already has."
"What!" Rory and Amy gasped as one.
Pointing at River, Rory closed the distance between him and the Doctor. "Our daughter is right there and she's alive, Doctor."
"Professor River Song died the day I met her in the Library. Today, my wife led an expedition into the Library where I meet her for the first time."
The Doctor's gaze was locked with Rory's but it was Amy who responded. "You knew? You knew all this time and you said nothing? Did nothing to warn her? You didn't, did you, yeah?" Amy filled the space between the Doctor and Rory.
"I couldn't; I -"
"Don't you dare!" Amy roared. "Don't you dare tell us that our daughter's death is a fixed point in time. So was yours!"
Fixed point in time? Maybe. The pivotal apex of a paradox waiting to happen? Definitely. An uncompromising directive from his beloved wife? Without question!
He tried to explain, saying, "It is a-" but Rory's fist lifted him off the ground until gravity claimed him and he found himself looking up into the distraught faces of the Ponds.
Pointing at the vat of flesh, Rory croaked, "I just realised what all this is for. You were going to replace our daughter with a ganger!" He pointed an accusing finger at River.
~ DW ~