It's Called Marriage.

Prompt 33: Scar

They'll probably be short and sweet. These oneshots will all be centering around River/Eleven, because I ship them pretty hard. I think they make each other better people.

He'd never noticed the scar. Well, he had noticed the scar, but he hadn't really looked at it. It was just a scar after all. A cut, long ago healed, and faded into River's bronze skin. He didn't even know why he had noticed it.

River had been adjusting the little handheld GPS, scanning the mountains, capped with crystal "snow". The dark purple wolf that they had glimpsed was being rather uncooprative, even though they were trying to keep him from being killed by some disturbed villagers. Then River turned slightly, and the Doctor saw the scar, faded on her skin.

His unobedient hand reached out and his fingertips brushed against the scar. She looked at him, her own hand reaching up and keeping his against her cheek.

"What's wrong?" She questioned softly, pushing a piece of curly hair out of her eyes with her free hand.

"The scar," He replied, bringing his hand down to his side. He knew River was capable of taking care of herself. The scar was barley visible, and it couldn't be painful anymore. It was a scar. Scars weren't painful. But what bothered him was the fact that humans-anybody-they were so capable of being hurt, and that included his wife. His wife had been hurt, would be hurt, could be hurt.

"What about it?" She said, giving him a questioning look. Her hand reached up to feel where he'd touched. She chuckled softly. "It's just a scar."

He turned, glancing out at the alien village several kilometers away.

"Doctor?" River murmered, raising an eyebrow.

He shook his head with a heavy sigh, turning to face her. "You can be hurt." He said.

"Yes," She said gently, with a nod of acknowledgment. "But everyone gets hurt at some point. Even you."

"I can't lose you River." He said, his rebellious hand brushing a piece of her rebellious hair out of the way. "I just can't. I can't lose anyone else."

She smiled sadly. "It's part of life Doctor." She took his hand. "I'll be with you as long as I can. You and me, traveling all of time and space in the TARDIS."

"It's never long enough," He admitted, thinking about all the other companions. Rose, Martha, Donna, Amy, Rory; all gone, because of the adventuring throughout time and space. Maybe-if he didn't take someone with him; things could be different.

As if reading his mind, River smiled. "Do you think leaving me somewhere would keep me out of trouble?" She asked, her hand brushing against his cheek. "Sweetie, I'd get in more trouble that way."

The Doctor smiled, thinking about his rebellious wife, and all the trouble she so frequently got into. No, trying to escape her would be a bigger mistake than keeping her with him.

"Just try not to get hurt; okay?" He asked, with a smile.

"It's called marriage, sweetie." She replied, taking his hand.