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frenchy_chicksTitle: Apologies
Rating: FRT
Characters: the Doctor (10), River Song
Summary: He wasn't used to being ignored on his own TARDIS
Word count: 714
Disclaimer: Not mine. I wish they were, but they're not.
Author's notes: This follows the stories I created for prompts 1 - First Kiss and 5 - Melody. It can be read as a stand-alone, but it would make more sense if you read those two first.
She’d been aboard the TARDIS for almost two weeks now, but, if you asked the Doctor, he wouldn’t be able to prove or disprove the existence of River Song on the TARDIS. He hadn’t seen her since he’d brought her back to life. She was angry with him, and he supposed she had a right to be. Maybe it had been her time, but the Doctor didn’t think it seemed likely.
In any case, River was avoiding him, and Donna appeared to be taking her side. He didn’t think that was fair – Donna was his friend after all, not hers. He’d heard theories of human females reproductive cycles syncing up if they were together for too long and he wondered if both River and Donna were moody because they had both started menstruating, but he wasn’t about to ask either one of them.
He’d also heard of women’s love for chocolate, especially during their menstrual cycles, and he figured it was worth a shot. Maybe he could appeal to her better nature and win her over. The Doctor supposed that he wouldn’t be any worse off if he tried.
So, he figured he would use the TARDIS’ database to do a search on River Song in an attempt to deduce whether she had any preferences on chocolate. Unfortunately, it appeared his TARDIS was also unhappy with him and gave him a shock when he touched the console.
“Oh, not you too! You don’t even have a reproductive cycle, yet, here you are. Sympathizing with them. Does nobody feel the least bit sympathetic towards me?” the Doctor wondered, frowning up at the TARDIS.
He tried searching again, but received an even greater shock than the last. “I’m just trying to make things better! All right, fine, never mind. But will you at least let me land us some place so I can get what I need to apologize properly?”
A picture of a bouquet of flowers appeared on the TARDIS screen and the Doctor rolled his eyes. “Yes, I’ll get some flowers,” he promised.
Cautiously reaching for the consol, the Doctor was elated to find that he was no longer being shocked. It only took a quick couple of minutes for the Doctor to land the TARDIS and grab the items he needed (as well as some he didn’t) and get the TARDIS back in orbit around a large star. He only hoped that his plan would work.
Mustering up his courage, the Doctor headed off towards River’s room. He found it relatively quickly and stood outside her door, unmoving for some time before raising his hand and knocking. When there was no answer, he knocked again, but still received no response.
“River? River, please. Look, I’m sorry. I don’t know what else to say other than to say sorry. I did what I thought was right because, well… it wasn’t your time. I gave you my screwdriver, it was upgraded in a way that would save you. Why would I do that if I hadn’t wanted my younger self to keep you from dying?” The Doctor spoke to the door.
When there was still no answer, he sighed and rested his forehead against the wall next to the door, looking at the flowers and chocolates in his hands. “I’ve brought you some chocolates… and flowers. Beautiful flowers, actually, from the planet Barcelona. I dunno if you’ve ever been there… the flowers were originally thought to be poisonous, but they’re not, not in the slightest. Their aroma has different effects on different people, is all,” the Doctor babbled.
Sighing, the Doctor left the gifts at the door. “I just wanted you safe,” he whispered before leaving.
On the other side of the door, River had listened to everything the Doctor had said, smiling when he rambled on. It appeared it didn’t matter what regeneration he was in, the Doctor loved to sound clever. She waited until she was certain he had gone before opening the door and picking up the gifts he had left. The flowers were certainly beautiful, she thought, closing the door. The Doctor had also been right about the smell – and, if she found herself become less angry at him, it wasn’t due to the flowers… it had been the chocolate.
END
Rating: FRT
Characters: the Doctor (10), River Song
Summary: He wasn't used to being ignored on his own TARDIS
Word count: 714
Disclaimer: Not mine. I wish they were, but they're not.
Author's notes: This follows the stories I created for prompts 1 - First Kiss and 5 - Melody. It can be read as a stand-alone, but it would make more sense if you read those two first.
She’d been aboard the TARDIS for almost two weeks now, but, if you asked the Doctor, he wouldn’t be able to prove or disprove the existence of River Song on the TARDIS. He hadn’t seen her since he’d brought her back to life. She was angry with him, and he supposed she had a right to be. Maybe it had been her time, but the Doctor didn’t think it seemed likely.
In any case, River was avoiding him, and Donna appeared to be taking her side. He didn’t think that was fair – Donna was his friend after all, not hers. He’d heard theories of human females reproductive cycles syncing up if they were together for too long and he wondered if both River and Donna were moody because they had both started menstruating, but he wasn’t about to ask either one of them.
He’d also heard of women’s love for chocolate, especially during their menstrual cycles, and he figured it was worth a shot. Maybe he could appeal to her better nature and win her over. The Doctor supposed that he wouldn’t be any worse off if he tried.
So, he figured he would use the TARDIS’ database to do a search on River Song in an attempt to deduce whether she had any preferences on chocolate. Unfortunately, it appeared his TARDIS was also unhappy with him and gave him a shock when he touched the console.
“Oh, not you too! You don’t even have a reproductive cycle, yet, here you are. Sympathizing with them. Does nobody feel the least bit sympathetic towards me?” the Doctor wondered, frowning up at the TARDIS.
He tried searching again, but received an even greater shock than the last. “I’m just trying to make things better! All right, fine, never mind. But will you at least let me land us some place so I can get what I need to apologize properly?”
A picture of a bouquet of flowers appeared on the TARDIS screen and the Doctor rolled his eyes. “Yes, I’ll get some flowers,” he promised.
Cautiously reaching for the consol, the Doctor was elated to find that he was no longer being shocked. It only took a quick couple of minutes for the Doctor to land the TARDIS and grab the items he needed (as well as some he didn’t) and get the TARDIS back in orbit around a large star. He only hoped that his plan would work.
Mustering up his courage, the Doctor headed off towards River’s room. He found it relatively quickly and stood outside her door, unmoving for some time before raising his hand and knocking. When there was no answer, he knocked again, but still received no response.
“River? River, please. Look, I’m sorry. I don’t know what else to say other than to say sorry. I did what I thought was right because, well… it wasn’t your time. I gave you my screwdriver, it was upgraded in a way that would save you. Why would I do that if I hadn’t wanted my younger self to keep you from dying?” The Doctor spoke to the door.
When there was still no answer, he sighed and rested his forehead against the wall next to the door, looking at the flowers and chocolates in his hands. “I’ve brought you some chocolates… and flowers. Beautiful flowers, actually, from the planet Barcelona. I dunno if you’ve ever been there… the flowers were originally thought to be poisonous, but they’re not, not in the slightest. Their aroma has different effects on different people, is all,” the Doctor babbled.
Sighing, the Doctor left the gifts at the door. “I just wanted you safe,” he whispered before leaving.
On the other side of the door, River had listened to everything the Doctor had said, smiling when he rambled on. It appeared it didn’t matter what regeneration he was in, the Doctor loved to sound clever. She waited until she was certain he had gone before opening the door and picking up the gifts he had left. The flowers were certainly beautiful, she thought, closing the door. The Doctor had also been right about the smell – and, if she found herself become less angry at him, it wasn’t due to the flowers… it had been the chocolate.
END
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