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(Doctor, River) Sometimes they're just tourists, but sometimes just the sight of beauty can make your heart bloom. "Oh!" River sighed with wonder and leaned back in his arms. He smiled and hugged her tight, setting his chin on her windblown curls. They were standing on the rooftop of the highest building in the city. Leonoris spread out below them, an alien city far in humanity's future. Humanity had spread to the stars finding worlds already inhabited with alien people and intermingling with them, their children set out to colonize even farther stars. This was one of those worlds, where humanity may be more "humanish," but were no less i

River was always the strong one, but what would the others do if she got sick? (Chapter 1) Chapter 2 River woke to find herself trapped behind the faceplate of a spacesuit. Her heart kicked in terror. Her limbs were being controlled, walking, without her will. Her muscles screamed in agony as they flexed, endless, repetitive, the familiar burn of torturous training and conditioning. The Doctor’s face appeared before her, wavery and distorted. “No! Run!” she screamed, even as the spacesuit arms raised toward him. “It will kill you!” She immediately started trying to dump the weapons power systems, reroute t

Time lords are not often sick, but when they are it is very nasty and so they become quite the whiny little grumps. And so it happened one day that the Doctor was laying in bed, shouting through horrid sinus congestion for Rory to “Please hurry up with the bloody tea!” while an equally grumpy, but blessedly unsick Amy kept a cool wash cloth on his forehead to keep his fever down. She glared at him and snapped “No more yelling at MY Husband, Doctor!” Rory finally brought the tea in, and set it next to the man in the bed. “Here’s your tea now will you please stop whining?” The Doctor grabbed the tea