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cmartlover. Christian. Whovian. Sherlockian. Oliciter. Artist. Writer. Singer. Watches: Doctor Who, Arrow, The Flash, Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D, Daredevil, Broadchurch, Agent Carter, Sherlock, The Middle, Parks and Rec (a bit) I'm the girl who met Arthur Darvill in an NYC alleyway. (Not once, but twice. TWICE!) And then I met him again at Awesome Con (albiet unexpectedly)! Matt Smith signed my fez (yeah, I don't understand it either). He really is the sweetest person in the world:) Alex Kingston is one of the warmest, kindest people I have ever met. It was such a privilege to meet her at Awesome Con. And on that note, I can now officially say I've met my team TARDIS (Matt Smith, Karen Gillan, Arthur Darvill and Alex Kingston)
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I don’t know very much about Gallifrey – just the fact that it was home to one of the first civilisations ever to emerge into the galaxy, the legends about it being ‘a planet beyond time’ and the fact that my husband and the love of my life was born there, but I know, from those legends and from things that he has let slip, that if Gallifrey is ever found then bad things will happen.

River Song on Gallifrey  (from The Legends of River Song: River of Time by Andrew Lane)

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When you have to use your shoe heels as tools for prising the access panels off the robotic warders then you tend to snap a lot of them as well. That’s why, every few months, I have to escape from Stormcage to do some serious shopping. After all, a girl has to look her best, doesn’t she? One never knows when one might get a visit from one’s husband – except, of course, that one is in here in the first place for killing him. Except that nobody can quite remember who he was.

River on looking her best (from The Legends of River Song: River of Time by Andrew Lane)

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It began, as things so often do, with the Doctor. He arrived at my door to pick me up. I have told him to stop doing that. I’m perfectly capable of managing my own escapes. He was in his bow-tie-and-chin incarnation. As I would later learn, he hadn’t been to Lake Silencio yet. If he had, he’d have known why showing his face – any of his faces – in Stormcage was a terrible idea. To be fair to him, he had come in disguise. Being less fair, the disguise was a twentieth-century British bobby’s helmet. He seemed to think this rendered him unrecognisable. A square of psychic paper and a gormless expression can work miracles – luckily for him. Behind the guards’ backs, he doffed the headgear and pointed to his grinning face as if revealing his identity to me. The guards agreed, with some misgivings, to hand me over to him – as long as we were shackled together. I certainly had no problem with that. The Doctor did his best to avoid my gaze as he applied the handcuffs. Dear Diary, how I love it when I can turn him bright red with a look.

A young Doctor picks River up from Stormcage (from The Legends of River Song:A Gamble with Time by Steve Lyons)

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There was the Doctor, still sprawled on the ground where I’d left him, a smile of utter peace and contentment on his face. I flung myself down beside him and shook him hard. ‘Wake up, Doctor! Wake up!’ His eyes flickered open and his smile grew wider, but he was barely focusing. ‘River? What have I told you about sneaking into my bedroom at night?’

River tries to wake the Doctor up from his dream-state  (from The Legends of River Song: Suspicious Minds by Jacqueline Rayner)

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The peace had pulled me back in and added something new: I was a child clutched to the bosom of her mother, hearing a mother’s gentle breathing, a sound that said ‘I will protect you always. I will keep you safe. You just have to stay with me.’ Oh, how deeply I felt that right then! But the thing is, I also knew it was a lie. I’d never been that child. My mother had never clasped me to her. Oh, she’d wanted to, I know that, this wasn’t about blame or even about pity for myself. It was just about reality. And reality gave me a crutch to lean on. I pushed the peace out of my mind and replaced it with anger. Anger at being taken from my parents. Anger at the life stolen from me. Anger at the people who’d made me what I am. (I’d like to say ‘what I was’. But I can never be entirely sure.) Anger at a universe that allowed this to happen. Perhaps, even, anger at the Doctor, because loving him might make life so much better, but it made it oh, so much harder too.

River fights off a dream  (from The Legends of River Song: Suspicious Minds by Jacqueline Rayner)

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‘Humans are animals,’ the Doctor interjected, without putting his hand up. It was just an aside. Of course, I knew he was referring to their taxonomical classification rather than being rude, but it’s more fun pretending to take offence. ‘Human wife sitting right next to you!’ I pointed out. ‘And would you deny, River, that you can sometimes be a bit of an animal?’ Ah, compliments will get you anywhere. I shot him a smile.

The Doctor and River in The Legends of River Song :  Suspicious Minds by Jacqueline Rayner

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‘There is one thing…’ I looked from the Doctor to Elvis and back again. ‘We could…’ I held the Doctor’s gaze. ‘Couldn’t we?’ He didn’t have to ask what I was trying to say. ‘I… could. If it means that much to you.’ Elvis doesn’t share our gift of matrimonial telepathy, though. And he did have a plastic brain. He still looked clueless.

River and the Doctor share a moment of ‘matrimonial telepathy’  (from The Legends of River Song: Suspicious Minds by Jacqueline Rayner)posted 2 minutes ago

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‘You called me your wife!’ I said. His eyes went wide. (I love his eyes. Green, the colour of mystery. They’re youthful and ancient at the same time, and oh, I could look into them for hours. Days. Decades.) ‘Am I, er, being a bit presumptuous…? And, er, totally unrelated, do you happen to have your diary on you…?’ I chuckled. ‘It’s all right, I think we’re on the same page. I just meant, you called me your wife. So, for you – as well as for me – that’s already happened.’ He visibly relaxed.

River and the Doctor work out where they are in each other’s timelines (from The Legends of River Song: Suspicious Minds by Jacqueline Rayner)

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The Doctor winked at something that must have been a camera, and suddenly, the night lifted entirely, and suddenly we were in a perfect, golden dawn, in a meadow, next to the empty bridge, wildflowers everywhere and the warm sun on our necks. ‘Picnic?’ After we’d eaten, he lay back, sighing in contentment, his head in my lap, and started pointing out the inconsistencies in the sky system. I could have mentioned that he was criticising a replica of a wholly imaginary atmosphere, but I don’t think he’d have cared. Then he stopped in mid-flow and reached up, one of his fingers – they seem, through every iteration, to stay abnormally long; Time Lord fingers are always a dead giveaway – twirling up through the curls in my hair. ‘What are you thinking about?’ he said. ‘You look sad. I hate sad. It makes me itchy.’ I looked down at him. ‘I know,’ I said, and I stroked his cheek. ‘It’s nothing.’ ‘But you should still tell me, River-Runs-Deep. Shouldn’t you? Should you? Is this one of those things I always get wrong, like flowers are GOOD presents and trees are NOT GOOD presents? Mystery of the Universe right there.’ ‘Mystery of the Universe,’ I said, breathing out and trying to let go of the idea of that extraordinary thing I yearned for; life that remakes life on and on and on. That no matter what the science tells you, the fact that something alive can grow inside you, something brand new and unique – even though it is made of the same mix of stardust and honey and hope as everything else that ever lived – is a mystery; that every baby is a piece of magic.

River and the Doctor’s Picnic at Asgard (The Legends of River Song by Jenny Colgan)

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‘Look, there’s something… something I need to ask you, and I don’t even know if it’s theoretically possible, and it’s not even about you… probably… but if you thought no I need to see how that feels, and if it’s yes I’d need to see how that feels, but I just need to ask, just once, and I have no one else to ask and… Do you think one day… I mean… I mean, one time. Do you think we… I… I might… do you think I might ever…’

River’s interior monologue where she contemplates asking the Doctor about children (from The Legends of River Song: Picnic at Asgard by Jenny Colgan)

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‘Who did this?’ he demanded. ‘Who? Because people work really hard for their holidays, and you’re just… you’re just spoiling everything.’ He stalked the hordes. ‘Have you any idea how much we need a holiday? I’m travelling the universe and she’s in PRISON.’ Everyone stared at me and I pretended to be very busy and distracted. ‘… and I bet you all have the same thing. Just one day. To get away from your normal routine. To remember how much you love your family. To escape that feeling that everything is collapsing around your feet. And then it collapsed around your feet.'

The Eleventh Doctor in The Legends of River Song: Picnic at Asgard by Jenny Colgan 

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And [the child] broke down again, and the Doctor ruffled his hair. Oh, and then it hit me like a rock in the guts. Not that it was any business of mine. But that was what he would be like as a father. And what do I know? Maybe he does it already. Maybe they’re out there and he turns up every morning to breakfast. Maybe he zips back in time and tucks them in every single night, a little millisecond late here or there from some tight spot; different face sometimes; they never mind. Maybe he’s their funny uncle. Maybe they are legion, woven across the sky; or maybe he has peered into every dark corner of the universe and decided he could never be so cruel as to bring an innocent life into it. Who knows, maybe some of them are mine. Although you’d think he’d have mentioned it.

River contemplates the Doctor as a father (from The Legends of River Song: Picnic at Asgard by Jenny Colgan)

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