make thee another self for love of me (6/6)

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Title: make the another self for love of me
Fandom/Pairing: Doctor Who, River/Doctor
Rating: M
Wordcount: 36,853
Warnings: human!AU
Summary: “I’m not getting any younger, am I? And I may never meet a man I want to spend the rest of my life with, let alone raise children with, and even if I do, well it’ll be too late. I’ve always wanted children. And I

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[tatea14]

Okay. So, for the last, oh, six hours? Six and a half? I've basically been sitting in front of the computer (in a seriously uncomfortable chair), eating chocolate and re-reading all your fic. Also hugging myself, blushing (lots), trying not to cry, failing in trying not to cry, yelling at the computer, and laughing. Really, there was an outrageous amount of laughing involved. Oh, and also being judged by my brother as he sits next to me and plays Borderlands, 'cause he's lame like that. So thanks for that (pulls face). But honestly, really thanks, because you- yes, you over there, Charina- are an amazing writer. To be honest, if you were much better, I'd likely be comatose right now. Your stories are just- beautiful, and hilarious, and maddening, and heartbreaking, and sexy, and adorable, and tragic, and achingly sweet, and addictive, and always and completely perfect. Everything that River and Theta, together, are (Theta is the Doctor's real name. This is my head!canon and I'm sticking to it). I'm terrible about reviewing (this is probably the only one I'll write for you, sorry), but I love all your stories. Especially this one. It's amazing. I love human!AU fics. They can have a happy ending in a way that regular fics, and real canon, just can't. Especially baby!fics. I adore the Doctor around kids, and River would be the most amazing Mum. But they're just too timey-wimey to ever have a kid. It just wouldn't work. It would be bad enough being all back-to-front with your wife, but with your child? It would destroy you. But I absolutely loved them in this. I loved Rory's and Amy's bet about the baby's gender. I loved Amy and her incessant teasing, her Scottishness, and her shipping of John and River. I loved John and River. I loved the ending, which was just so cute and Doctor-y I nearly cried. I loved River being all hormonal (milk) and horny, and her pregnancy cravings (fish fingers and custard are delicious), and her talking to the baby. I loved that she didn't think she was good enough for John, because honestly, that's probably how she'd feel. I loved John's attentiveness, his awkwardness, his childishness. I loved (and was insanely frustrated by) River's wanting John's feelings toward her to change, but their not needing to, because he loved her already. I loved the shout-out to Martha, and the bit in her office:
“Are you bloody kidding me River? Look at her - she’s perfect. Oh god, she can have your hair and your eyes and your - well, let’s be frank, your everything, I’m a train wreck. She’s going to be so beautiful. Our little girl, River. God I really hope she has your hair.”
I loved when John recorded the baby's heartbeat, and River's reaction when he bought the doppler. I loved the way that everything, down to the smallest detail was just so amazingly right- everything anyone did or said was so perfectly in character, I could see them doing it, or hear them saying it. I watched this story in my mind. John and River kissing, Amy being cross and Scottish, even River's livingroom- I saw it all, in my head, like a movie. It was probably the most involving experience I've had while reading anything, and I just loved all of it, ever.
Speaking of amazingness and loving your stories, I read a story of yours, either on LJ or fanfiction.net, called (I think) "can ever dissever my soul from your soul", about human River the ghost, and human John (Doctor) and how they fell in love. It was my favourite of your stories, but I've been looking for it for weeks and I can't find it. Did you delete it? I want very badly to read it again.
You, amazing, wonderful person, must write more fic. It is my drug, and I need new fic. I'm suffering withdrawal. And honestly, after "The Angels Take Manhattan", which I'm in denial over, I'm just not sure how much more I can take.
Anyway. I'll stop wasting your time and end my ranting lovefest here. But I do love you very, very much, you magnificent drug dealer. I made you a cookie, but I eated it, so have infinite mental cyber cookies instead?

I'm sorry for eating your cookie. Please don't stop writing fic as revenge. It would be most cruel of you.