Another Song Begins [for bowtimeandspace]

[songofsong]

With Charlotte, Ella and Joshua tucked up in bed, River Song made her way to the bedroom door. She smiled as she looked over her sleeping children, making sure they were still and content before she went to turn off the light. Her fingers flicked the switch, but the light remained on. Frowning in bemusement, she tried the switch again. Still

Comments

[bowtimeandspace]

River Song was dead

[songofsong]

Dave wasn't happy.

He and River had had their first big argument.

Not that they were a couple. But people didn't have to be couples to have arguments.

It had all kicked off when Dave complained that the batty old Mrs Norris around the corner had almost run into him with her car. River had barely looked up from her book when he ranted and her only comment had been that it hardly mattered, she wasn't real and nobody could die here.

It had sparked off a heated discussion about her not allowing anybody to even try to have a second chance and him being foolish enough to pretend that they could have some kind of life here.

It had ended with River storming off and shutting herself up in her study like she always did. Dave had never been in there, River wouldn't let him in.

Always with her secrets.

She had them before and she still had them now.

Later, Dave had found her and apologised. River had promised to try harder and gave their life here another try.

That night was the first time River kissed Dave.

[bowtimeandspace]

After the event with the Vashda Nerada the Felman Lux Corperation had seen to it that the Library had been completely shut down. CAL had been kept running, of course, as it would always be, but the planet was off limits, and so much so that it had a laser perimeter set around it. It couldn't be crossed, not even by a member of the Lux family themselves

[songofsong]

The hour was late and River was working quietly in her study. The door was closed to give her her privacy. Dave still never came in here and that was the way she preferred it. She needed her own space and he understood that.

Every moment in here, she spent time researching the computer they now lived in, finding out what exactly they were made of and if it was ever possible to get in here.

She had been doing it less and less in the recent works. Rather than losing herself to hours of work, she'd taken the children to the park, she'd gone to the cinema with Dave, she'd even taken a trip to the local university to investigate their archeology department.

Tonight was the first night in weeks that she'd sat in her study, but she ignored the books and diagrams around her, each describing and deconstructing the computer matrix. Tonight, she simply sat in there, reading her diary, thinking about the Doctor, her son and her parents. As much as she was trying to make a life here, she never wanted to forget the family she had lost.