Lessons in flying [for songofsong]

[bowtimeandspace]

"No no no! Not that one, that one will rip a hole in 1975. Zig zag plotter, Toby, zig zag plotter!"

"Dad, I've got it. Okay? It's cool, yeah? Just chill."

The Doctor was teaching his son to fly the TARDIS. Well, teaching him to fly it on his own. It was nerve wracking, and though, in so many ways, he was superb at it, there was always the chance

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[songofsong]

The tumultuous rumbles and crashes of the everlasting bad weather raged around Stormcage. The long dark corridors were lit by only a few strips of harsh lighting, disappearing into shadows as they wound on. The lightning crashed loudly outside the barred windows, throwing River Song's dank cell into sudden brightness, highlighting the grim state of her surroundings.

But River was sat upon her bed, back to the pillow and her knees bent. Her diary was open in her lap and she was hurriedly writing her last adventures with the Doctor, desperate to get down every last detail before she lost it to the haze of day to day memories. She had only just concluded the moment they had begun sprinting down the long shimmering caverns of the Eternally Crooked Mountains when she heard that familiar sound breeze through the cell.

She quickly looked up to see the old police box materialised in the middle of her cell. Her mouth fell open in a stunned smile, unable to believe her luck.

"Twice in one night? Really, Doct

[bowtimeandspace]

Falling out, the Doctor lifted himself off his son's squashed body. He looked up, seeing River look back at them with that look on her face.

"Ow!" came Toby's muffled voice, crumpled on the floor. "Da--" he started, but the Doctor 'carefully' pushed his foot against his son's stomach. "--octor!" Toby concluded.

The Doctor had a ridiculous grin on his face, one that luckily, River wasn't yet old enough to know was masking nerves, or a lie.

"Hello dear," he said, tugging down on the edges of his waistcoat.

[songofsong]

River watched with some amusement as her gangly-limbed husband wobbled back to his feet, apparently trying to save face.

"Hello, sweetie," she said, smiling at him with clear enjoyment at being treated to another adventure so soon. She then glanced down to where the young man on the floor was grumbling in discomfort. "Friend of yours?" she asked succinctly.

[bowtimeandspace]

"Friend? What? Oh yes! Friend! That's what he is. This is my friend. He's my friend now. My friend To-m. Tom, yes. Tom my friend. Get up and say hello to River, Tom."

Toby stood up, looking at his dad and rubbing his head.

"Hey," he said.

"Still!" the Doctor said, clapping his hands together. "Can't stay. Made a wrong turn at Venus. You know how it is. Must be off."