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Part 3 of The Adventures of River Song
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2015-10-04
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2015-11-01
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River Song and the Fall of the Silence Part I

Summary:

When her fiance, known as the Doctor, goes missing just before their wedding, archeologically professor and adventurer River Song must go out in search of him.

But the Doctor's in for the run of his life as his mother's past and his future come to haunt him. He only knows one thing, though. Silence will fall when the question is asked.

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England, 1937

 

Nothing could go wrong today.

Well, apart from him arriving to the chapel late, but honestly, all the guests probably expected that anyway.

Other than that, everything was perfect. The sun was shining, the sky was clear, the birds were singing. It was every cliché in the book.

It was absolutely the most wonderful day to marry River Song.

The Doctor twirled back and forth in front of the mirror, preening at himself. The twin coat tails of his dress jacket swished around to his satisfaction. He perhaps overdressed a bit for the occasion, and would no doubt be mocked by his soon to be mother-in-law Amy for looking so ridiculous, but frankly he didn’t care one bit.

Because now, after everything, after all that time spent apart, after all the heartbreak and love and trauma and joy and the occasional ancient biomechanical dragon trying to kill all, he was finally marrying the woman he loved since he was a teenager.

That and he never could resist the chance to dress up.

He had been living with River already for about a year now. Mostly as he didn’t have anywhere else to go since his old home was now a burnt husk on the side of the Himalayas. Not that he was complaining. Living with River was absolute dream. Sure, there wasn’t an argument he won, but really he couldn’t much mind that. River looked pretty damn sexy when smug.

But there was something about the idea of being married, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on, that felt like a new level of bliss. He kept the feeling to himself, though. He knew River would call him a sappy idiot if he ever told her.

A creaking from across the house pulled him out of his musing, the sound of a door opening.

Except he was home alone.

“Hello?” he shouted as went to investigate, “River? Is that you?”

No reply.

He checked both the front and back door. Both locked.

Could something have-?

No. No, he was just being paranoid. That’s all. Always looking over his shoulder. He couldn’t help it, his mother had drilled that into him for as long as he could remember. Never knew why.

God, he wished she could’ve been here for today.

He went back to the mirror picking up the last thing he needed, his top hat, and dramatically flipping it onto his head with a grin.

No, there was absolutely nothing that could ruin this day.