Hello! This is very much a Eleven x River fic. It is also a work in progress. So please bear with me :)
A good portion of the upcoming chapters will be written as pages from River's Diary; hence the italics. Also, I'm changing the rating from T to M, particularly for one future chapter. (It's necessary for plot development.)
Oh, yes. Now I may reference things like crazy, but I do not own anything. Characters and other things that were mentioned in the show itself are not mine and nor do I claim ownership of them. Merci!
Hope you enjoy this one!
Geronimo!

Ch. 1: Something Borrowed, Something Blue

"There you are Doctor." said Clara, instinctively stroking the book spines as she entered into the TARDIS' library.

The Doctor was sitting on a lounge chair reading a tattered blue-covered book. Looking up over his round spectacles he gave her a half smile from the corner of his mouth.

"Whatcha ya reading? I don't think I've seen this one in here before." She perched on the arm of his chair.

"I borrowed it from the largest library in the universe. I've been meaning to read it for a while now." He affectionately placed a hand over top its pages.

"It looks really old. What's it about? 'Love me a good classic!"

"It follows an archaeologist who searches the cosmos for a good wizard and the adventures they inevitably shared." His gaze was lost.

Clara knitted her brow at the Doctor. She knew him well enough to understand that there was more to this than he was letting on. Her face softened when she came to the realization: "Doctor," she began "it's okay if you still find it hard to say goodbye."

He looked up at Clara once more, the pain evident in his old eyes. His bottom lip scrunched as he held back the emotion. "We never met in the right order." He said blankly.

Clara placed a hand on his shoulder. "And that's her account of your stories together." She finished, nodding to the diary in his hands. "Well, then. I'll leave you two to catch up." She placed a gentle kiss on his forehead and saw herself out of the library.

The Doctor watched Clara leave before returning his focus to the blue book. He gently turned the pages scanning its contents. Near the end he spotted the title: Darillium. The Doctor's hearts sank and a knot formed within his throat. He gently nudged the frame of his glasses up the bridge of his nose and swallowed deeply to prepare for the journey ahead.