Between The Lines of Her Little Blue Book

Getting used to being left in 5123 on an alien planet, in the best hospital in the universe run by The Sisters of the Infinite Schism was one thing. Realizing that the sisters were almost entirely made up of cat-people was something else entirely.

A brown tabby cat was currently taking a blood sample. She squirmed innerly- she had never quite gotten used to needles. They reminded her of nightmares of terrible things she only half remembered.

"Are you quite alright Ms. Song?" The nurse asked.

If she had imagined cats could talk- they would have sounded exactly like that in her mind. Planet of the Cats- she sighed.

"Just hate needles." She said honestly with a bit of a grimace. The nurse was now feeding the tubule of her blood into some unfamiliar gadget. When on Earth (or off of it she supposed) had The Doctor left her.

"Hrm...mostly human." The cat muttered, River looked up in surprise at the matter of fact tone the cat took with her. "Lots of inter-species dabbling these days Ms. Song, that's not unusual, in fact, I'd say you're rather more human that your average part-human." Noting the look on her face the cat spoke again "Not to fret, your records are kept entirely confidential." The cat walked away with her tail swaying slightly from under her uniform.

She looked up at the door, there was a seemingly human man standing by the door. "River Song?" He asked looking at his chart.

"Yes, I'm River Song." The name felt strange to her, she rolled it around her mouth trying to get used to it.

"I'm a psychologist, The sisters contacted me, I think you and I should have a little chat."

Great. A shrink. Exactly what she needed. She had found a doctor, but not the right kind.

Two weeks later River Song sat in Dr. Wexlar's office. She could barely believe that she was in therapy. They must really think she was crazy because she was seeing him on a weekly basis. In retrospect she probably should have left out most of her childhood.

"I'm telling you Dr. Wexlar, it happened exactly this way!" River insisted.

"You're from the 21st century and now you're stranded here? In the 52nd century?"

"Yes!" River said exasperated. She ran her left hand through her thicket of hair.

Dr Wexlar surveyed her over the top of his rimless glasses. He wordlessly reached into a his top drawer and pulling out a key, unlocked another compartment of his desk. He removed something highly resembling an e-reader. He cleared his throat.

"River, I'm going to have to ask you a few questions. Anything you say can and will be kept completely confidential and I urge you to answer the questions completely honestly."

She sighed, "Fine."

"Have you ever been employed as a time agent?"

"No."

"Have you recently had sexual relations with a Vortisaur?"

"A what?"

"Giant pterodactyl-thing?"

"No." River rolled her eyes.

"Have you ever used a vortex manipulator?"

"No." She found herself wondering what a vortex manipulator was and where she might get one.

"Do you have any memories that you cannot account for? Missing years? Strange senses of deja vu?"

"No. No gaps."

Dr. Wexlar frowned, "Well...these is one more possibility." He pushed a button near what must be some sort of printer. Took a sheet of paper from it and placed it in front of her.

"Have you ever met this man?" He asked quite seriously.

River looked at the sheet, prepared to once again answer no but her breath caught in her throat. It was not a picture of one man, but a picture of about a dozen- each with a different face. On the right top corner there was her Doctor looking impishly out at the camera.

"Yes! That's him right there!" She pointed.

"Calls himself The Doctor? Goes round in a little blue box?"

"Yes. I went with him- the TARDIS he called it."

Dr. Wexlar removed his rimless glasses and rubbed his temples briefly. All these time tenses were going to give him a headache.

"According to the best archaeologists at Luna University, you've had an encounter with a being known as a Gallifreyan or more colloquially a Time Lord. Research on him is still a bit spotty at best though."

Her fingers lingered along the page "All of these faces- are him?"

"Yes. There's only one of him. Last of his kind apparently."

She stared at the page, taking in the mystery that was this man. "Can I keep this?"

Dr. Wexlar sighed and handed her a violet-coloured pamphlet. It was entitled "So I Was Kidnapped and Raised by Aliens"

"So? Same time next week?" River said cheekily.

'River are you familiar with the music of the Ood? It's known to be quite therapeutic..."