This idea has been bouncing around my head since I watched the reveal on Saturday but I've literally had NO time to write it down! Basically I felt REALLY sorry for Rory (who has grown on me a lot over this series, especially since 'The Rebel Flesh') because everyone seemed to be forgetting that the baby was his as well and just concentrating on Amy.

Anyway, I hope you like it. Feel free to let me know! In fact, please let me know. I love reviews!

Please? :D

The Doctor had left without any kind of explanations, leaving them up to her. River hadn't really known how to go about telling her parents that she was, in fact, Melody Pond. Her mother hadn't been eager to listen to any kind of explanations and, although she'd been pointing a gun at her, River knew that Amy would never shoot. That wasn't even a thought that had passed through her daughter's mind. She just smiled, pretending to be calmer than she was, and told them pressing the prayer leaf into the woman's hand.

Rory and Amy clearly hadn't known what to think as the news sank in and the woman didn't blame them. Had she been in their shoes she would definitely not have been as calm as they were. Actually, they weren't calm at all. Amy was in denial. She had backed away from her daughter, shaking her head and muttering about River being a liar. When Rory had taken a hesitant step towards the woman, Amy had grasped at his arm, staring at him as though his action had betrayed her and their daughter. The confusion was clear in his eyes as he struggled to understand the sudden rush of feelings that had coursed through him. It was almost as though the emotions had already been there; lurking and waiting for the words that he subconsciously knew were coming before exploding into prominence.

River had stayed silent, letting them come to terms with the knowledge in their own time. She hadn't even flinched when Amy shouted at her; screaming in her face, calling her a liar. Neither had she let the reassuring smile slip from her face. In her head she was concentrating on the memories that had got her through so many tough times in her difficult life so far. River knew better than most that the bad times would pass; for Rory and Amy at least.

Patiently, she had waited until Amy had stopped shouting and dissolved into tears, leaning on her husband for support. Then she'd stepped forwards and laid an arm on her mother's, telling her without words that it was alright. With streaming eyes the red-head had gazed at her before burying her head in Rory's chest once more. That brief moment of eye contact was all River had wanted. It told her that her mother was coming round.

Then she did as the Doctor commanded, first returning Madame Vastra and Jenny to Victorian London, before taking her parents back to their flat in 2011.

"Why couldn't you tell us?" Rory asked when he had finally persuaded Amy to calm down. He'd taken his wife to bed and waited until she'd fallen into a deep, uneasy sleep. It didn't take long, because she was totally exhausted by the events of the day. Before returning to face River, who was waiting in the kitchen, he went into the bathroom. Washing his face with cold water, he gazed at his reflection wearily. Things were never easy with the Doctor. But finding out that his friend, one of the people he trusted with everything, was actually his daughter was in a whole new field. If that was difficult enough, the fact that she was older than they were made things even more complicated. Pulling himself together, realising that none of that mattered in the end, he made his way back to her.

River had waited for Rory's return patiently, understanding that at the moment her mother wasn't ready to see her for who she was. The woman sighed deeply, the breath rattling through her lungs as the emotions she was feeling took over. They mingled and merged in her eyes, clearly visible to her father as he watched her. Nervously, he stepped forwards biting his lip and horribly aware that his eyes were burning with tears as he opened his arms to River. Twice in one day when he'd needed to stay cool he'd failed miserably. But she, too, seemed nervous as she moved into them, wrapping her arms around his back and letting him hold her close.

She closed her eyes tightly, breathing in the smell of his aftershave, committing it to her memory – the way he'd smelled on the day everything changed between them. Rory knew that River wasn't going to answer his question and she knew that he knew, but it didn't matter. He'd accepted her and that was all that they cared about at the moment.

"R– Dad…" River said, suddenly, her head nestled against his neck. Then she stopped, wondering whether it was a step too far. Maybe she'd pushed him too far, too soon. "Rory."

"No… Dad… it-it's fine." He said nodding slightly and not looking entirely as though he knew whether it was fine or not. She smiled weakly, hearing the hesitation in his voice.

"I'm sorry…" She murmured.

Rory pulled away from her, confusion written all over his face as he looked into hers. "Sorry? F–For what?"

"I'm just sorry… I'm sorry for spoilers." She said, sighing once more. "I'm sorry for all the things that you're going to find out about me; things that you probably won't like at all."

The man laughed and moved so that he was holding River at arm's length, stooping slightly so that he was looking directly into her eyes. "Whatever I find out about you from now on won't come close to ruining what I found out about you tonight, alright? You are River Song… Melody Williams… Melody Pond… Whoever you are, whatever your name is, you're my daughter."

River sighed and smiled; a smile that lit up her whole face. Then she whirled around and danced around the kitchen, happiness swelling her heart and making her feel as though she was walking on clouds. Rory smiled fondly as he watched her putting the kettle on and making two mugs of tea, apparently at home in the Pond's small flat already.

"River… how long have you known… you know?" He asked hesitantly, wondering whether he'd get a proper answer. She didn't turn to face him, but she stopped what she was doing, leaning heavily on the counter. Not that her father could see, but her eyes were closed tightly and she was taking steadying breaths.

"Long enough." River replied quietly, almost reluctantly. "Too long, perhaps."

Rory could tell that she didn't want to talk about that particular subject and he didn't want to hurt her anymore. "So… you and the Doctor?"

She turned, her eyes twinkling at the mention of the man that was everything to her. Her happiness was infectious and Rory grinned at the look on her face. River didn't know where to begin trying to explain everything that the Doctor was, had been and would be to her. She also didn't want to tell him some of the things that they'd got up to because after all Rory was her father!

"He's… amazing." She breathed after a moment or two while she thought about what to say. "He found me and convinced me that I didn't have to be the person that everyone told me I should be. He gave me back my hope and he told me that I'd given him back his. Now I think I know what he meant; he was talking about today at Demon's Run. I ripped him apart when he was at his lowest and then I gave him the building blocks to build himself back up; I gave him hope that everything would be alright. And it will, I promise you. The Doctor will find your little girl and he will bring her home to you."

"You are home." Rory said, reaching out and laying a hand on her arm. River smiled weakly, sadness creeping into her eyes.

"Yes, I know. But I'm not your little girl, am I? Not now. And, for one thing, mum would much prefer the younger me, wouldn't she?"

"Oh… Amy will get over it." Rory said offhandedly, shrugging at his daughter. He didn't look totally convinced and neither was she. River laughed. "She will! She's just… tired."

"It's alright." The woman assured him, taking a sip of tea. "I've had plenty of time with you and you have lots of good things to come. I promise."

"I believe you." Rory said nodding. Then he grimaced as a thought entered his head. He was remembering several moments between the Doctor and River. Now that he knew who the woman was, the exchanges took on a whole new significance in his mind. And he couldn't say that he liked them much. "I just have one little request… can you try and tone down the flirting? I do not need to hear that my daughter is 'quite the screamer' and I definitely don't need to know anything about handcuffs or about you and two Doctors. Agreed?"

River just laughed.