AN: okay so this is set after season six. The only thing I have to say is that all the ships that were in the series, remain together. I can't promise that I won't add any romance, but I am not going to break up the ships that were previously established.

The Doctor was interrupted from his work by the incessant ringing of the TARDIS phone. He knew exactly who it was without even looking at the caller ID. Only one person could be calling straight to the TARDIS, seeing as he had rerouted all other calls to her phone. Talk about marrying your secretary. Or maybe it was him turning his wife into a secretary, he wasn't sure which. That was the problem with traveling through time. You never knew what event went where. The phone rang again, shaking him from his thoughts. The Doctor grinned and picked it up.

"Hello Sweetie," her familiar voice came over the phone before he even had the chance to speak. He missed that voice. It had been a while since they had last met; at least, it had been for him. He had no idea what point of her timeline she was calling from. "It's getting really boring in this cell. If you don't come and pick me up, I might have to resort to using my hallucinogenic lipstick. Assuming you know why I'm locked up, you really wouldn't want me to do that." Apparently it had been a long time for her as well. At least he now knew that she knew they were married. Time was so confusing, especially if you keep meeting in the wrong order. He hoped that she was bluffing about the lipstick, but with her, he could never be sure.

"River, I am in the middle of a very important project. "He smiled "I'll come and get you when I'm done. Hopefully I'll get there soon, but if I am a little late, try not to make out with anyone"

She told him the date and time from which she was calling, and with that, she hung up. The Doctor got back to work, rigorously pressing buttons, turning knobs, and fusing wires together. Half an hour later, he shouted "Got it!" not really sure who he was talking to. He ran excitedly to the console of the TARDIS and pressed a small rectangular button. Music blared from all around him. He smiled at his work, and went to pick up River.

River sat on the cot, staring blankly through the bars of the storm cage. Boredom. That was what you got for marrying the Doctor. Sure, he claimed that it was her fault for ending up locked up for the rest of eternity. After all, she had been the one that killed him. But the Doctor didn't understand. If River hadn't married him, she would never have had to kill him. She would have let time rip itself apart, never touching him. She was locked up because she loved him, waiting forever for him, and living for the small amount of time she spent with him. It was never enough, especially when he was more than three hours late to pick her up. She closed her eyes and leaned back against the wall. She missed the days when she could just press a button on her vortex manipulator and transport herself out of the cell to go see him. Ever since she had created the alternate timeline where every moment in history was all mashed into April 22, 2011 at 5:02 pm, it had been broken. She would have to remember to have the Doctor fix it, because now her only way of seeing him was to call him up and beg him to bail her out. She thought about using her hallucinogenic lipstick, but decided against it. The Doctor would arrive soon… She hoped.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the TARDIS materialisng next to her. Her eyes fluttered open and she stood up excitedly. The blue box flashed in and out of existence as she rushed to stand across from what appeared to be the door, fixing her hair as she went. The Doctor was here, just as he said. The TARDIS finally solidified completely, and after a few seconds, the door opened. He stepped out, wearing his usual grin, and a bright purple bowtie, his hair askew and all over the place. River took a step closer to him, chuckling under her breath at how eccentric he looked.

"Hello Sweetie" she said in her best attempt at a sexy voice, but it came out sounding just as it always sounded. She cracked a smile and, he smoothed down his hair, suddenly becoming conscious that he looked a mess.

"You look absurd!" River laughed, reading his thoughts. "And, what, would posses you to wear that bowtie? It is so bright it could be seen from space!"

She walked up to him and began untying the bowtie flirtatiously. He protested, moving her hands away playfully, but she got it untied. He started to say something clever, like "Bowties are cool!" but it came out as a mumble of sorts due to the fact that she pulled on the two ends of the bowtie, bringing him down to her level, and pressed her lips to his. The Doctor stood still for a moment, debating whether he should give into temptation. He knew they would both end up getting hurt in the end, but he told himself he was doing it to make up for what a horrible life she had had. Although he knew that wasn't the real reason, he gave up the argument about his choice of neck ties and kissed her back, his arms wrapping around her, pulling her closer. River made a mental note to use this strategy to get him to stop talking as she tangled her fingers in his long hair and deepened the kiss, pushing him up against the TARDIS.

They were interrupted by a weak cough coming from behind River. They reluctantly broke apart, and looked to see who it was. Standing outside of the cage, looking through the bars, was a guard with a look of utter surprise plastered onto his face. The Doctor's face turned red as he stepped behind the TARDIS, trying to hide himself. River realized that the guard thought the Doctor was dead and quickly pulled out a vial of golden-yellow dust from her belt. She poured a little into her hand, and said "sleep tight" as she blew it onto the guard. The guard collapsed onto the floor in a heap.
River dragged the still red-faced Doctor into the TARDIS, explaining that the powder would wipe his short term memories so that he would not remember ever having seen the Doctor.

Once inside the TARDIS, the Doctor, now back to his normal skin tone, started pulling levers and pressing buttons. The sound of the TARDIS dematerializing could be heard as he flew them out of the Storm Cage, all the while, River commenting on how horrible his flying skills were.
"Leadworth 2014" the Doctor announced as he pulled a lever and made the TARDIS materialize. He waited for her to go outside, but she stood there with her arms crossed, not budging.

"You brought me to see my parents?" she asked, clearly annoyed that he had the audacity to ruin what she had assumed was a date. She cursed under her breath, realizing that she had given them a sort of tracking device to let them know when she came into town.
"Sorry! It was the first place that came to my mind!"

"Fine, but we are not going to see them just yet" She sat down on the steps leading up to the console indignantly. She knew they would show up soon enough anyway. "Besides, knowing you, we probably ended nowhere near Leadworth." The Doctor detected a trace of hope in her voice, but he pretended not to.

"Now, first things first" he said as he sat down next to her. He pulled his blue TARDIS notebook out of his small jacket pocket. River couldn't help but smirk. Of course his pockets were bigger on the inside. She pulled out her own matching notebook and they compared stories.

Although River had not yet been through many of the adventures the Doctor had named, and vice versa, they amazingly both knew about their wedding. River feared the day when he didn't know that they were married. It would become so much more complicated then.

They sat around in the TARDIS talking, not really wanting to leave for fear of running into the Ponds.

"Out of curiosity, what was it that you were working on when I called? I hope it was something important, because you were three hours late to pick me up. I was beginning to think that you wanted me to make out with the guard on duty." River said

"No," he chuckled a little too quickly." It was definitely worth it. Inter-Galactic Radio. Now I can play any music from anywhere in the galaxy whenever I want!"

River rolled her eyes. "Oh great! My husband was late to pick me up because he wanted free reign over all the music of the universe!"

The Doctor grinned cheekily as he stood up and brought her over to the console. He made a dramatic presentation of pressing the small rectangular button, and looked very excited when a slow song came on. He held out his hand cheesily and asked "Would you like to dance?" River lifted one eyebrow in a quizzical look, but obliged and took his outstretched arm. (AN: No, I am not bringing back the dancing metaphor from The Empty Child/The Doctor Dances, this is just my way of bringing out the Doctor's childish personality) She missed spending time with the Doctor. He couldn't come to see her much anymore due to the fact that everyone thought he was dead. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer.

"Now, where were we?"

Before he could answer, they heard an obnoxious, loud knocking on the TARDIS door. River mumbled something about never getting any time alone as the Doctor, happy to get away from his desire to snog her right there, rushed excitedly to the door. For a 1186 year old, he could be such a little kid. He had the door knob halfway turned before River had cut in front of him.

"There are only three people other than yourself that know you are alive, and I hardly doubt my parents would knock" She removed his hand from the door, and dragged him over to the console, pulling up a picture on the monitor. The Doctor's face paled when he saw what was on the screen. River glanced over to find herself almost as surprised as the Doctor. Based on his reaction, she had been expecting to see a dalek, or some cybermen, or maybe even an irate ginger and roman, but when she looked at the screen, all she saw was the Doctor. The Ninth incarnation of the Doctor. And behind him stood four people in long robes. Her Doctor whispered one word and she knew it was all over.

"Time Lords."

Yay! First chapter done!, I am completely open to criticism. As you have probably figured out by now, I am not British, so if I misused any British words or spelled them wrong or if something doesn't make sense plot wise, or even if I have a grammar mistake, tell me in a review and I will honestly go back and fix it. The next chapter will be up soon, because I hate when people leave cliff hangers, so I will try not to do that to you! Anyways, please review, it will really help me know what to fix!