A/N: I've been reading teasers for "The Name of The Doctor" and I've been coming up with some theories for some of these teasers. After I typed them out, I was like, "Hot damn, I should just make them into vignettes," and tada! The title of the collection is poking fun at the cliché about "just running with an idea," but it's also a bit of a play on, "You watch us run!" So, here is your official spoiler (or rather, teaser) warning! Do not read if you do not want to be teased! The first vignette is based on a teaser from Blogtor Who last Saturday. (Look them up if you want to know which one. I don't want to spoil it by telling you at the top. :P) Also, each of these chapters are standalones, so it's not as if they're all meant to take place consecutively. They're just individual "what if?" ideas that were too small to be individual stories.

Running With It

Our Time Runs Out

It was the first time he'd seen her since The Library; the only time he'd ever seen her out-of-the-flesh. But she looked so real, his River Song, the summation of all her thoughts and memories and adventures that they'd share and, for him, had yet to share. The soul was a nice thought, but the universe didn't have them. Time Lords, however, had managed to find a way to make the next best thing—The Matrix—and that's what he'd tried to do for his beloved.

"You know what you have to do," River told him. She looked corporeal, but every now and then, much like the entire time he'd loved her, she'd flicker in and out of existence.

"You were supposed to be s – safe," The Doctor choked. "I saved you!" He never imagined that the Great Intelligence would be able to hack CAL's data core and download a copy of River's memory file; a file that they would then use to trick and trap his former companions with, irrevocably corrupting the original in the process.

"I sacrificed myself to save you and every soul in The Library. Today – today – today," she said, her voice glitching as her file flickered in and out, "a part of me – me – me almost spelt the end for so many innocent lives – lives that you love. I – I – I can't continue to exist as a threat. I refuse to! I am done being used for the bidding of others." Holographic tears flickered down her cheeks. "Husband, I have a request: I'm dying and it's not your fault, but I can't bear it another day. Please…help me. There isn't another way."

The Doctor closed the gap between them and lifted his hand to River's cheek. He felt nothing, no coolness, no warmth.

The image of her face flickered against his palm and River inclined her head, as if trying to feel the warmth from his fingertips.

"I'll suffer," he whispered, his voice so low it was nearly inaudible.

"I know."

"More than any living thing."

"I. Know."

"And I can't let you die without knowing you are loved…and by no one more than me."

River lifted her hand to his neck, where he wore a purple bowtie. It wasn't hers. "Clip-ons," she said like satin, "they don't suit you." She attempted to touch it, but her fingers slipped through the fabric, causing her whole body to flash in and out once more.

The Doctor lifted his hand to his neck and peeled off the clip-on, then he dipped his hand into a concealed bigger-on-the-inside inner breast pocket of his coat and retrieved a long strip of blue fabric, entwined around a sonic screwdriver with a blue node.

River gasped, recognizing the sonic screwdriver that her beloved used in his tenth incarnation, the one she'd picnicked in Asgard with, who she'd last seen in person; the one who didn't know her. It was different though, larger, but it didn't yet have the dampers. "You've been designing a – a new…a new screwdriver," she said, though it was impossible to tell if the glitch was that of the CAL's system or her own.

The Doctor wrapped the bowtie under his collar and secured it into its traditional fashion at the base of his throat. He then pointed the screwdriver at his wife and the blue node turned red. "We'll have seconds."

River nodded. "I know, Sweetie."

The Doctor felt his weakness exploding down his cheeks. "I'll make it a good one."

"You better."

The sonic buzzed and a red wash fell across River's hologram, temporarily stabilizing her program and corporatizing her. She leaned in, her fingers grasping the edges of the bowtie one last time and straightening it for him as their lips touched and light exploded between them.