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forever is the sweetest con (Doctor Who; Eleven/River, Amy/Rory, Eleven + Ponds; 4,700 words) - River drops in during the Doctor’s year with the Ponds in “The Power of Three.”
River pops away from high stakes danger into the Ponds’ lounge to discover Amy, Rory, and the Doctor in the middle of movie night.
“Evening, my lovelies,” she says, taking off a leather jacket covered in some glowing multicolored slime: very tye-dye T-shirt minus the T-shirt. She traipses over to hang it up by the door, carefully not letting any of the slimy bits touch the wall. (There’s such a thing as courtesy, even at a house that’s a bit yours.) “Look at you three--oh, you four--” She pats the TARDIS, which is parked behind the sofa, “being all domestic. It’s adorable.”
She’s glad to see she’s wound up right where and when she meant to; time travel does get so precarious when you’re seconds away from being drowned in colorful slime on one side of it. But here she is, right where she left them all: Amy and Rory, really settling into their lives at last, and the Doctor, trying to want to settle too, never mind the sheer impossibility.
“River!” The Doctor’s face goes incandescent with excitement as she saunters back into the room. “Fancy seeing you here, my darling. Be a pity if you brought a whirlwind of chaos to our nice boring night sitting on the sofa for hours and hours and hours staring at a rectangle. A pity if maybe you, for example, exploded something.” He jerks his head deliberately toward the kitchen.
