The Doctor practically leapt out of his skin at the sudden voice behind him. Not that he was afraid of River Song. Who could really be afraid of River Song? She was just an archeologist, and he hated archeologists, didn't fear them. No, she was just this big-haired, know-it all archeologist who showed up at the wrong time. No, his emotions towards River Song were much more complex. Much more complex and, yes, involved some amount of fear.
In all actuality, his fear for River Song was threefold. Firstly, she had met him in the wrong order, which meant now was the past for her, and she had no idea that she had died in her future and his past. She had died to save him. Secondly, she knew his future. And thirdly, she knew his name. There was only one time he would ever have told his name to anyone, anywhere. How could a big-haired archeologist have mattered so much to him? He didn't even know her.
He regained composure as quickly as possible, leaping up to his feet.
"Professor River Song," he said, stuffing his hands in his pockets. His voice added: See, I know who you are this time. Though, he imagined, she wouldn't know that. This was her past.
"Is this another archeological dig for you, because it seems a bit too fresh."
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Date: 2019-07-03 08:09 pm (UTC)The Doctor practically leapt out of his skin at the sudden voice behind him. Not that he was afraid of River Song. Who could really be afraid of River Song? She was just an archeologist, and he hated archeologists, didn't fear them. No, she was just this big-haired, know-it all archeologist who showed up at the wrong time. No, his emotions towards River Song were much more complex. Much more complex and, yes, involved some amount of fear.
In all actuality, his fear for River Song was threefold. Firstly, she had met him in the wrong order, which meant now was the past for her, and she had no idea that she had died in her future and his past. She had died to save him. Secondly, she knew his future. And thirdly, she knew his name. There was only one time he would ever have told his name to anyone, anywhere. How could a big-haired archeologist have mattered so much to him? He didn't even know her.
He regained composure as quickly as possible, leaping up to his feet.
"Professor River Song," he said, stuffing his hands in his pockets. His voice added: See, I know who you are this time. Though, he imagined, she wouldn't know that. This was her past.
"Is this another archeological dig for you, because it seems a bit too fresh."