New York to LeadworthHow did Melody Pond get from 1960's New York to 1990's Leadworth as a child?New York to Leadworth by Betawhofic
"Rory, Amy, I know where to find your daughter, and on my life she will be safe."
He could hear Amy and Rory protesting as he took down the forcefield and entered the Tardis. He stepped outside again, and looked back, at River, standing there, by his cradle.
His hearts swelled so much he couldn't contain his giddiness. He pointed at her, he couldn't believe it. He wanted to dance. He slammed the door.
He did dance, all the way up to the console. River, his River, was a Pond! A beautiful, glorious Pond!
And now with the information he'd gotten from the Church's databanks, and the DNA information he'd gotten from Dorium, he could track her.
The girl, the little girl, he knew he'd run across her again. His River. He did a little hop-skip step as he entered the coordinates for 1960's Earth, Florida.
That's where they'd taken her, must have been, the orphanage, but she'd got away. But now he could tra
She Was Most Beautiful When She Was UglyHe loved her best when she was ugly.She Was Most Beautiful When She Was Ugly by Betawhofic
River Song was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Always perfectly dressed, perfectly coifed, with perfect makeup. She was talented at it. And she knew she was beautiful, and she carried herself beautiful.
But she was most beautiful when she was ugly.
First thing in the morning was when he liked her best. When her hair was in all those strange and amazing configurations that only River’s hair could do. People with normal hair couldn’t have anything like the bad hair days River could.
So when she woke up in the mornings, with her hair looking like the Eiffel Tower, and a pillow crease on her cheek, all sleep flushed and satiny, with bright eyes that couldn’t quite seem to focus on him.
That’s when he loved her best. That’s when she was the most beautiful to him. No makeup, no sassy dialogue, just a fuzzy glower and hair like a brillo pad gone mad.
She was so wonderful that he’d fall out of bed laughing,