First of all, I apologise for taking so long to post this. Here's part two of River's View, a feature that charts a story part from the eyes of River Song.
"What's wrong with it?" I ask, approaching the Doctor.
"There's a signal coming from somewhere interfering with it." he replies, studying his screwdriver.
"Use the red settings." I instruct.
"It doesn't have a red setting." The Doctor objects.
"Well, use the dampers."
"It doesn't have "dampers!"
"It will do one day." I retort.
The Doctor stands. "So sometime in the future I just give you my screwdriver." he asks incredulously.
"Yeah."
"Why would I do that?
"I didn't pluck it from your cold dead hands if that's what you're worried about." I assure him.
"And I know that because...?"
"Listen to me, you've lost your friend—you're angry, I understand. But you need to be less emotional, Doctor. Right now—"
"Less emotion— I'm not emotional!"
"There are five people in this room still alive! Focus on that. Dear god, you're hard work young." I snap.
"Young— Who are you?!" the Doctor demands.
"Oh for heaven's sake! Look at the pair of you." Lux breaks in. "We're all going to die right here and you're just squabbling like an old married couple!"
The Doctor and I stare at each other. "Doctor. One day I'm going to be someone that you trust. Completely. But I can't wait for you to find that out. So I'm going to prove it to you. And I'm sorry. I'm really very sorry." Carefully, I lean forward and whisper a word in his ear. His name. He stares at me. "Are we good? Doctor. Are we good?"
He nods once, still speechless. "Yeah, we're good."
"There's a signal coming from somewhere interfering with it." he replies, studying his screwdriver.
"Use the red settings." I instruct.
"It doesn't have a red setting." The Doctor objects.
"Well, use the dampers."
"It doesn't have "dampers!"
"It will do one day." I retort.
The Doctor stands. "So sometime in the future I just give you my screwdriver." he asks incredulously.
"Yeah."
"Why would I do that?
"I didn't pluck it from your cold dead hands if that's what you're worried about." I assure him.
"And I know that because...?"
"Listen to me, you've lost your friend—you're angry, I understand. But you need to be less emotional, Doctor. Right now—"
"Less emotion— I'm not emotional!"
"There are five people in this room still alive! Focus on that. Dear god, you're hard work young." I snap.
"Young— Who are you?!" the Doctor demands.
"Oh for heaven's sake! Look at the pair of you." Lux breaks in. "We're all going to die right here and you're just squabbling like an old married couple!"
The Doctor and I stare at each other. "Doctor. One day I'm going to be someone that you trust. Completely. But I can't wait for you to find that out. So I'm going to prove it to you. And I'm sorry. I'm really very sorry." Carefully, I lean forward and whisper a word in his ear. His name. He stares at me. "Are we good? Doctor. Are we good?"
He nods once, still speechless. "Yeah, we're good."
Again, sorry this took so long in the posting.
DoctorWhoDragon will be posting The Time of Angels soon.
L Bunting
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