A Romantic Evening || River and Eleven 

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The Doctor tried to peek over her shoulder at the map, but all he saw was squiggles and a mess of shapes and words.  Right before he was about to give up, River told him the directions of the map.  Before the Doctor could respond, he found himself being dragged by River to the museum.  

“River,” he said.  ”I don’t even know what museum we’re going to!”  He watched as her blonde curls bounced and shone in the sunlight.  He began to say something, but they were already at the museum.  ”Oh, look at that!” the Doctor said in amazement.  ”That was surprisingly quick!”  Looking at River skeptically, he said,”Did you use your old vortex manipulator to get us here quicker?  I thought I took care of that..”

“Oh, why would I do that?” River asked sweetly, batting her eyes at him. “And what do you mean, took care of? You can’t get rid of my only way out of the Stormcage, Doctor,” she said sternly. She didn’t want to be stuck there while the Doctor ran off to marvelous places. She deserved some adventure too, didn’t she?

“Come on, it doesn’t matter how we got here. Let’s go enjoy it, shall we?” she said, taking his hand and tugging him indoors. She pulled him straight into the Vincent Van Gogh exhibit, smiling brightly. “You said he was an old friend, right?” she asked. “I’ve always loved his paintings.”

A Romantic Evening || River and Eleven 

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Reluctantly, the Doctor dug out the map from his pockets.  ”Oh, shut up.  That was one time!  And it wasn’t my fault we were on an anti-gravity planet.  The tiniest mistake like-”  He paused and mumbled,”Like holding the map upside down…”  The  Doctor glanced at River before continuing in a normal tone.  ”…It completely messed everything up!” he finished in an outburst.  

“Well, holding the map upside down would do it,” River said, laughing at how much the Doctor was overreacting. Taking the map from his hands, she soon found where they were, and where they wanted to go. ”We want to go that way for a few blocks, but we’re close to the museum,” she said as she pointed down the street. Folding the map back up, she took the Doctor’s hand and dragged him off down the street.

A Romantic Evening || River and Eleven 

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The Doctor smiled at the thought of an art museum.   “That sounds fantastic!  The last time I visited an art museum, I ended up meeting Vincent Van Gogh and fought off an invisible monster that only Vincent’s brilliant mind could see.” 

After finishing their meal, he waved a waiter over for the check.  He payed and led River out of the restaurant.  ”Would you rather go to the museum or the Eiffel Tower first?” he asked.

“…We’re not going to do that tonight, are we?” River asked with a chuckle. As odd as it was, she just wanted a relaxing night with the Doctor tonight. “But that does sound interesting.” she said with a smile.

“Let’s go to the art museum, save the best for last,” River said, taking his hand. She was quite excited about the Eiffel Tower. ”Where’d you put the map, so I can get us somewhere? Wouldn’t want you confusing your up from your down again.”

A Romantic Evening || River and Eleven 

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“I just state the truth!  I’m not going to force myself to eat bad food.  And I was in the middle of my regeneration!  I had to figure out my tastes.  You know how that can be.”  The Doctor began to eat his food, and he found he enjoyed it much more than apples and beans.  

Eyeing River with another glass of wine, he replied,”I was thinking going up to the Eiffel Tower, and something of your choice.  Unless you have any objections…”

“Just because you can’t hold your alcohol doesn’t mean I can’t hold mine,” River murmured, seeing the Doctor’s eyes watching her wine glass. She smiled at him, tryin g to reassure him that she would be fine. ”And that sounds fantastic. Could we possibly go to an art museum? They have the greatest museums here,” she said, happy at the prospecy of exploring Paris.

A Romantic Evening || River and Eleven 

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“This is a French restaurant,” the Doctor stated.  ”I’m not expecting fish fingers and custard.  However, I would love some.”  He examined the food in a combination of smelling, staring, and prodding the food.  

When he was satisfied, he straightened out and grinned.  ”I’m not going to spit the food out!”  The Doctor’s face squished in thought.  ”As long as there isn’t any apples in it.  Apples are rubbish.  And no bacon!”  His face turned into a look of disgust.  ”Or beans!  Beans are evil..” 

Laughing, River shook her head. “You’re a mess, sweetie,” she said. “Amy told me about how much of a problem you were when you two first met. You could be a little nicer about it, couldn’t you?” She took a bite of the food set before her, and it was delicious. She had always heard about the delicious food in France, and now she got to try some for herself.

“So, you’re the tour guide for the evening, where are we headed after this?” River asked, pouring herself another glass of wine. If the Doctor wasn’t going to have any, she didn’t want the whole bottle to go to waste. Another glass wouldn’t hurt. 

A Romantic Evening || River and Eleven 

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“Of course I have money!” the Doctor said with an obvious tone.  But truly, he wasn’t as sure as he sounded.  Checking his pockets, he breathed a sigh of relief, finding he did have money.  

Returning his gaze to River, he recalled her question and replied,”Yes!  Wine!  Love some wine…”  His sentence trailed off as the Doctor remembered his past experiences with wine.  He grimaced slightly, but not enough to show.  When it arrived, the Doctor poured River and himself a glass.  Taking a sip, he shuddered at the bitterness and spit it back out when the employees weren’t looking.  ”I haven’t the slightest idea why I keep trying to drink this stuff,” he muttered.

River rolled her eyes as he searched his pockets, knowing that he would come through. Even though he could be a bit frazzled every one in a while, she trusted him to be able to take care of the both of them.

Giggling at the sight of the Doctor trying wine once more, she took a sip from her glass. “I guess it’s an aquired taste? But really, how long have you been around, and you still don’t like wine?” Soon, their food arrived as well, and she glanced over at the Doctor warily. “Don’t spit out your food, though. Sure, it’s not fish fingers and custard, but I don’t think the cook would be too happy.”

Where has everybody gone? 

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I’m here, Mother!

Are you really? I thought everyone disappeared.

How have you been River? You don’t seem to visit me much anymore.

Not me!

I’ve been good, but the Doctor ran off somewhere again, and left me here. I could come visit you and Dad, if you’d like. I miss you two.