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14 July 2011 @ 02:08 pm
Fic: Falling Toward Peace  
Come on, y'all, someone's got to help me steer the ship here. :P

Title: Falling Toward Peace
Pairing: Amy Pond/River Song (post-Good Man)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The third time River comes to Amy, not as a friend or a daughter, but a lover.
Author's Note: This is why we can't have nice things.


The third time River came to Amy, Rory was home.


"Melody!" he said, surprised, but holding out his arms for a hug.

"Hello, Rory-daddy-dear." River gladly went to him, dropping her small duffel, and they held each other for a long moment.

"And what time do you call this, missy?" he said, closing the front door behind them. "I've half a mind to ground you."

"Well, you're adjusting to fatherhood well," said River.

"You weren't out with a boy, were you? I'll have to get my shotgun. Well, I'll have to go buy one first."

"I only wish. You haven't seen him, have you?"

"No."

"Where's Amy?"

"She's upstairs. She's still...how do I put this...shell-shocked."

River closed her eyes and nodded. Something like that.

"Maybe seeing you would do her good?" Rory just wanted his wife to be happy and not in this funk where she cried randomly and sometimes threw things at the wall for no reason.

River opened her eyes. "I hope so. I did want to check in on the two of you, see how things were going. I also need Amy's assistance. I'll have her back before you know it."

Rory's eyes narrowed. "Time trip, you mean."

"Actually, this time it's just space. Time will proceed linearly, except when I bring her back."

Rory sighed. "Is it necessary, River?"

"You said she was shell-shocked. She's hurting, Rory. I can help. This will help."

"What if she wasn't this way?"

"Still necessary for her to understand everything."

"And what about me, then?"

River smiled just a bit. "If I could take you, I would. But not this time."

"It's spoilers as to why, I'm guessing."

"Got it in one."

"Well, you might as well go get her. She's in the bedroom."

"You're the best father ever," River kissed him on the cheek. "I promise I'll have her back soon. Tonight, even."

"Exactly when?"

"To be safe, probably about an hour from when we leave."

Rory nodded. "No crossing personal timelines. That's my girl."

River laughed. "You're good at this!" She turned and ran up the stairs.

"Hey, hey, be careful! No running in the house!" Rory called after her, shaking his head. "Kids." He went back to the sitting room to flop on the couch and return to his programme.


Amy was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling. She tried to be as normal as possible for Rory's sake, but sometimes it just couldn't be done. She'd have nightmares of her baby melting in her arms, then the Doctor and Rory everyone around her melting, and she'd wake up screaming. Or River would come to her in her dreams and say, "You abandoned me, and now I'm breaking your heart. It's only fair, sweetie." That usually meant she was screaming and sobbing when she woke up. This wasn't like her, and she had no idea how to cope. She thought she knew what love was before, but she was wrong, because it could be and was so much more than she'd ever thought of. And being in love with her daughter was threatening to strangle her heart constantly.

River opened the bedroom door. "My darling Amy."

Amy bolted up. "River?!"

River closed the door. "Hello, sweetie."

Amy flew at her, wrapping her arms tightly around her shoulders and burying her face in River's curls. She couldn't help it, she started to cry.

River held her close. "Oh, my love. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry I've done this to you."

"I didn't have to fall for you," Amy choked out.

"You usually don't get to choose. It would have been easier if I didn't fall for you."

Amy sobbed harder. "I've never felt like this and it scares me."

River laughed softly. "Amelia Pond, scared of something? Her own daughter, even? I can't believe that."

"Not of you...of being in love like this!"

River squeezed her comfortingly. "At least you had the time where you didn't know the truth."

"And that's when I fell for you."

"I fell for you knowing the truth all along. That's a burden if there ever was one, my darling."

Amy tried to get ahold of herself, straightening up but still hugging River. "So, what's up this time?"

"You and I are taking a trip. Just a couple of days, so pack a small bag."

"Rory..."

"Already knows. At least he's gotten used to knowing I can't tell him why. He's fine with it."

"Why can't you tell him?"

River tipped her face up and kissed Amy on the lips.

"Oh..." Amy looked down at River, seeing green eyes clearly filled with love and want. "Really?"

"You don't have to come."

"Don't ever say that!" Amy kissed River, almost crushing the other woman to her.

"Hurry up, my darling," said River once she was finally let go, smiling.


Both women clattered downstairs after a few minutes, a bag in Amy's hand. Rory got up and came into the hall. "Off then?"

Amy nodded. "Sorry, she won't tell me either."

"Spoilers," said River, the usual twinkle in her eye. She picked up her own bag.

Rory and Amy hugged and kissed. "And I want you both home by midnight, do you hear me, Melody?"

River threw him a mock salute. "Yes, Father."

"And no getting into trouble, no calling the Doctor from wherever he is because you two got into a scrape, and if you see a crack in any wall, run away."

Amy rolled her eyes. "I think fatherhood suits him a little too well, don't you think?"

River grinned, setting coordinates on the gadget strapped to her wrist. "You should get cracking on a sibling for me. Out of the Vortex this time, though."

"Six week rule," said Amy. "Plus, you were apparently quite the acrobat inside. I need longer."

"Six. Week. Rule." Rory hung his head.

"I think I'm supposed to register disgust that my parents are sexual beings," River said. "So, um, here goes. Ew. Stop that. I was delivered by the stork."

All three of them laughed.

"Be safe," said Rory.

"We will," said River, placing Amy's free hand on the Vortex manipulator.

They vanished a nanosecond later.

Rory sighed and headed back to the couch. He knew River would have his wife back soon, he could trust her that much, so he resolved not to worry about it.


"Ooooo," said Amy after they'd Vortexed and she felt well enough to look. It was some kind of rainforest-jungle-type setting, lush tropical foliage bursting from everywhere it was allowed and a gentle warmth on her face from the sun. "Is this Earth?"

"No, although I know where on Earth to find this as well," said River. "The point of this is for you to relax."

Amy laughed. "You couldn't book us a posh resort, then?"

"This is better, trust me."

They walked, hand in hand, down the path with the sign that said "Office This Way" in many languages.
River did all the negotiating, and Amy found herself wishing for the TARDIS and her auto-English brainwave. River's time-travel cuff translated for her and her alone, unfortunately. It wasn't powerful enough to extend to her companions.

River turned back to Amy, a paper map in her hand. "Let's go," she said, grinning. "They say the afternoon rain is going to start soon, so we might as well find our spot."

The "spot" turned out to be some kind of hut, with a metal roof and a small bedroom that contained a bed with bug netting and a lamp on a table. The walls didn't go all the way up, Amy noticed as she looked in. There was a small bathroom with a shower as well, but the prize of the place was a large porch that wound through and fully around the hut. Hammocks were hung on every side, inviting rest.

"The weather is the main tourist draw," said River, taking Amy's bag from her, "and so having open-air accommodations is important."

"The hammocks look wonderful," said Amy, smiling. "Just what I needed."

"Jump in," said River. "I'll be there in a second." She disappeared into the bedroom with the bags.

Amy looked at the choices in front of her and picked the biggest one. You'd better get in here with me. She tried to climb in as gracefully as she could, but utterly failed as the slightly different gravity meant the fabric of the hammock popped up faster than she expected. "Ack!" She ended up facedown in the fabric, one leg still sticking out. She heard a laugh that never failed to send shivers up her spine.

"Good job, sweetie," said River, crossing over to smack Amy's bum lightly. "Pull yourself up with your arms and I'll help you."

There were many adjustments to be made and then River lost her balance and tumbled in, because Amy suddenly pulled her forward. "You don't get to make me look silly and expect no payback!"

River laughed. "You're so competitive, my love." She managed to recline alongside Amy after another moment of adjusting, some air-kicking, and the hammock bouncing rather violently. "There we go."

At that moment, the rain began to fall, suddenly and rather violently. Amy jumped. "Wow, I've never seen rain do that."

The rain was roaring against the metal roof, and River put her lips to Amy's ear to reply. "This climate is what does it. It'll leave just as soon as it came, trust me."

Amy shivered happily. "Hold me...please."

River cuddled Amy to her. "Anything you want. Just say it."

Amy's sigh turned into a whimper. "I feel so lost when..." She wiggled her way into facing River, curling her free arm around the other woman's waist. "I don't know what to do."

"Would it help to know I'm equally lost?"

"I'm not sure...you're always so confident."

"I'm only doing what I think you'd like," said River, gazing deep into the hazel eyes she'd come to cherish. "None of this is written. Nor do I write it now. I think maybe I just want to live unexpectedly."

"That's not like you, you always have that book."

"I think I just want to go by feelings, this time," said River. "Let them guide me."

"But it's so uncertain," said Amy, feeling slightly ill. "What if your feelings change? You're traveling backwards to us. What if you forget?"

River saw the burning begin again in Amy's eyes. Oh, my love... "They won't. I know that."

"How do you know?"

"Because this consumes me just as much as my other love does. I'm twice damned and because of that, I've stopped caring about being realistic when it comes to you. I just want you, Amy. For as long as I possibly can. Also, I only have to travel backwards where the Doctor is concerned. It's complicated, my love, but I'm doing my best. Because I want this. I want you."

Amy couldn't hold back any longer and kissed River deeply. I'm on his level? That appealed to the competitive, narcissistic side of her. I should live up to it.

River surrendered immediately, sinking her fingers into Amy's beautiful hair, searching for the sensitive skin on the back of her neck. She loved the way Amy kissed, even though she knew it was job experience.

Amy's fingers found the hem of River's shirt and slipped underneath, wanting the skin contact. River sighed happily and worked her leg in between both of Amy's. They pulled even closer together, Amy's top leg pulling up to curl around River's hip possessively.

The movement combined with the lighter gravity of the planet set the hammock swaying from side to side, slow and rhythmic. Amy broke the kiss to smile. "This is new."

"We can move to the bed."

"Later. I want this. The rain, the rocking, and my River in my arms."

River smiled. "Your River?"

"Got a problem with that?"

"I'm yours, sweetie, I'm completely gone for you. Please tell me you know that by now."

"It's funny...I've been thinking of myself as yours, actually."

"Then we belong to each other."

"We're both winners," said Amy, smiling. "I love it."

"I love you."

Amy's heart suddenly overflowed, her breath catching in her chest. "I love you too," she managed to gasp, before pressing her lips to River's again, hard.

Passion slowly turned to need as they kept kissing, kept touching, and then River's hips rolled forward to slide against Amy's thigh. She sighed heavily, not wanting to break the roar of the rain still coming down as hard as it possibly could without wind to drive it.

Amy smiled and pulled her knee up, pressing her thigh against River's need. "Better?"

River's eyes rolled back into her head for a split second. "Much..."

Amy slid both her hands down and in between them, working on opening River's trousers. "I wish you'd worn a dress."

"Next time, if you want me to." River focused on gazing into Amy's eyes, knowing she'd be completely distracted in just a moment.

Amy gazed back, but not too intensely as she knew she could easily lose herself in those deep, sultry eyes that had seen too much for one lifetime. She managed to beat the fasteners and slid one hand inside River's knickers while the other pulled River by the back of the neck into another long, deep snog.

River closed her eyes and let Amy have her way, trying not to take over as was usual for her. Show her that she does own you, River. Let her claim you.

Amy quickly found where she was needed, and that River was more than ready. She liked that, liked that her lover wanted--no, needed her. She slipped easily inside and River cried out, clutching the redhead to her and pushing forward. Amy pulled her hand back slightly.

"Deeper," gasped River, her eyes flying open and catching Amy's.

"Not yet," Amy purred, noticing that River's gaze was beginning to burn with desire. "You don't want it bad enough yet."

River tried to catch her breath. "I wish I'd gotten the accent from you. It drives me wild."

"So you say," said Amy. "Do you mean it?" She pushed back in again, just a tiny bit further.

River moaned. "I do, I do, Amy, I mean it..."

Amy curled her hand, enough to put her thumb on River's clit and start rubbing lightly. "Do you mean everything you say to me?"

"I do." River shut her eyes again and tried not to rock against Amy for fear she'd pull back. "Amy, you drive me crazy, please..."

"You've been gone two weeks," said Amy. "That's a very long time to leave someone you claim to be completely gone for after you've finally made love to them for the first time."

"I try whenever I can," said River. She's making me pay for this. "I really do. I'm sorry..."

"Makes me wish I had psychic paper." Amy kept working River's clit, slowly and gently. "Then I could summon you the way you do him."

River whimpered. "If I knew where he was, I'd steal some off him. Please, my love, I'm burning up, take me..."

"I think you need to burn longer," Amy whispered in her ear. "To know what I go through, stuck at home, with no adventures to take my mind off of you." She pushed in for just a second, then pulled out again.

River moaned again, this time much more gutturally. "Adventures don't take my mind off you."

"They wouldn't with me either, but at least you're doing something. I sit at home, I wait, and I burn."

"I save the universe and wish you were holding my hand," said River, opening her eyes. "I wish you were with me, Amy. I always do."

"Then why am I not?"

"Because I know I can't have you like that. It's written what I have to do..."

"You just said you don't write us."

"There are blackouts and fades in every script..."

Amy pushed in again, as far as she could manage, and River arched into it, her cry reverberating through the roof. "There's the River I know. There's my lover." She pulled out, resuming the torture on River's clit.

"Take me," River panted. "Please, please take me. Please, I can't..."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm yours!"

"To do as I like with."

"Yes!"

"Do you mean that?"

"With all my heart, Amy, please..."

"Say it again."

"I'm yours."

"Like you mean it."

"Please take me, Amy, I'm yours!" River had never begged like this in her life, but she knew how, and it was sending her quite delightfully over the edge.

Amy smiled, a rather predatory expression at that moment. "Your wish is my command."

The teasing stopped, and River relaxed back with a happy, very satisfied moan as Amy worked her up to the peak quite rapidly.

"You are so beautiful like this," said Amy. "So beautiful."

River couldn't answer. She knew anything she'd be able to squeak out would be just that, possibly extending to the word "yes" but not much else. Amy remembered quite clearly from their dance date how to bring her off, and she was going to do it. River let her eyes roll back into her head and focused on the pleasure.

Amy smirked. My turn, lover, my turn to make you fall. Much as she liked River taking the lead, it was long past time for turnabout making fair play. And here, now, she could plot her fantasies without the sick feeling in her stomach, the sorrow, the depression. She could forget everything except the fact that the woman in her arms, the woman she loved, was completely under her power.

River felt her consciousness fog. Yes...

Amy saw the slight downwards tip of River's head and smiled. She thrust as hard as she could, one last time, while whispering in River's ear "I love you..."

The pleasure exploded within River and she saw stars, whirling about over Amy's head. "Oh, Amy..."

Amy knew she wasn't done yet, and rode the aftershocks easily, bringing River back to reality slowly, carefully. That was amazing...must do it more often.

As River's breathing slowed and she came back into herself, she realized the roof was much quieter than before, only the trees spilling the extra from their leaves hitting with hollow notes. "The rain stopped..."

"Right after you came, actually," said Amy. "Great timing."

"I'd say you planned it, but I know better."

"Are you very sure about that?" Amy withdrew her hand and resumed cuddling River against her. "You're not the only one with surprises."

"Hmm. Might require further testing." River liked being held by Amy like this. It felt right.

Amy saw a brightly coloured butterfly fly in and land on the porch railing. "I like this place."

"Top of my list now for sure."

The butterfly took off again, its wings rustling so softly that it would not have been heard unless it was being watched.

Amy smiled.
 
 
 
hahns_girl: fairy lightshahns_girl on July 14th, 2011 06:25 pm (UTC)
Loving this little series! Can't wait to see where you take it next. (And for the first time you actually made me like Rory with him playing the role of dad a little too well!)
Mr. Dr. Grumpy Mister, M.D. aka the Twelfth Doctorkwanboa on July 14th, 2011 08:12 pm (UTC)
It comes and goes. Sometimes I get motivated and then sometimes I'm off into other pairings for what feels like eons. But damnit, they have to stay together. They're too good!
Lin: Fear - Amy and River (Doctor Who)hirai on July 14th, 2011 07:43 pm (UTC)
And so they meet again. I watched Silence in the Library/Forest of the Dead the other day and sorely missed the Amy/River interactions, though Donna is a different kind of fabulous.

This may be the first time I've actually actively liked Rory. Perhaps you should be the one writing him for the show, then I wouldn't spend half the episodes wishing he would fall out of the Tardis and end up being eaten by a dinosaur or something.

Poor Amy, so broken when River isn't around. River is so sweet to Amy, it's a nice side of her to see.
Mr. Dr. Grumpy Mister, M.D. aka the Twelfth Doctorkwanboa on July 14th, 2011 08:12 pm (UTC)
I feel sorry for Rory. His character is being destroyed by Moffat. I'm glad I could help, because man, Darvill could be and do so much more if he didn't have to play a self-centered prat.

(Also, why does my newest chapter of The Writer have no feedback despite being up for awhile? EMOTIONAL BLACKMAIL YO.)
Lin: Wot? - Scribbs (Murder in Suburbia)hirai on July 14th, 2011 08:21 pm (UTC)
I completely agree. It's unfair to him as an actor and to Amy as a character because I can't reasonably believe that someone as awesome as she is would be with someone as ridiculous as they've been writing Rory.

New chapter? Aw shit, man. I just got back from a week out of town and am still catching up on things. I'll get on that right now. *sufficiently blackmailed*
Mr. Dr. Grumpy Mister, M.D. aka the Twelfth Doctorkwanboa on July 14th, 2011 08:24 pm (UTC)
I know, right? The only human as awesome as Amy in the present Whoniverse is River, period, and therefore...sorry Rory, you're losing out. Due to being a complete and utter dink. =/

Amy should pull a Tilda Swinton. She goes out and is beautiful and fabulous with River, and then Rory's at home with the babies (because we all know there will be more babies).


Well, THAT explains a lot :)
Lin: Locate the problem - Thomas (30 Rock)hirai on July 15th, 2011 12:35 am (UTC)
Indeed indeed (though one could argue River's complete humanity :P)

Right? I bet Rory would deal with a load of kids better than he seems to deal with Amy lately. Silly man. Let her run off with River
Mr. Dr. Grumpy Mister, M.D. aka the Twelfth Doctorkwanboa on July 15th, 2011 01:14 am (UTC)
Hopefully that "plus" means "not your mother's DNA anymore" so I can get away with this scot-free. XD

Exactly! Let Amy run off with River, and then the Doctor and Rory Show can be Boys Doing Things just as Moffat has always wanted it to be. *muttermuttermutter*

Also, when I come out with ridiculous add-ons to an existing plot or twisting it in weird ways, the muse accuses me of "Moffat-izing". We've verbed him. God help us.
Flicka Whipfemme_slash_fan on August 18th, 2011 03:52 pm (UTC)
I think you may have saved me from feeling too miffed about *that* sodding twist!!
Mr. Dr. Grumpy Mister, M.D. aka the Twelfth Doctor: Chibi Amy/River love!kwanboa on August 22nd, 2011 12:49 am (UTC)
*thumbs up* THEN START WRITING!!! I can't paddle the ship all by myself!!!
Flicka Whipfemme_slash_fan on August 22nd, 2011 10:22 pm (UTC)
I'm stuck in the arse end of France rn sans any writing kit. When I get home tho...
silver_sandals: jennysilver_sandals on October 30th, 2011 07:44 pm (UTC)
This is so incredibly cute.

"I'm only doing what I think you'd like," said River, gazing deep into the hazel eyes she'd come to cherish. "None of this is written. Nor do I write it now. I think maybe I just want to live unexpectedly."

Aaaaah! That's perfect. Really, really perfect. And beautiful.