Office by Alex Penny
I'm an English Writing and Women's Studies dual major. I'm a feminist, a Whovian, and a writer.
I LOVE River Song and I LOATHE Rose Tyler. Also, I don't like Regina Mills and the fact that she systematically raped Graham, but the writers make light of it because she's "hot." These things will be blatantly clear on my Tumblr. If you can't handle that, it would be best not to follow me in the first place. I do not hold back about the things I love and hate.
Also, important note: I am NOT a spoiler free blog!
It is what it is and if you decide to follow me anyway, welcome! <3
Time Baby: Jenny
There was a knock on the TARDIS doors. The Doctor looked up from where he was tinkering on the console.
What in the-
No one ever knocked on his ship. Unless…
The Doctor abandoned his project and rushed towards the doors. He swung them open, expecting anyone from Matha Jones to Wilf or even Captain Jack, but he wasn’t expecting her.
“Hello Dad,” Jenny said with a smile.
“Jenny,” The Doctor breathed, reeling from the pleasant surprise. He hugged his daughter. “I thought you were-“
“Dead? Nope. Regeneration energy,” she explained with a smile.
They stepped inside the TARDIS, and not long after, the sound of a child’s scampering footsteps signaled Freya’s approach.
“Daddy, who’s here?” she asked as she entered the room.
The Doctor smiled. “This, my dear,” he answered, pointing at Jenny, “is your sister.”
“I have a sister?” Jenny asked, looking back and forth between Freya and her father. She couldn’t believe it.
Freya smiled the most wondrous, adorably excited smile. In an instant, the girls were giggling madly, getting along like two old friends.
“Oi, I’m watching you two,” The Doctor warned, nervous about the multiplied girly…craziness. Two daughters.
River poked her head into the room. “Sweetie, is there someone here?”
“Ah, yes, River! This is Jenny, my daughter,” The Doctor announced.
“Your what?”
You did it, you did it, you did it!
Can you hear my squeeing?
*flails*
And River’s reaction!
:D
All I’m saying is: how many babies have been in that cot?
… or why I think Moffat set up the perfect scenario to save River from the Library in the series finale.
I really, really like this idea, but I don’t want it to happen in canon.
I don’t want any Library fix-it to happen in canon, unless it’s a fix-it that reveals The Doctor’s data ghost was uploaded to The Library after his tomb was erected at Trenzalore.
Because if we save River from The Library in canon, then she has to die again at some point. And I can’t. Nope. I don’t think The Doctor could either. Just look at their goodbye in TNOTD. River had to come up with a way of allowing him to say goodbye without saying goodbye. It’s just too much. We can’t have Alex/River forever. Narratively speaking, what Moffat did with River was gorgeous. In a fictional universe where ghosts and the afterlife don’t exist, Moffat made it possible for River and The Doctor to still have a Happily Ever Afterlife. (And no, I don’t think that was retconned by TNOTD. Until we see The Library or River’s file destroyed, River will always be inside CAL. And TNOTD proves that The Doctor doesn’t live forever, but as to how long he’ll live it’s totally open ended. So, there’s nothing to say that in the far distant future, he won’t have someone upload his data ghost to CAL, but that would still be in Data Ghost!River’s future.)
This is The Doctor jumping into River’s arms after she proposed to him. (She’s still wearing her sexy TARDIS blue nightie.)
River
The Doctor
Jenny
Also, River and The Doctor are constantly fighting over the double bed, because apparently they can’t sleep in the same double bed as girlfriend and boyfriend. (Wut?)
The thing about that is, even though he never forgets and the sting of loss always hurts him, he has such a long history with loss that he knows how long it takes before someone’s “echo” fades for him.
And River didn’t. For, what? Centuries? She didn’t fade. Which means the loss of River Song is far above and beyond. She means THAT much to him.
I know she’s an archaeologist, but really?
