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The Professor looked into his mothers face, knowing she wouldn’t have known who he was, but hearing her ask broke his heart. He sighed, and put on a brave face.
"My name is The Professor, as I said before. I’m a time agent." He held out his hand with a big smile, hoping she would take it. He had missed his mother desperately, so seeing her again (even though she didn’t know him) made him feel a bit better.
"That’s a rather peculiar name."
She relaxed her grip on the gun and after a moment decided to let go entirely. She took his hand in her own and nodded. “Professor River Song, please to meet you, Professor.” She said his name with an air of skepticism but smiled none the less. “Time agent? I suppose that explains the dalek then.” It wasn’t out of place for him to be here really, time agents were most common in this century, still the university didn’t often have them and certainly not at this hour. “What brings you to the campus at this hour? You’re not a student are you?” Though he looked young enough she doubted he was.
The Professor entered the room, not looking at it’s inhabitant. “Sorry to bother you ma’am but there, well, a dalek that’s chasing me around. Finally got it off my trail, had to hide, the usual.”
The Professor pressed himself against the wall, pinched the bridge of his nose, and finally focused on the woman in the room. His heart dropped. “How is this fair?" he asked himself, silently. Tears welled up in his eyes.
"Hey there. I’m The Professor." He smiled at her.
River’s eyebrow arched high on her forehead. The usual? “Are daleks the usual then?” She didn’t have a clue who the young man in front of her was, but she very much doubted that daleks were usual for anyone who wasn’t the Doctor, and he certainly wasn’t the Doctor. She knew all of his previous faces, and he’d never have called her ma’am.
She watched him lean against the wall, she could tell something was off, but couldn’t quite pinpoint it. She cocked her head to one side and watched his face start to fall, that was when she detected the change in the air. “You’ve been in the vortex, I can smell it. Who are you.”
- A dirty secret
- Raising a baby together for three days
- A one night stand
- A goodbye letter
- A love letter
- A confession
- Slave for a day
- A slap in the face
- A romantic kiss
- A hug
- A rejection
- My muse naked
- A friendly kiss on the cheek
- Married for a week
- All your money stolen
- An insult
- A steamy kiss
- Some sad news
- A date
- A night together
- Any of the above
A soft smile took over his face once more. “It’s always something exciting, love.” He leaned in close to her and kissed her cheek. “I’m up for whatever you are.”
Breathing him in as he leaned in, she replied. "Mmm I’ll keep that in mind. I’m always up for something exciting." She was fairly certain that their ideas of exciting were at least somewhat different at present, not that mattered. She so rarely saw an older him that was aware of who she was, she would have been happy for any sort of time with him at all. ”If I didn’t know any better I’d think you knew I was on my way to party. Care to join me?”
Helena smiled, “only from rumour and legend. Though your charming Doctor was quite helpful as well.” She replied tapping her nail against the rim of the glass. “Though I’m happy to say, you live up to your reputation.” In fleeting interactions with the Doctor she’d heard stories and whispers of the notorious River Song among others, but all paled in comparison to the real thing.
She almost wondered if this was how Myka had felt upon their first meeting, whilst ordering another drink when the waiter hurried to the table. “The feeling is mutual. I’ve arranged this meeting out of curiosity rather than any favours to ask. You’re quite a legend in my line of work.”
A testla and her farnsworth rested in her coat, which was folded under the chair, pocket in case she’d need them. But she highly doubt they’d come to any use for the evening.
River was now more than a little intrigued, but deemed things safe enough for now. She undid the buckles of the leather wrist straps on her vortex manipulator and removed the device, tucking it away and out of sight. “You know the Doctor then?” She had thought so, but now she was only confirming it for her. Her husband always did have taste when it came to people.
River took a proffered menu from the waiter, set it aside and ordered a drink. She waited for him to disappear before continuing their conversation. “Well, the curiosity is mutual. Tell me, what exactly is your line of work dear? And I don’t mean the writing, I doubt I would have come up in the research. Your records are as shadowed as my own. You’re not supposed to exist any more than I am. That’s quite a feat.”
He bit his bottom lip for a moment before lifting his hand to rub the back of his neck. “Well, you know….” He shrugged, “I try my best. But you can’t avoid some things. And people deal with their experiences. In my defense, I didn’t know anyone started any religions from my recent adventures.” He smiled softly to his wife. “As for right now, I thought a trip was in order. Running into you was just a happy bonus.”
"Oh sweetie, I love it when you admit there’s things you don’t know," she said with a beam. "So what was this trip for?" She trailed her finger down the lapel of his jacket as she asked. "Something exciting I hope?"
"Lovely! Got to love rare moments like this." He grinned, “So, wife, what are you up to?"
"Oh you know, the usual. A lecture here, an archaeological dig site there, and the occasional lifted museum piece in between." She licked her lips and eyed him a moment before adding, "I’m amazed, though I shouldn’t be, at how many ‘ancient idols and deities’ turn out to be rather crude carvings or religions based on you my love. And here I thought you were trying to lie low. What are you doing here? Not that I’m disappointed at all."
River had just finished marking yet another round of less than stellar essays when she heard a knock at her door. It was after her open office hours here at the university, in fact, it was after open hours for pretty much anything. Even if hadn’t been late she probably would have been marginally surprised. Usually anyone wishing to speak with her would have called on her comlink first, doubly so given the hour.
Always cautious (because anything else could get a girl like her killed) she drew a weapon from the drawer of her desk, discreetly trained it at the door, and called out in a pleasant voice. “Come in.”