Reality Crisis

Now that the TARDIS had finally settled into her new desktop, River had taken a break from working on her. She was well aware of the new passengers on board, but had chosen for now to keep her distance. She was already a confusing element to the Doctor - she wasn't interested in being a conflict with the others yet. Though the Metacrisis was a curiosity to her. A human Doctor. It was an odd reflection of herself: a human with Time Lord knowledge and memories, versus a Time Lord with none of the influence of Gallifrey. And with no remaining regenerations to speak of, she never identified herself as a Time Lord. Or Lady. The Doctor was the last of that race, and she wouldn't insult him by claiming it herself.

She was making the rounds through the TARDIS as usual, checking on the various rooms, where the swimming pool was hiding nowadays, and of course, ending up perusing the library. It was one of her favorite spots in the wonderful ship. She selected one of the volumes on Gallifreyan history and settled into an overstuffed armchair to read.