River Song has hair full of spoilers. (polyandrist) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2017-10-07 21:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | river song |
Who: River Song and Grog
What: Fighting during the temples
Where: Some street
When: During the temples plot
Warning:Some violence.
Status: Complete
I am ready to wake up.
Grog was having a bad day. Well, earlier had been a good day, but now, now this was a bad day. There had been, he recalled, lots of sex, with several people, and then there was combat, and he had lost much of his clothing, and had found himself fighting with his bare hands. Mind you, he was very effective that way, but there were a lot of these damn things, and he was getting tired.
He was wearing the rags of his clothing, his Belt of Dwarvenkind, and his other cool stuff, but otherwise, he was just covered in dirt and some blood.
And he had numerous wounds by now, and really would like to go home, damn it.
As he roared and threw one of the soldiers into the others, he turned and started to run from the crowd of them.
***
River was drawn into fighting as she always was, but she was never the sort to start with her hands. Or honestly to end with her hands, even though she was stronger than the average person and could take more damage. Nope, River’s tendency was to shoot first and ask questions later, which is why she’d already had the white gun that her dreams had given her drawn and at the ready when she’d heard the commotion. Granted she didn’t know it was Grog who was the one roaring, but right now all she knew was that the fighting seemed sort of endless.
The first thing behind him was shot quickly, the bolt of light missing him by what was miles to her but probably wasn’t to him. A second and third came almost instantly as well, but they were aimed for the other soldiers following the one in the lead and they were felled just as quickly. “Get down!” River’s voice rang over to him, and she paused in her firing for the moment, wanting to lay down suppressive fire but not wanting to hurt him in the process of doing it!
***
Grog ducked under the shot and then dove when she shouted those words, going into a roll toward the sound of her voice.
“River?” He swore as he saw her and her working weapon and scampered along the ground toward her. He added dirt to his decorations, and a few new scrapes to his body, but otherwise, he was just glad to see her.
***
River kept shooting at the soldiers, killing every last one of them who had chased him and attacked him. They clearly weren’t from Orange County so it wasn’t like anyone would miss them. Besides, the Agency had people who cleaned up this sort of thing, so it wasn’t like someone else would find them and notice the strange way in which they had been killed. And of course there was the fact that she was doing her duty by helping stop whatever the invasion happened to be this time! God, it really was absurd how often this sort of thing was happening lately! Maybe she would actually be glad when there was a singing thing or something next time!
Reaching down, she offered Grog a hand to pull him up, and she looked him over quickly. “You alright there, darling? Nothing that needs the hospital?” She didn’t think so, but you never could tell.
***
Grog watched her mow them down, and shook his head. “You’ve got good aim.” He gripped her hand and rose. Stretching, he shook his head.
“Nah. Some cuts and bruises, but I heal fast, now. I’ll be fine.” He rose to 6’8” now, and bulked with muscle and width across the shoulders that had not been there before.
“When I said I wanted to meet you and show off the new me, I didn’t mean for this to be how, but i am glad you got here.” And River got a hug.
“Thank you.”
***
“Years of training and practice.” Melody does mean years, she can’t help it. The Silence took her for so long and created her to kill the Doctor, and sometimes killing the Doctor meant trying to kill a shit ton of people along the way. River had killed more than her fair share of them, but thankfully she was a sociopath, so it really didn’t matter all that much.
Without giving them another thought, River just looked up at him, and she really did mean look up. She wasn’t normally someone who was considered short by any means, but she definitely was dwarfed by him. Without thinking about it, River reached out and placed one hand on his pec after she hugged him back. “You certainly weren’t kidding, were you?”
***
“Well, I’m glad you have it, however it happened. You saved my bacon out here.” He smiled at her, and nodded. He liked her, and he thought she was a pretty cool person. Someone way out of his league, likely, but cool, nonetheless.
He looked down at her, not meaning to, but… his size and height now meant he looked down on most people.
Her hand on his pec made him groan slightly. Yes, that did feel good, thank you.
“I wasn’t, no. I’m scared if the dreams actually keep changing me, I will be even bigger, soon.” He had no idea how that worked.
“I’ve been dreaming more, stranger things. More adventures, and with a larger group than just me and the gnome.”
***
“Are you that much bigger in the dream?” River knew that some people were transformed more than others. For River, she was stronger, faster and she certainly had another heart that pumped blood through her chest. Oh, she could hide it when she wanted or needed too, but it was still something that was there. Yundu had turned bloody blue. But she didn’t think that there would be anything that would make it entirely impossible for him to pass as humans.
She gave him a little squeeze of his hand with the hand not holding the gun, but really, she was looking out and around them in case someone decided to get a little frisky again.
***
“In the dream, I’m 8 and a half feet tall, and proportionally large the chest and shoulder and hips.” And other things. It’s wild.” He was still a little freaked out by the idea. His dream self looked like a circus man, which would make convention going and work both interesting and difficult.
He squeezed her hand in turn and rose, feeling back at it again, his body healing fast.
“Alright. How about we get out of here?”
***
“Holy fuck.” River had never seen humans that big. Close maybe, but never eight feet. “Maybe the agency can do something to help. Give you a way to hide it or something.” They had to have contingencies for things like this, didn’t day? If they didn’t then what the hell was the point of them.
When he squeezed her hand, she nodded and then looked to her vortex manipulator. “Where do you want to go, Sweetie?”
***
“That would be good. It was hard enough to convince them that my current look was a result of crossfit and a high protein diet and workout.”
He chuckled as he shook his head and smiled. “Anywhere but here. Preferably somewhere warm and free of people trying to kill us.”
***
“Does that ever happen in the OC?” River sounded amused before she looked up at him with a broad smirk. “Alright, sweetie. I’m going to take your hand. Don’t throw up on my boots. I really dislike needing to deal with sick.” Considering what River had just done, it was kind of hilarious that this was what might set her off. “Also, I really like these boots.”
And after the warning was given, she pressed his hand to the manipulator on her wrist and the two disappeared in a flash of light to the airy room that was the library in River’s house. All of her books were spread around, and she took a step back with a smile, her hair a bit wild from the going through the vortex, but other than that there wasn’t a thing that bothered her about her prefered mode of travel. However she did ask him, “are you alright?”
***
“Probably not, no.” He chuckled, then blinked. “Okay? I’ll try not to.” He didn’t throw up a lot. Never had. And now… he did even less so. He squeezed her hand.
Grog staggered, felt a brief surge of nausea, then swallowed it down and looked around. “Whoah. Now that’s a nifty trick.”
Grog grinned at her. “That was fun! Can we do it again?” yes, he liked it, okay? Momentarily forgotten were the traumas of earlier.
***
“Sure, if you’d like to, I suppose.” River was amused because honestly for her, that’s what it was. It was a fun trick, and a fun game and she loved doing it, despite what it did to her hair at times. Of course, just like rollercoasters and kinky sex, it wasn’t for everyone. But River was glad to hear that Grog liked it, and she pulled out the hand-held game looking thing that was her miniature computer.
“Give me your address. We’ll go there and get you something to wear and see if you need some sort of medical attention.” Clearly River had been looking for the proper space time coordinates to send them both too.
***
Grog nodded, eyes alive with wonder and curiosity as he looked around, then back at her. “Sure! This is amazing.” He smiled warmly at her, then took a breath. Yeah. That was cool. He definitely liked that.
He rattled off his address, and nodded to her. “You are fantastic.” She really was an amazing person and he was glad he knew her.
***
“Thank you, sweetie. I’m glad that you think so.” River grinned at him as she typed in his address quickly, because well. There was things going on out there, and River wanted to be there to help stop them. So, with his address and the proper time and date in it, she reached out and took his hand and pressed it to the manipulator as well, once more casting them careening into the void and then somewhere out on the other side.
Now, they were in his back garden when she let go of his hand and then looked up at him. “Now, you’re certain you’re alright, Grog?”
***
Grog blinked and looked around, staring and then nodded, shaking his head a moment later. “I--- I am. You really do lead an amazing life, don’t you?” She was amazing and far more talented and smart than he. Wow.
“Thank you. For getting me home, for saving me.” He smiled at her.
“You rock.”
***
“I do.” The agreement about her life was easy, because Melody knew that she was lucky. Here, she had the best of both worlds: she had gotten raised by her parents and had gotten to experience that love. But she also had the training that the Silence had put her through, and how they had turned her into a psychopath. It was an interesting combination, even if Melody felt that the life she lived parallel River’s far too much in some ways.
She still couldn’t believe that both of them had gotten into archeology because of a man that they’d fallen for. But in many ways, the Doctor most definitely was an improvement over Melody’s Professor. By miles.
Looking around his house once more, River smiled. “When there’s not a crisis, I do believe you still owe me a homecooked meal, darling.”
***
Grog grinned at her, and breathed out a sigh of relief. Better now that he was home, he considered her, and chuckled. “Anytime. You try not to die out there. I will be very sore at you if you do.”
He gently clasped her hand in his much larger one.
***
“Oh please, if the universe hasn’t killed me yet, then some tiny little things aren’t about to.” River is nothing if not self-sure, and she gives him a brilliant smile to go along with the words because well… the last time the only reason she died was because she had done it to save the Doctor, and he’d returned the favor by leaving her to be a book on a shelf. Not the most terrible end, but it was also not the best one that she could think of either.
“Let me know if you need a hand, yeah? I’ll come swanning in to save your ass again.” River just smirked at him for a moment before she took a step back. “I’m good at that. See ya later, sweetie. More damsals to save.” Melody meant it, and she hit the button to return her home before he could say anything else.