«Left a clouded mind and a heavy heart» by BrinneyFriday
“Hang on, where’s your diary?”
“You mean that blue book you gave me?”
The Doctor pales, snapping his book shut and pocketing it as he stands, pacing away from her. He tugs at his hair, waves Clara away when she tries to touch his arm, and mutters to himself about getting a River Song without a diary and honestly Old Girl, what were you thinking?
Eyebrow raised, River crosses her arms over her chest and tries not to feel insulted. Or glare at Clara because honestly, what does she care if she touches the Doctor? She can touch him anywhere and everywhere she wants. It’s certainly nothing to do with River.
Чудесный маленький фик о том, как совсем юная Ривер сталкивается с Доктором и Кларой. Они все здесь очень хорошие и настоящие.
Возможно, это именно то, чего вам сейчас не хватает. Если вы понимаете, о чём я