Life's Waiting to Begin (Firefly/Serenity/DW)
Title: 27 for 27
Part:Life's Waiting to Begin
Disclaimer: You should know by now that I own nothing. Joss owns the crew, Moffet owns 11.
Series Summary: 27 ficlets of insanity done to celebrate 27 years.
Set/Spoilers: Uh, Serenity; series 6 (first half).
Part Summary: The Doctor and the Daughter.
Pairing/Character: Zoe Washburne, River Tam; the 11th Doctor.
Dedication/Shout Out: SariLane.
Song Base: The Adventure - Angels & Airwaves
A/N: I’ve been mulling this story over since I started watching Series 6. And then, I, you know rewatched Serenity and thought, hmm, she seems familiar. (Okay, not really, but the idea stuck in my head and well, I am insane.) 27 for 27
Life’s Waiting to Begin
Why was the TARDIS bringing him here
? What was in this sad little backward spaceship that had tugged at him? Well, there was only one way to figure it out. The Doctor popped his head out of the doorway and gave a jolly finger wave at the dark haired girl sitting on the floor. Dried tears left two pale streaks down her grubby cheeks. It was one of those
spaceships. Dirty, unclean spaceships. The floor underneath his feet buckled in protest to his inner monologue. Apparently, it wasn’t one of those ships.
“Serenity doesn’t like it when people think badly of her. She’s been through a lot, tore up but she’ll fly true
“I’m assuming Serenity wouldn’t be you,” the Doctor frowned.
“No. I’m River
River. But part of her is here. Not five feet away, staring at your spectacular, mad blue box. It’s bigger on the inside,” River’s fingers reached out to touch the humming wooden façade of the TARDIS.
“I’m not sure I’m following where I am.”
“You’re on board Serenity
, Doctor. Firefly class spaceship,” a mocha skinned woman stepped up from beside the TARDIS. “River Song was my mother.”
“I -” the Doctor blinked. How in - when had River had the time to be someone’s mother.
“She didn’t,” the other River said quietly, drawing his eyes to the sitting girl.
“Jack raised me. Nearly got me killed dozens of time,” Zoe looked through him, as if she wasn’t seeing the Doctor. He supposed she probably wasn’t. Most likely she was seeing Jack.
“How’d you hook up with Jack?”
“Great big hero, in his long dark coat scooped her up from the wreckage. Hero complex,” River smiled sadly.
“Heroes get themselves killed, or get other’s killed.”
“I remember the job, no need to remind me,” River said quietly.
“I learned that from my mother,” Zoe said quietly. “You’re like the Pied Piper, Doctor.”
“Sadly, I am.”
“It’s a Sunday, you know. Time for you to move on,” Zoe said quietly, her hand stretched out to River. “We’ve got chores, little one.”
Like a little girl, River took her hand. She rose gracefully to her feet and braced herself to take Zoe’s weight. Why did the strong woman with a gun on her belt need on the lithe girl to keep her balanced? It was then that the Doctor noticed she was pregnant.
“Zoe - who’s your father?”
“Not you, Doctor. I’m not part of her Blue Book of You.”
“And your child?”
“It’s Daddy’s long gone. There’s no bringing him back. You can’t fix me, Doctor. You can’t fix anyone.”
“He died,” River said quietly. “He died trying to do a hero’s chore. Because of me.”