River. She'd called herself River Song here, because it seemed fitting if she was to start a new life.<br/><br/>But really... she missed being called Melody, knowing that it was the name her mother had given her. Even if her mother was a weak, good for nothi-<br/><br/>No, that was just the training talking. Amy had proven herself to be more than capable when necessary.<br/><br/>So much so that Me-- River was now at a loss as to what to do. Her mission in life had always been simple: Kill the Doctor. Make him suffer, but kill him. Don't let him get away. Don't give in to him.<br/><br/>How could she not give in to him, though? She hadn't been too serious when she started flirting with him, but something in his eyes - something in the way he seemed to know everything there was to know about everything; he appealed to her. She wanted him, in ways she probably shouldn't. Worse yet - she was sure that, as soon as she stepped into her new body, he wanted her too. There was that flash of recognition. The glimpse of delight before it vanished. Then she was an enemy, not to be stopped, but at the very least disarmed.<br/><br/>She was this wonderful man's enemy, and she hated it.<br/><br/>It had been an easy choice, giving up her life force for him. She just... wanted him to have it. Like it was always going to happen. Like she'd always want him. She felt as though she'd be with him even on her final day, giving him the last bit of herself left.<br/><br/>A small, rebellious part of her thought that she'd give it him gladly.<br/><br/>She was jerked from her thoughts by four rapid knocks, singing to her like an old nursery rhyme. That was a beat her heart knew.<br/><br/>"Come in," she called, full of curiosity. What was it about that knock that made her want to see this face?