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Doctor Who Drabble: Forbidden Knowledge

Title: Forbidden Knowledge
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: River Song, Eleventh Doctor.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 229: Encrypt / Decrypt at dw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: River will go to any lengths to keep the Doctor from learning things he shouldn’t know yet.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Doctor Who, or the characters.

River seldom leaves her diary unattended, citing ‘spoilers’ as the reason she won’t let him read it. She doesn’t want him knowing details of events she’s already lived through that he has yet to experience. On one hand he knows it’s a sensible precaution, but on the other… Well, curiosity is one of his major personality traits, so from the moment he first set eyes on that bulging book he’s been longing to get his hands on it.

When he finally does it’s almost insulting; River’s written the whole thing in code! Does she really think he can’t decrypt it?

The End


Sometimes ignorance is bliss. I still find out random things about my dad from my mum.

I told her, I don't want to know anything anymore. The opportunity to change the outcome has already passed.

I have one good memory of my dad as a little kid going to bed. I was afraid of the dark and I ask him to stay with me until I feel asleep.

Now a "normal" parent would have tried to distract or find a way for me to cope with my fear. Like say a bedtime story. He just sat in the dark on the floor. That was the best he could do with his mental state of mind.
It was a nice thing for him to do, so that's something to remember.

I didn't know about all dad's previous infidelity until after he left. I resent him for what he put mum through, but what's done is done.
As long as I was not interfering with what he perceived as me threatening his insecurities, sure.

That was your dads problem. He couldn't appreciate your mum. I hope she didn't let it effect her too much. Sometimes bad memories suck.:(
My mum was a strong woman, that may have been part of the problem in my dad's eyes. She was independent and he wanted someone to wait on him hand and foot. A traditional housewife. Mum was never going to be that.
I'm glad your mum was tough. My dad use to put my mum down and expect to be served too. That's not a wife's role. That's a servants! The whole concept is stupid!*not happy*
Mum was a feisty redhead, she took no nonsense from anyone!

Back in the 50s women were supposed to stay home and take care of the kids and their husband. I guess dad wanted things to stay that way. Mum moved with the times, but dad didn't.
You had me at "feisty redhead"! I bet she could have done some amazing things besides domestic responsibilities if not for the situation.

I think about what my mum could have done if she hadn't married my dad. My brother and I may not have existed though. Although she may have married someone far more deserving of her instead.
I think along those lines too, wondering what her children would have been like if mum had married someone else.

Not as feisty as Donna or even River, but mum did do stuff. She took woodworking classes, and made things, and she rode a moped until she was getting on for 70. The only reason she stopped when she did was that the laws had changed and she needed to take a test. She was developing cataracts and wouldn't have passed.
I could have been a different person. That would mean I also may not have ended up chatting to you. Life's strange that way.

My mum has cataracts too. I heard the procedure is supposed to be simple from what I've heard from those who had it. Still, the eye is delicate.

Your mum sounds like a superhero to me.:)
yes, there are a lot of things about my life that I wouldn't want to be different.

Mum had both eyes done successfully, and my neighbour across the road has had hers done too.

She was. She could be difficult, but she was loved by a great many people.
I guess it's best to live the life you have than overthink the "what if maybe this happen..."

Nobody is perfect but at least she did alot of good things. That includes raising a nice person like you.:)
*blushes* People say I'm a lot like mum, which I take as a compliment.
I don't really look like my mum physically so people compare me to my dad just because of the height! Which is a tad annoying.

When I'm tidy, is where I take after her. The character is more meaningful anyway.
With me I'm apparently like mum in looks as well as character. We did agree on a lot of things.

Must be horrible being told you're like your dad, but it sounds to me that your height is all you got from him. The kind of person you are is what's important. *hugs*
That sounds lovely.:)

It's a drag but it's usually out of ignorance. I was more annoyed when it came from my dad's siblings. Like it was something to be proud of. They totally ignored the reality of my dad's mental health issues.*shakes head*

I also have thick black hair like him except wavy but that's not something brought up. My mums hair is curly.

Anyway, my mum said I could have gotten my height from her fathers side (they are from the Middle East). So I'm taking that as a fact!:)

Thanks for your kind words.*hugs back*