The Divine Cavalcade, Part Two
River reaches for the shuttle’s telepathic console coordinator.
“Hey, Emily, do you know if these shuttles have cloaking technology?” Jack muses, putting his antique-style boots in her way over the blinking blue buttons. “Otherwise, it’s going to be hard to land this thing in a civilian area. They’ll know we’re suspicious.”
River scowls at him, favoring the right side of her mouth a bit, like she does with her husband. “If you think for one moment I’m going to enjoy this, then you’re right. The enemy of your enemy is your friend, and my husband would want me to make friends with you. He obviously holds you in esteem.” Her fingers brush the top of his left boot, caressing the dark tan laces and brownish nanoleather as though her hand were a feather boa and the shoe a mere donation to the cause.
“No thanks, Miss Murder,” Jack murmurs, looking away and staring at a panel on the wall, “...I have no intention of flirting with the woman who killed the only man I love more than myself.”
“Didn’t you say that before? I was sure you…”
“…nope,” Jack replies, pointedly popping the p.
In the back of the bus, so to speak, Borusa is glued to the windowed views, her frosty child-face locked in happy conflict with the scenery of Space outside.
“Are we there yet?” she asks softly, her blue saucer eyes fixed on one particular star, out there.
“I think he’s got another convert…” River says under her breath, smiling at Borusa as she works the shuttle console manually with her hands, out of habit.
Jack moves his foot from the console in dismay, affronted by the admission.
“What do you mean, he? Who are -you- talking about?” Jack breathes, rising a little in his excitement before he thinks to catch himself.
And it’s too late, because she’s noticed. She’s seen him. River Song…
He asks again, hoping.
“So what did you mean? My being curious doesn’t equal a win for you. I’m just being sociable.”
But River Song just smiles red lips and says, “Spoilers...”