#buttitsbetterifyoudo

There were the days, the horrible, horrible days, that River was absolutely convinced that her father wanted nothing to do with her.

She and Rory had gotten along well enough in her second incarnation, but ever since the reveal that she was his daughter, well … it was like she was a stranger. She thought it went back to that moment in Stormcage, when she told him that she couldn’t go to Demon’s Run with him and save Amy and her younger self. Rory had looked at her with such hatred and loathing at that point that it had taken every ounce of River’s self control not to break down. Even though he’d learned the truth, she wondered if he had ever forgiven her for that.

After the reveal, she never really ran into Rory when she visited. He was polite enough, but he never really talked to her like Amy. He never went out of his way to be home when she visited. And, well, some fathers were remote and couldn’t show their love easily. But River had known Rory since he was a little boy, and she saw the free and open way he loved Amy and Brian. Little pieces of her heart tore every time her life was impacted by something Rory did. He was the one who didn’t want to tell Brian, Tabetha, and Augustus about her, Amy confessed. He was the one who didn’t want any pictures of River in the house, even though there were plenty of the Doctor. He was the one not to breathe a word about River to Brian once they had been sent back in time to the 1930s for good. He only talked about Anthony in the letter.

River did her very best not to resent her little brother. It wasn’t his fault.