So, everyone! I was thinking about my '...With A Twist' series, and I was wondering whether I could do some more stories. I know, many people have done them before by incorporating Rose. But I'd like to say that I would love to have seen River Song and Rose meet each other in Moffat's brilliant two-parter, Silence in the Library and Forest of the Dead. This isn't going to be your regular 'I hate River Song' basher fic. I wouldn't say she was my favourite character, but I didn't dislike her. And again, there will be a twist, in the fashion of the series.

By the way, this is re-posted, as I decided to add Donna into the mix. Because we all love Donna!

Disclaimer: Doctor Who belongs to the BBC and the original plot was conceived by Stephen Moffat. Sorry, hope you don't mind!

So here it is, Silence Of the Library With a Twist.

Hope you all enjoy!

It was a plain, average day for most of London. The sun was still hidden behind the misty clouds, trying to squeeze out and make itself known. In a small house tucked away in a quiet estate, Doctor Moon was hovering over a young girl.

"Now tell me, dear. What do you see?" He asked, as the girl clamped her eyes shut. She imagined a view of a futuristic town, filled to the brim with books. Doctor Moon watched the small girl quietly, taking in her actions.

"I can see...the library," The girl muttered.

"Now open your eyes. What can you see now?" Doctor Moon stared at her intensely. Her eyes snapped open, and she scanned her surroundings.

"My living room, Doctor Moon," She answered, twisting her hands together and placing them over her lap. They repeated the same routine once more, as the girl's father lent against the door frame and furrowed his brow. He wasn't sure what Doctor Moon was doing to his daughter, and he was worried for her. As the girl looked around her 'libraby' once more, she began to shake. "No, no, no! Someones got in to my library!" She screamed, "That's not allowed! NO!"

"Listen to me, the library's in your mind," Doctor Moon assured her.

"I know, but someones got in there! They can't have!" She screeched. Back in the Library, the girl's eyes widened as the door opened with a swift kick. A red haired woman lowered her leg and ran in, followed by a tall, thin faced man in a suit and a young blond woman. The man grabbed the nearest book and shoved it into the door handle, preventing whatever was on the other side from getting through. The blond bent over and held onto her knees, before grimacing at the man.

"Blimey, bein' with you keeps a young girl fit!" She gasped in between breaths.

"You call it fit, I call it permanently out of breath," The red haired growled, clutching her chest as she heaved. The blonde's eyes darted around the room and she noticed the little girl.

"Oh. Hi," She cocked her head up to the man, who buried his hands in his pockets and adopted a huge grin.

"Hello! Sorry to burst in on you like this! You don't mind, do you? I don't suppose we can stay here for a bit?" He asked, approaching the young girl carefully.

The Doctor lazily flicked the page of his book, not absorbing the words or getting a taste of 19th century Britain. Donna was slowly devouring an orange, picking at the white stringy bits and sighing.

"Why do oranges have the white stringy bits on them? I mean, it's not like anyone eats them. Everyone just picks them off. They're just there to annoy you and stick in between your teeth!" Donna told the Doctor, who looked up from his book and arched an eyebrow. He had really met his match with Donna! He thought he was a chatterbox, but meeting Donna had really defined the meaning of 'talking the hind legs off a donkey' for him. Rose shuffled into the TARDIS control room and plonked herself of the shabby chair next to the Doctor. He grinned at her and slid the bookmark into it's place.

"You alright?" He asked, peering over the top of his glasses. Rose nodded, rubbing the back of her neck.

"Yeah, yeah. Tired, that's all. After Agatha Christie, and all that. I still feel like there's a wasp hidin' under my bed, so I get really paranoid if I hear a buzzing," Rose informed him, before adding, "Sometimes I think it's you tryin' to wind me up. You know how terrified I was of it!"

"I wouldn't put it past him," Donna quipped, poking her fingernail in between her teeth and scooping out the white stringy bits.

"Me? Nah! Although, now you mention it, that would be an excellent idea..." The Doctor smiled, as if to say he was plotting something.

"Shut up!" Rose mumbled, as Donna held out her half eaten orange.

"Do you want a segment?" Donna asked, but Rose shook her head.

"I can't stand the weird stringy bits." The Doctor placed his book on the floor and rolled his eyes, bewildered by the human mind. He picked up his physic paper, as he could see that a message had been scrawled onto the usual blank space. He scanned the words and his face etched an expression of confusion. "What's up?" Rose asked, tilting her head to look at him.

"Do you know anything about this?" He asked, as Rose took the small, wallet sized blank piece of paper and read it.

Rose,

Still with that Doctor bloke? Meet me in the library; soon as you can. Give Donna a hug from me!

x

Rose re-read it, and she couldn't help but smile.

"And look right there," The Doctor landed his finger on the message, "It has a kiss. A Kiss?! Is this some kind of joke, Rose? Really?"

"Oh, someone seems...oh, I dunno...jealous?" Donna suggested, popping an orange segment in her mouth and grinning as the Doctor shot her a death glare.

"I'm not jealous! I just want to know what is going on! Rose, is this a joke?"

"No!" Rose replied adamantly. She handed the wallet back to him. "What's the library? Is it some kind of euphemism, like, the library stands for a cafe or somethin'?" The Doctor dropped the wallet on the floor and rubbed his eyes.

"No, the Library is actually a library. The biggest in the entire universe, and by far the best. It has every single book ever published, every newspaper, every magazine, every poem. Even the cheap trashy stuff that nobody ever reads. Well, apart from Donna," The Doctor remarked.

"Oi! I'll have you know that Heat is informative and a good read!" Donna protested, flinging her orange peel at him in response.

"But I suppose that's our destination, then," the Doctor sighed, picking the peel out of his hair as Donna cackled wickedly.

"How come? The message thing is probably a joke," Rose pointed out, as the Doctor jumped off the seat.

"I dunno, Rose. It seems real. I mean, I didn't do it, and judging by the Docor's reaction, I don't think he did it either. And they did ask about the Doctor and me too. I have a feeling we should check it out," Donna reasoned.

"Yeah, Rose, what if it's genuine, eh? What if someone really needs your help?" He objected, dripping with sarcasm. Donna glared at him.

"No need to sound like that," Rose told him reproachfully.

You're an idiot, you know that, Doctor?" Donna told him, her hand getting ready to slap her alien friend.

"Sound like what?" The Doctor asked, ignoring Donna's comment and looking at his blond companion.

"Like...like you don't believe someone wouldn't need my help," Rose fingered a loose thread on her jeans and avoided his gaze. The Doctor looked up from the monitor at her and immediatly felt rueful.

"No, of course. Sorry, Rose," He said, punching in the co-ordinates for the Library. Donna and Rose exchanged looks. "You're gonna love it there. It's a book worm's heavan!" He clapped his hands together.

"So....your heaven, then?" Donna got up and stood next to him at the console, swiftly followed by Rose, who was still sore about the Doctor's spiteful comment.

"Exactly," He turned a dial and grinned at them both.

Yeah, so what do you think? Hope you like it! Reviews would be appreciated and adored!