"River?" Amy called out softly. She walked into the guest room where her daughter and mad man were staying that night. They both appeared to be fully clothed, so she went to the bed and gently shook her awake. "Melody!" She whisper-shouted.

River's eyes fluttered open. "Mum, it's-" she thought for a moment. "-6 o'clock in the morning, and I haven't had sleep in several weeks. There better be a very good reason you're waking me up so early." She whispered back, careful not to wake her husband, who had undoubtedly not gotten sleep in a long while as well.

Amy grinned evilly. "There is. I just thought you might want to see something I found on the TARDIS last night when I couldn't sleep."

River arched an eyebrow. Growing up with her mother, she had noticed different things about her. She, for example, had different nose expressions. Whenever she was angry, her nostrils would flare. When she was confused, her nose scrunched up. When she was grossed out, her nose would scrunch in a different way.

That being said, River also knew her mother's different smiles. There was the I'm-hopelessly-in-love-with-you-smile she reserved for Rory, the yay-we're-alive smile she had for after every day with the Doctor, the this-is-a-fake-smile-that-I'm-only-doing-to-be-polite smile, the you-better-take-off-and-run smile, and a variety of others. The one Amy had on now was one River liked to call the I-have-an-evil-plan-do-you-want-in? smile. Needless to say, Amy had given Mels this smile multiple times during their childhood.

River grinned back with an equally evil look. "I think I do."

                       -about 8 o'clock-

The Doctor patted the bed, feeling around for his wife. He finally felt her waist and pulled her to him with a sleepy grunt. River happily tucked her face into his neck. "Good morning, my love." She mumbled.

He responded with another grunt.

She chuckled softly. "We've got to get up."

Grunt.

She rolled away and propped her head up with her arms. He didn't open his eyes, only felt around the space for her. She was so warm and soft, and he liked having her close by.

She reached over to him and-

He fell to the floor.

Grunt. Then, "You didn't have to push me, you know."

River peered down over the edge of the bed at him. "Maybe not. It's quicker, though."

He huffed and got to his feet. "You do realize I haven't slept in 3 months?"

"I haven't slept for 2 months, and I'm only part Time Lord. You should be fine."

After some more banter, they headed to the kitchen together, where Rory was cooking breakfast and Amy was doing the only thing she could do in the kitchen without setting the house on fire- making coffee. "Oh, good morning, Melody. Sleep good?" Amy asked her daughter, a smirk on her lips.

River grinned back. "Very good."

The Doctor ignored their exchange, which was a fatal mistake on his part, and stole a piece of bacon from the plate. "Oi! You can't eat it until it's at the table, Doctor!"

The alien simply shrugged and walked away. "I'm going to go get my clothes on, Ponds. Be back in a moment." He called over his shoulder as he walked to the door.

River and Amy exchanged sadistic smiles.

"Hey, I know that look!" Rory said from the kitchen. "That's your prank look you used to get when you were planning something on me. What've you done?"

"Not much, dad. It's on my husband, not you, so don't worry."

Rory didn't look very reassure by her words.

They sat in silence for a while, except for the popping of grease. Amy reading the newspaper and River doing who-knows-what on her communicator.

Then the door busted open, and the Doctor marched in, a pout on his red face.

"Shooting the occasional hat, I can deal with. But blowing up my hat room?! That's pure evil!" The Doctor declared angrily. River smiled. "Sweetie, I've got no idea what you're talking about."

The Doctor walked up to the table and towered over her. "You don't, eh?" He observed her face carefully. Then he squatted down beside her chair. "We'll see about that, River..."

Then, with one fluid motion, he had removed her slipper and was tickling her mercilessly. She kicked several times, but ended up falling out of the chair. She wheezed with laughter, and was gasping and trying to crawl away. "Fine, fine! I did it! But Mum helped!" She finally admitted, still trying to wrench her foot out of his grasp.

The Doctor looked at Amy, who was trying to suppress a grin at her seemingly non-ticklish daughter (as Mels, she claimed to not be ticklish, and they had never found a spot that was, but apparently the Doctor had), denied it. "I did not! Shame on you, blaming something on your innocent old mother!"

Rory snorted. The Doctor smiled. "That's okay." He said, still concentrated on attacking his wife's toes with his hands. "We can bring back the bunk beds."

Amy's eyes narrowed. "You wouldn't."

"I would."

With one last swing of her leg, River managed to flip herself over and on top of the man who had been holding her foot hostage.

She pinned his shoulders down quickly with her legs, rendering him completely vulnerable. He gulped at the look on his wife's face. "Now, River, let's not be too rash here...."

Then she smiled.

He gulped.

When he said she had Amy's smile, he meant it in the most sinful way possible. Because she was grinning down at him with one that Amy had done several times, and it was hard to believe he hadn't seen the resemblance between her and her mother before. It was the I'm-about-to-get-revenge-and-you-have-a-right-to-be scared smile.