"I am NOT crying!" I insisted, turning away from the old man beside me.
"Well then you're blushing and those not-tears in your eyes are… what, exactly?" the Doctor responded, clever thing that he was.
I was at a loss for argument there. He had me… again. "They're… tears. It's allergy season."
"Need I remind you, there are no seasons in the TARDIS. Not to mention that it's very tidy in here, so do tell me what's bothering you, there's a good girl."
Bastard. "It's nothing! Leave me alone!" I was getting desperate at that point.
"My dear girl, if it were nothing, we wouldn't be having this discussion now! I won't force you to tell me anything, but you know I'm always here to talk if you need to. All right?"
I turned around and quickly wrapped my arms around the Doctor, glad he understood. He always did.
"Thanks, Doctor," I said, feeling the soft velvet of his red smoking jacket. "I feel much better now anyway."
Author's Note: So, it was shorter than I thought it'd be, but there it is. It's just little scene that popped into my head for no particular reason while I was in the aftermath of a fight with someone and trying not to cry. Think of the companion as whomever you want, really… could be Jo, could be Sarah Jane, and could be an original… I don't even know… and the Doctor is obviously Three (red velvet smoking jacket was the clue there). Still working on the next chapter of my other fic, so don't worry your pretty little head about that… and that's about all for now. See ya!