A/N - Well, you guys voted and here it is! I hope it lives up to your expectations. Oh, and just so you know, in pretty much all my fics, Jack has met the Doctor in his 11th form. Just letting you know before you review telling me that they've never met, thank you.

Disclaimer - I don't own Doctor Who. I only own my OC, Emma Walker.

"Okay, something to defeat a witch." Emma ran her hands over the oddly shaped bottles of potions. "Alien. Witch alien." She paused. "Witien?" She wasn't paying attention to what her hands were doing and she soon heard the sound of glass shattering as she knocked off one of the bottles. "Ooh, crap."

Whispers sounded around her — something in Latin, she thought — and pink smoke rose from the floor. "I hope that's something that'll hurt her." She coughed, waving the smoke out of her face. "Stupid Doctor. Rubbing off on me, making me all clumsy and distracted and...Doctor-y."

"I'm afraid that one won't do me much harm, dear."

She spun around to see the witch standing in the doorway. "No? Damn."

"I think you'll like it, though." She walked a circle around Emma, looking her over. "It's just what you need. It will reveal something very important to you, but you have to go through turmoil to know what it is."

"Alright, that's a bit cryptic..." She took a step back.

"It's time for you and your friends to leave now."

Emma opened her eyes to see the light pink ceiling of her bedroom. When did we get back on the TARDIS? She sat up, yawning and running a hand through her hair. She threw the covers off of her and made her way out into the hallway, blinking a few times to get rid of the hazy vision from her sleep. She had to hold on the railing of the stairs to keep from face planting on the floor. "Mornin', Rory." She mumbled when she saw him standing near the console. A quick look around told her that he was the only one there. "Are Amy and the Doctor still sleeping?" She didn't notice the way his eyes widened when he saw her, instead focused on sitting in the jump seat.

"No idea."

"Lord, I wish I was still sleeping. Not even sure why I'm awake. I'm pretty tired." She stifled a yawn.

"Your pyjamas are sexy."

Well, that had her awake. Eyes nearly bugging out of her head, she looked from her attire to Rory, who was looking at her like he usually looked at Amy. "Um, what?" She squeaked out.

"Can I kiss you?" He started walking towards her.

"No!" She darted out of the chair just as he grabbed for her. "Alright, is this some sort of joke? These are not sexy! Definitely not enough to make you want to kiss me!" He stepped forward and she stumbled back.

He had a confused look on his face. "Why wouldn't I want to kiss you? I love you, Emma. I always want to kiss you." He smiled then, moving towards her again and reaching out for her. He only stopped when she pointed her finger in his face.

"You - you are married, mister! To Amy, not me!" She took another step back, failing to notice the stairs behind her. "And you are definitely not this forward!"

"Emma?"

"What?"

He pushed her hand away, grabbing her face and giving her a hard kiss. She let out a muffled scream and shoved herself away from him. She soon realized that there was now nothing beneath her feet and she only had time to yelp as she fell down the stairs. "Emma!" He yelled when she landed on the floor with a loud thump. "Are you alright?" He rushed down the steps.

"Oi!" She kicked at him. She found herself slightly disappointed when her foot just barely missed his shin. "You stay back! Like, five feet." Blinking at her, he nodded and stepped back until he was exactly five feet away from her. "Good boy." She grabbed onto the railing to pull herself, placing a hand on her lower back as pain shot through it. "Alright, possible bruised tailbone, but I'm good." Keeping her eyes on Rory, she yelled at the top of her lungs, "Doctor!" A crash sounded from somewhere in the TARDIS and she made the mistake of looking away, giving him the chance to pull her into a hug. She groaned at the tight grip he had on her. "Cracked ribs to add to the bruised tailbone."

"You didn't say how long I had to stay five feet away!" He swayed the two of them side to side, pressing his cheek to her hair. "I love you so much! I want to hold you forever, and never let anyone touch you."

"How sweet." She ground out.

"You could wake a hibernating bear with that yell of yours." The Doctor rushed into the control room, freezing when he saw them hugging. "You two have certainly gotten close." His hand twitched at his side.

Emma barely managed to roll her eyes, feeling her air slowly running out. "Rory possibly possessed. Help me. Can't breathe."

"What?" It took him a moment to register what she said, but when he did, he ran to them and grabbed onto on of Rory's arms. "Alright, time to let go." He pulled as hard as he could. Rory wouldn't budge.

"She's mine! I won't let you take her." He spat, gripping her even tighter.

"That's all good and well, but she won't be anybody's if you kill her."

He gasped at that, quickly releasing Emma and giving the Doctor the perfect chance to drag him back. "Oh! You tricked me!" He struggled to pull away. "I wasn't killing her!" He didn't notice that Emma had a hand on her chest and she was breathing in as much air as she could. "You just want her all to yourself, don't you? I knew you were selfish!" He smirked when the Doctor stopped walking, grip loosening slightly. "Well, guess what, Doctor? Just because you swept the girl off her feet with time travelling and all that 'last of my kind' stuff, doesn't mean you get her in the end." With that, he punched him right in the face.

"Rory!" Emma gasped. She moved to run to the Doctor, but froze when Rory turned to face her.

"Don't worry, Emma. I won't let him come between our love."

She gaped at him. "Our love? You mean your sudden and insane love."

"You're so silly sometimes." Before he could walk downstairs, the Doctor grabbed him again, pinning his arms to his sides.

"Emma, get something to tie him up!"

"Right!" She ran right out of the room and came back seconds later with handcuffs. "Stole these from that old lady that one time." She clasped them onto Rory's wrists.

"Why are you helping him? Oh, don't tell me you're throwing away our love for him."

The Doctor shoved him into one of the jump seats. "Oh, shut up." He and Emma exchanged a look before leaning over to look Rory in the face. "Is that you in there, Rory?" His yell echoed through the room.

"Yes, it's me." He scowled. "Would you tell this idiot that it's me, Emma?"

"Um, you kissed me, claimed you're in love with me, and you're convinced that the Doctor is trying to steal me from you." She deadpanned. "I'm not too sure myself."

"Wait, I can prove that I'm me! My love for you burns like a thousand-"

"Not proving it, Rory." She moaned, running a hand over her face. "Tell me about when we first met, or something."

"Oh! You were sleeping on the floor. You're so beautiful when you're sleeping, by the way." He dreamily smiled up at her. "I wonder if the floor still has your scent!" He tried to get up, but the Doctor pushed him back down.

"I think it's time we stopped talking about her. Tell me about the time we met."

"I don't care."

"You don't care? How could you not-" He stopped at Emma's glare. "Right." Something suddenly flashed in his eyes and he smiled. "Let's talk about how you were a greek."

Rory looked offended at that. "I was Roman! Can you get anything right?"

"That's him! Question is, if he's not possessed, why is he in love with you?" He began to wander around the room. Emma watched him, Rory watched her. "Shapeshifter that can absorb memories? No, of course not. When would he have had time to be kidnapped by a shapeshifter?" He snapped his fingers. "Remember that witch we encountered yesterday? Did she happen to cast a spell? Say any incantations?"

"No." Realization dawned on her face. "Oh, no."

"What?"

"Well, I might have..." The rest of her sentence was mumbled and the Doctor leaned forward.

"Say that again?"

"I might have knocked over a potion." Seeing the alarmed look on his face, she held her hands up. "I didn't mean to! You're the one who's been rubbing off on me and making me all clumsy! Besides, it was pink. How much harm could it do?" She crossed her arms over her chest.

He dug the heels of his hands into his eyes, groaning. "A lot of harm, Emma! You don't know what that was. It could have been a disease! I mean, look how it's affected Rory." He raised a hand in Rory's direction. "He's...panting."

"Oh, Lord! He's turning into a dog, isn't he? With the love and the kissing. Protecting me from you! Now panting?"

"Possibly."

"Great." Emma shook her head. "I've turned Rory into a dog! Stupid witch, with her stupid potion..."

"I'm not turning into a dog." Rory butted in, grinning. "I just love you."

"Yes." The Doctor headed over to the console and began pushing buttons. "Looks like we'll be paying her a visit, won't we? We'll see if she can, uh, cure Rory."

"She better. This reminds me far too much of home." She looked over at Rory and he smiled at her. She half-heartedly smiled back. "Wait!" She spun back to the Doctor. "We can't go anywhere. Amy's still asleep and I'm not dressed."

He gave her an incredulous look. "Get dressed and then wake her up."

ooo

"London? How did we end up in London?"

After informing Amy of the whole Rory-possibly-turning-into-a-dog situation, the Doctor landed the TARDIS in what he thought was eighteenth century Paris, and the four headed out to face the witch. Well, three. Rory was a bit too busy staring at Emma's butt to even think about the witch, much to Amy's chagrin. "Maybe because you don't know how to fly the TARDIS?" Though her anger was caused by Rory, she couldn't keep from snapping at everyone else.

"I know how to fly the TARDIS!" The Doctor had no problem snapping right back. "She just...didn't want me to go to Paris. Yes, that's it!"

"Emma!"

He looked up to see a very familiar man running towards them. "Jack! What are you doing-" Jack shoved him to the side and grabbed Emma, spinning her around. "-here." He finished weakly.

"Oh, Emma! It's been too long." He kissed her before placing her back on her feet. "You know, I was just fighting an alien when I felt something pulling me here. It was you! God, you're beautiful. I just want to bend you over a table and-"

"Doctor!"

"-make sweet, sweet love to you."

Emma's eyebrows shot up and she tried to shove him back. "Alright, that was a very not Jack-ish thing to say. Doctor, I think we've got another!" She realized that neither him or Amy were responding, though Rory was trying to wriggle away from them, looking like he was about ready to murder Jack. "Doctor?" She felt lips on her neck. "Ugh, Jack!" She put a hand on his face, shoving him back.

"Emma, I don't want to worry you," the Doctor started. "but I think it's a lot more than another."

"What?" She followed his gaze to see a large group of men had gathered and were now making their way towards them. "What are they saying?"

"I love Emma."

"Me, too!" Rory and Jack said in unison before glaring at each other. "No, I do! Stop that! I love her more! Stop!"

"Both of you stop!" The Doctor practically growled. "You're acting like children, and that's a lot coming from me! Now, you're going to stop fighting over her and run!" With that said, he grabbed Amy and Rory and took off. Emma struggled out of Jack's grip enough to grab his hand and drag him after them.

"Where are we going?"

The Doctor didn't answer her, instead turning towards a tall gate that lead to some sort of warehouse. He released Amy from his grip and fumbled in his jacket for his sonic screwdriver, occasionally looking over his shoulder to see how much closer the crowd was. The buzzing of him unlocking the gate could barely be heard over their chant. "Come on, everyone inside! You first." He shoved Rory none too gently inside before pushing Amy after him. "You, make sure he stays in front of you. And you," with surprising strength — surprising because he had a bloody death grip on her — he pulled Jack off of Emma and guided him inside. Emma had already darted inside before he could say anything, so he shut the gate and locked it just as the men had gathered around. "Sorry, can't have her." He stuck his tongue out. They reached through the bars, angrily muttering about killing him, and he had to jump back. "Right, goodbye!" He turned and ran after the other four. "Jack, get your hands off of her!"

A/N - I decided to make this a two parter! Sorry, guys :P I just wanted to get it out for you and I still have a bit to work on (really, I got stuck and need some time to get unstuck, haha) I hope you like it so far and it's not confusing!