Hello everyone! I'm back! OK, so I love watching Doctor Who clips on youtube. One of my favorite clips is a deleted scene from season 3. It's the Doctor's list of instructions to Martha before he turns human. We learn something interesting in that scene-the Doctor hates pears. This one drabble thing is the product of me watching that clip too many times. I might make this a series of drabbles, but I'm not sure yet. And I would like to take the time to thank my good friend Eccentric Illusionist for coming up with the title. You rock Anonymous! Oh and BTW, I don't own Doctor Who. So many things would be different if I did. I'd start with bringing back RTD and just keep improving things from there. Last but not least, leave a nice review for me and my plot bunny. Please and thank you!

Title: Of why he hates pears

Sumary: Martha knew that there were some things not worth pressing into about.

"Doctor why do you hate pears?"

Setting down his sonic screwdriver, the Doctor looked at the woman sitting across from him. "I'm sorry?"

"You said you hated pears. I was just wondering why." With a puzzled expression the Doctor watched as his companion, Martha, ate a bowl of fruit. There were all sorts of delicious fruits in the bowl—grapes, cantaloupe, kiwi, peaches, and strawberries. At that particular moment Martha took a bite of a fruit that he hadn't noticed before. Included in that bowl were bits of pear. Making a face, the Doctor turned away from Martha and went back to tinkering with the sonic screwdriver.

"I'm sure there a lot of people who hate pears," the Doctor retorted. "I thought it was a common thing for humans to have food preferences. Time Lords are the same way."

"I know that. I've just never seen anyone hate a food as much as you hate pears. You won't even look at them."

"That doesn't even make any sense. Of course I can look at a pear."

"Yeah? Then turn around." The Doctor could almost picture Martha's expression at that moment. Every once in a while she would get this look on her face that screamed, 'You're completely mad. Start making more sense.' Still, the Doctor didn't turn around. "It's just a fruit. Don't see what the big deal is."

"No, you don't because it isn't a big deal at all. When I got this body I lost my liking for pears. I used to love them, but when I regenerate I get new food preferences. I used to hate marmalade, but now I can't get enough of the stuff. It constantly changes for me, so it's not a big deal at all." The Doctor finished his little rant and looked at Martha, as if daring her to say something else. Instead, the medical student continued to eat more of her fruit salad. It was obvious the conversation was over.

Martha was smart enough to know that there were some things about the Doctor that weren't worth pressing into. He was willing to share what he wanted to share, and it was better to just take what he gave out. Digging into him like that was a waste of time. "So where are we going next?" Martha then asked, trying to lighten the mood.

At once the Doctor's over-wide grin broke out. "Oh you're going to love it. But, um, make sure you're wearing trainers." The Doctor glanced down at Martha's sandal-clad feet and laughed softly.

"Again? One of these days I think we should just go to the beach or something. We won't have to run for our lives there." Martha got up, leaving her bowl where it was and began to walk out of the room.

"Where's the fun in that?" the Doctor called as she shut the door. When she was gone, the Doctor looked back down at the half full bowl. He picked it up and scowled at the sight of the pears. The scent of them rose up to his nostrils and made him sick to his stomach.

With one swift movement, he dropped the contents of the bowl down the garbage chute. The incinerator would get rid of the pears once and for all. He felt a little bad about lying to Martha, but it was easier to dismiss the whole incident as nothing than explaining it all to her. He had a very good reason for hating pears. Everything about them he detested. The shape, the color, the texture, the taste—he hated all of it. But the thing he hated most was the smell. The very scent of a pear made him nauseous.

The scent of pears would float through the entire TARDIS when she lit candles in her room. When he found her in the kitchen, she was usually eating a pear. She had a top that she always said made her look like a pear. When they hugged, the smell of her pear shampoo would fill his nose. She loved pears.

And now every time he was near a pear, he would think of her. And his hearts would break all over again.