A/N - WHY DIDN'T ANYONE TELL ME IT SAID SERIES FIVES? Though, I guess I should be glad that no one reviewed saying, "There's no S at the end of five, you idiot."

Thank you to Connie Weasley, SiLvEr SCriPted GaLliFreYan, and DoubleHeartedHuman for reviewing! And thank you to those who favorited and followed :)

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

The older I get
Maybe I'll get over it
It's been way too long for the times we missed
I can't believe it still hurts like this

"Is he ready yet?"

"No!" Emma rolled her eyes, tightening the knot of the tie around Rory's neck. "She could stand to be patient. Okay, there you are, Raggedy Doctor. Get in your time machine." She gestured to the fridge box, which was colored blue by a marker and even said 'Police Box' around the top. Rory climbed inside and pulled the "doors" closed behind him while Emma stood by the box and lowered to the floor. "Alright, we're ready!" She gently pulled down the box until it looked as if it was on top of her. "Oh. Ow. I'm a shed and I'm being crush- ouch!" She cried out when Rory pushed all his weight on the side of the box, trapping her beneath it. "Rory Williams!"

He popped his head out of the box. "Sorry, but you needed to better your acting!" He closed the box again.

"What acting? I'm a bloody shed-" She quickly stopped talking when Amy entered the room, laying back on the floor and pretending to be...well, a destroyed shed. "Amy, why can't I be me? I met the Doctor-"

"You're a shed." She snapped. "Sheds don't talk." That said, she cleared her throat and stood in front of the box. The two flaps of it flew open and Rory tumbled out, smiling up at her.

"Hello! I'm the Doctor. Can I have a pineapple?"

"Apple!" Emma hissed, trying to save him before Amy got mad. "It's apple!"

It was too late, Amy let out a frustrated sigh and ran her hands over her face. "Four years of this and you say pineapple every time!" She punched him in the arm. "It's just apple! He asked for an apple!"

"Can't you just make it so he asked for a pineapple?" That earned him another hit in the arm. "Okay, okay. Let's just start over!" He moved to get back into the cardboard box, but Mels suddenly somersaulted into the room, holding her hand up like a gun.

"Oh, hello, Doctor! We meet again."

"No! Mels, we've talked about the gun-"

"We've also talked about improvisation!"

"Yes, we talked about how we're not going to do it!"

Before the girls could continue, the door swung open and Sharon walked in. "Amelia, it's time for your friends to go. You have an appointment."

"Alright, Aunt Sharon." Amy sighed, gesturing for the other three to follow her downstairs. "We'll play again tomorrow, and Rory, you better say 'apple'!" She turned her glare onto Mels. "And no guns." They were at the door by the time she was finished and she opened it for them.

"Bye, Amy!" Rory gave her a goofy grin. It faded only slightly when he turned to Emma. "I'll walk you home, Em." They headed out to the street, hearing Amy's aunt say something along the lines of, 'try not to bite this one'. "See you later, Mels." The three waved to each other before heading in two opposite directions. "Oh, I forgot to get my clothes..."

"Oi, it's not like Amy's not going to force you back into this outfit again tomorrow."

Emma knocked on the door twice, not even noticing the heavy rain that was pouring down on her. The door opened to reveal Amy, who looked surprised before she smiled. "Emma! I thought your parents weren't bringing you down for another week!" Her smile faded when she saw her friend's chin quiver. "What's wrong?" The only answer she got was a sob and she quickly pulled Emma into the house. "What happened? Are you okay?" She asked a handful of other questions as she guided her to the kitchen and sat her at the table, where Rory was passed out, a forgotten textbook in front of him. She slapped the back of his head. "Rory. Tea. Now."

"Huh?" He lifted his head up lazily, blinking his eyes open. "Emma? Didn't you move to Birmingham, like, a month ago?"

"Tea!" Amy pushed him out of his seat. He became fully awake after that and ran off to heat up water. "Now, Emma, what's the matter?" She sat down. "You look absolutely awful."

She stayed quiet for a few seconds, wiping away tears as they steadily fell down her cheeks and mixed with the rain water on her face. "I can't." She hiccupped. "I can't, I can't, I can't." Her breathing was harsh and shaky as she gripped the table hard enough to turn her knuckles white. Through her tears, she saw Amy and Rory share a look before they turned their eyes on her, full of nothing but concern. "My dad left." She practically choked out the words, not shocked that they left her mouth feeling dry.

"What?" Amy gasped out. "What do you mean-"

"I mean, he packed his bags and took off in the middle of the night. He didn't even leave a Goddamn note." She dropped her head into her hands. "I don't understand, he seemed so happy..." She jumped at the sound of a slam and looked up to see Rory holding onto his fist, which he'd just hit the wall with.

"I'll kill him. I will get Mels and we'll track him down and just-"

"Rory, I really appreciate that, I do, but can we just..." She ran a trembling hand through her hair. "I don't want to think about it. I cried the entire train ride here and I just can't do it anymore. Could we maybe just have that tea?"

A little while later, when she was squished between the two on the couch and she started crying halfway through some comedy show, they didn't comment on it. But Rory moved closer to her and Amy grabbed her hand.

"I like you, Rory. A lot. I've liked you since we played Raggedy Doctor and you would crush me in that bloody cardboard box. Want to go out for dinner sometime?" Emma looked at herself in the mirror with a hopeful smile for only a second before it fell away. "God, he doesn't like me. Why would he? I'm just some little girl with daddy issues who lives an hour away from him." She didn't even flinch at her mention of her 'daddy issues'. It had been two years since he'd left and she was trying to move on. Trying. She turned at the sound of her phone vibrating on her bed. She flopped onto the bed and grabbed it, flipping it open. "Hel-"

"There's something I have to tell you and it definitely can't wait until you get here." Amy spoke so fast that no normal person would understand what she said, but Emma heard every word.

"What is it? Has the Raggedy Doctor finally come back?" Her joke was met with a scoff.

"No! Okay, are you ready? Well, first of all, Rory isn't gay."

She let out a loud laugh and pushed herself up until she was sitting upright. "Well, I knew that! Is that all? Because you were far too excited over that."

"No, that's not all. He's...well, he's in love with me?"

Her smile began to fade. "What?"

"I know! I couldn't believe it, either! But he's in love with me. Rory Williams is in love with me!"

"That's...that's, um...what are you going to do?"

"Well, we're sort of having dinner tonight."

"Oh." Tears pricked her eyes and she started playing with a loose thread on her blanket. "That is super awesome, Amy." She was really hoping that didn't sound like a lie. She was happy that her best friends would be happy, but she didn't exactly enjoy the cause of their happiness.

"Are you alright? Oh, God, I'm an idiot! We were all supposed to go out tonight. I'm sorry-"

"No, no, no. It's fine. I should stay home, you know? I have stuff to do."

"Ah. What stuff?"

"Um, things." A tear fell down her cheek and she tried not to panic, knowing she'd burst at any moment. "My mum is calling for me, I have to go. Have fun on your date, yeah?"

"Yeah, 'course. Are you sure you're alright?"

"I'm fine. I have to go." She snapped the phone shut and, feeling frustrated, chucked it at the wall. Satisfied by the back of it falling off and both pieces falling to the floor, she laid back on her bed and put her hands over her face. The hot tears leaked from the corners of her eyes as harsh sobs caused her body to shake.

She was starting to wish the Doctor really had finally come back, so he could just take her away from all of it.

A/N - EMMA, DON'T WORRY, JUST WAIT TWO MORE YEARS. But no, if you were wondering the ages in this chapter...eleven when they dressed up, sixteen when her dad left, eighteen when her heart was broken into even tinier pieces. She just can't win. So, if you read my other stories, you know this is definitely AU. But anyway! More of The Eleventh Hour in the next chapter because our dear Doctor comes back ;)