A/N - I'm so sorry that this took so long to get up! I was sick and then I had the worst writer's block in the world. Thank you to skidney, xxOMGgalxx, THE BACON NINJA WITH WINGS, Little Nerdling, Connie Weasley, blackcat711, TheDoctor'sAmazingCompanion, Fulminata, 11Dr. Luv, Guest(s), Alice, Esther, Tayla, Blue Wolf29, Silver Scripted Gallifreyan, ShipsThatFly, and MsBitaboo for reviewing! I'll probably start replying to your reviews personally once I stop being lazy and gain some confidence so I don't assume my reply is dumb.

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

Well, all I need
Is the air I breathe
And a place to rest my head

Emma and the Doctor stared at each other, the former opening and closing her mouth as she tried to think of what she was going to say. The words 'he's my boyfriend' came to mind, but for some reason she couldn't get them out. When she realized that she'd been silent for over thirty seconds, she bit off a large chunk of banana and mumbled something about her mouth being full, offering him the best smile she could. It's not that she didn't want to tell him; hell, she'd been trying to tell him since he came back. It was just that every time she'd told someone she was dating Jeff flashed through her mind as soon as the Doctor had mentioned him. "I thought you hated him.", "Didn't you try to kill him on a date once?" and she couldn't possibly forget, "Really? He's dating you?" She was still a bit peeved at Rory, even if that had been a joke.

"Emma, I'm an avid supporter of chewing thoroughly — I actually started a club for it and called it...no, back to the point." The Doctor gave her a genuine, if not a tad worried smile. "I think you've puréed that banana."

"Hmm?" She soon realized what he said and swallowed the flavorless and nearly liquidized banana. She should tell him. He was the Doctor for heaven's sake, he was understanding about some things, so maybe he'd be the first one to not make a rude comment about her and Jeff. Besides, even if he did say something, she could just brush it off like most of the other things people had said. She ignored the small part of her that didn't want to tell him, unsure of why, exactly, that small part of her felt that way. "Jeff is my boyfriend."

His eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Boyfriend?" The word came out like it was foreign to him and it was soon followed by a short chuckle. "Weren't you saying that Amy set you up on a date and it ended with you throwing a dish at him?"

She bit her lip a hell of a lot harder than necessary. What had she been thinking? Of course he was understanding, but in the short amount of time she'd known him, it was pretty obvious that he was only that way with people who weren't her. "Yes, Doctor. I did tell you that, didn't I?" She probably should have stopped clenching her jaw before it broke, but that was the only thing keeping her from snapping at him.

"Last I checked, that's a clear indication that you don't want to be with someone." The amused look on his face was nothing if not annoying. "Well, unless you live on Cylindrica, but you don't." The ghost of a smile that was on his face disappeared for a moment. "You don't, do you? No, no, 'course you don't! It's light-years away, you don't even have the means to go on holiday there. Well, now you do, but before me, you.." He trailed off when he saw how bored and possibly annoyed she looked. "Right. So, you and Jeff, eh?" He began tossing her phone back and forth in his hands. "What changed? Ooh, let me guess! Since he helped to save the world, he was offered any job he wanted, of course, just like I said he would. He took a high-paying one and that made you want to be with him!" The smug look on his face disappeared when she harshly snatched her phone away from him.

"Do you honestly think I'm that shallow?" She spat. Just brush it off like the rest. No matter how many times she repeated that in her head, she couldn't do it. She was sick and tired of the comments about her relationship with Jeff, and the one person who could have understood didn't because, for some reason, it seemed that he had something against her.

"Well-"

Before he could even finish, she was at the door and pulling it wide open. "Get out."

"What?" He scoffed. "I think you'll find that this is my TARDIS." Any laughter in his voice was gone as he stood and made his way to her, his arms crossed over his chest.

"I don't care. I've been with Jeff for a year and a half, yet people are still talking about how I hated him or I'm not good enough for him." She ran a hand through her hair. "I honestly don't know why I expected this to be any different."

A look of realization crossed his face and it was soon followed by a look of confusion. "Emma, I didn't...it was just a little joke. You know, a joke? Pun? Quip? Witticism?" He gave a forced laugh, fading off quickly at the anger on her face. "That's what we do, isn't it? We joke around, banter with each other a bit. It's all in good fun, I didn't mean anything by it." He reached out to touch her cheek, his fingers curling towards his palm when she stepped back. "I didn't mean to upset you."

"I know." The remorse in his puppy-dog eyes had her deflating. "It's just a bit frustrating to constantly be bashed by people, I thought you'd actually be happy for us because you always seem to be happy for everyone else and I-"

"You're rambling worse than I do." He interrupted her, giving her an affectionate smile. "And like I told you, it was a joke. I'm sure you and Jeff are fantastic!" As soon as the words left his mouth, he made a face. "Oh, no, never mind. Uh, brilliant? No! Cool? Yes, cool." He grinned. "I'm sure you and Jeff are very cool."

She couldn't help the laugh that came bursting from her lips, honestly seeing no point in being angry with him anymore. "I'd rather you disapproved, so I wouldn't have to listen to that again, you idiot."

"Oi!" His playful glare lasted for only a moment before his mind went to another place. "Ooh, speaking of cool things!" He took the remaining bit of banana she had left and shoved it into his mouth before throwing the peel over his shoulder. "We're off on our next adventure!"

"Oh, before I found you with my mobile, I was actually planning on..." The Doctor was already out the door, but Emma finished weakly. "...sleeping."

"Wrong! Wrong! Bit right, mostly wrong." The Doctor said as he passed by several different displays, Amy and Emma trudging along behind him. "I love museums!"

"Yeah, great." Amy rolled her eyes. "Can we go to a planet now? Big spaceship, Churchill's bunker..." She grabbed onto a display case to try and get him to look at her. "You promised me a planet next."

"Amy, this isn't any old asteroid. It's the Delerium Archive, final resting place of the headless monks, the biggest museum ever." He continued walking through the room and peering at the little bits of history.

"You've got a time machine, what do you need museums for?"

"Wrong!" He pointed to a display case a few feet ahead. "Very wrong! Ooh, one of mine." He darted to another case. "Also one of mine." He peered into it for only a second before something else caught his eye.

Amy rested her arms on the glass case, not noticing him walk away. "Oh, I see, it's how you keep score."

"An old box." Emma raised an eyebrow as she walked over to the side of the display that was opposite the Doctor, looking inside. "Doctor, you said we were going somewhere cool. There are plenty of museums that could be considered cool, and yet you took us here. Why? And what's so important about a box?"

"It's from one of the old starliners." He looked up at her. "A home box."

"What's a home box?" Amy appeared on a vacant side of the case, putting her elbow on the glass and her chin in her hand.

"Like a black box on a plane, except it homes. Anything happens to the ship, the Home Box flies home, with all the flight data."

"So?"

"The writing, the graffiti," he nearly smiled. "Old High Gallifreyan. The lost language of the Time Lords. There were days," he folded his hands in front of him. "there were many days, these words could burn stars and raise up empires, and topple Gods."

"What does it say?"

He paused for a moment. "Hello, sweetie." His gaze went back to Emma and this time he did smile, though it was devious more so than happy. "Emma, give me your jacket."

She narrowed her eyes at him, reaching up to hold her jacket closed. "Why?"

"Just give it!" He moved around the display and made a grab for her, but she ducked out of the way. "Emma, give it here!"

"Tell me what you want with it and maybe I will!" She stepped back each time he took a step forward.

"Would it honestly kill you to just comply? Hand it over. Now." He huffed when she didn't. "Do I have to make a lovely, little comment about you and Jeff?" It was low, but not low enough for Emma to actually be hurt by it. It's not as if he would mean what he said anyway.

"Go ahead." Her smile didn't last long. He lunged for her and grabbed onto the collar of her jacket, attempting to pull it off of her shoulder. "Oi, what do you think you're doing, you child?" She tried to push him away. "Why on earth do you need my jacket?"

"I'll tell you once I've done what I need to do! Give it to me!"

"Not until you tell me what you're going to do with it!"

"Give it!" The sound of Amy clearing her throat had them freezing and looking up. Just across the room was an elderly couple, watching them with looks of horror. It did look a bit weird, what with Emma up against a display case, her jacket halfway down one arm while the Doctor tried to pull it off the rest of the way. "Oh, yes. Hello!" He gave a nervous laugh. "Nothing to see here, move along! There's a man selling toffees across the street if you're interested!" They scurried off and he was quick to take Emma's temporary distraction as the opportunity to yank her jacket off. "Ha!" Before she even had a chance to stop him, he'd wrapped the article of clothing around his fist and had already shattered the glass that surrounded the box.

"Oh, my God!" Her scream could barely be heard over the alarm that immediately sounded. "I knew there was a reason I didn't want to give it to you! Doctor!"

"Run!" Tucking the box under one arm, he grabbed onto her wrist and began dragging her back towards where they'd entered as two security guards started chasing them. As they ran for the TARDIS, he was laughing like a mad man, Emma was still berating him, and Amy just grinned. They bolted into the time machine and he shut the door behind them before hooking the home box up to the console.

"Why are we doing this?" Amy panted.

"'Cause someone on a spaceship twelve thousand years ago is trying to attract my attention. Let's see if we can get the security playback working." The monitor above the console flickered to life to show a grainy image of a woman winking at a camera.

"You used my jacket to break the law, just so we could watch this?" Emma threw her arm out, gesturing towards the screen.

He huffed. "I used your jacket to break a case."

"A case that held an ancient artifact! That's breaking the law, you-"

"The party's over, Doctor Song." They turned back to the screen. "Yet you're still on board."

The woman turned to the man who had spoken. "Sorry, Alistair. I needed to see what was in your vault. Do you all know what's down there? Any of you? Because I'll tell you something. This ship won't reach its destination."

"Wait till she runs. Don't make it look like an execution."

She looked at her watch, almost bored. "Triple-seven, five-slash-three, four, nine-by-ten." The three occupants of the TARDIS all exchanged a look. "Zero, twelve-slash-acorn. Oh, and I could do with an air corridor."

The Doctor immediately went to type on the keyboard, while Emma just blinked at the screen. "I'm sorry, but what was that?"

"Co-ordinates!" He dragged out the first 'O', working on the console to get the TARDIS to materialize.

"Like I said on the dancefloor, you might want to find something to hang onto."

He ran towards the door and threw it open, reaching out to grab onto the woman's hand as she flew towards him. Instead, she slammed right into him and they fell to the floor with her on top. Amy crossed her arms over her chest, the look on her face a bit too angry. "Doctor?"

"River?" The Doctor ignored her, his attention still on the woman above him. She pushed off of him and turned towards the still open door, watching as the ship she was previously on took off.

"Follow that ship."

"They've gone into warp drive, we're losing them! Stay close!" River kept a tight grip on the bar below the monitor, the TARDIS shaking violently as they followed the ship.

"I'm trying!" The Doctor snapped.

"Use the stabilizers."

"There aren't any stabilizers!"

"The blue switches!"

"The blue ones don't do anything, they're just...blue." He was quick to send a glare Emma's way when he heard her snort.

"Yes, they're blue!" River made her way to his side. "They're the blue stabilizers!" She pushed the switches and the TARDIS immediately went calm. "See?" She grinned before walking over to the other side of the console to push another switch.

"Yeah." He threw his arms up into the air. "Well, it's just boring now, isn't it? They're boring-ers." He jiggled one of the controls harder than necessary, anger seeping into his voice. "They're blue boring-ers."

Amy made her way to him. "Doctor," she whispered. "how come she can fly the TARDIS?"

"You call that flying the TARDIS? Ha!" He stared at River before he spun around and stalked over to the jumpseat that Emma was occupying, nearly shoving her out of it when he sat next to her. "Flying the TARDIS...please..." His bad mood seemed to dissipate just slightly when Emma gave him a gentle pat on the head. That all changed, though, when she ruffled his hair and murmured for him to suck it up.

"Okay," River started as she typed away at the keyboard. "I've mapped the probability vectors, done a fold-back on the temporal isometry, charted the ship to its destination, and parked us right alongside."

"Parked us?" The Doctor scowled, standing up. "We haven't landed."

She grabbed onto the monitor, where her high heels were hanging. "Of course we've landed. I just landed her." She moved the screen around the console so he could see it.

"But..." He looked at Amy and Emma before returning his gaze to River. "It didn't make the noise..." He sounded like a confused child.

"What noise?"

"You know, the..." He began to wheeze, trying to imitate the sound that the TARDIS often made when it landed.

"It's not supposed to make that noise." She turned to face him. "You leave the brakes on."

"Yeah, well, it's a brilliant noise. I love that noise. Come along, Pond, let's have a look." He started towards the door and Amy was about to follow, but River stopped them both.

"No, wait! Environment checks."

"Oh, yes, sorry!" He turned back. "Quite right. Environment checks." He made his way to the door and pulled it open, popping his head out. "Nice out."

"We're somewhere in the Garn Belt. There's an atmosphere. Early indications suggest-"

"We're on Alfava Metraxis, the seventh planet of the Dundra System. Oxygen-rich atmosphere, toxins in the soft band, eleven-hour day, and..." He stuck his head back out. "...chances of rain later."

She shook her head, telling Amy, "He thinks he's so hot when he does that."

Amy laughed. "How come you can fly the TARDIS?"

"I had lessons from the very best."

"Well, yeah." The Doctor said smugly, sitting back down beside Emma.

"It's a shame you were busy the day." River held back a smirk and grabbed her shoes off of the monitor. "Right, then. Why did they land here?" She started towards the door, not seeing the Doctor's smile.

"They didn't land."

"Sorry?"

He jumped out of the chair. "You should have checked the home box - it crashed." He shut the door as soon as she stepped out, giving Amy a look before jogging back up to the console.

"Explain!" Amy chased after him. "Who is that and how did she do that museum thing?" She watched him work the controls.

"It's a long story and I don't know most of it. Off we go."

"What are you doing?"

"Leaving. She got to go where she wants to go," he turned two knobs that were clearly meant for a bathtub. "let's go where we want to go."

She didn't hesitate to get in his face. "Are you basically running away?"

"Yep."

"Why?"

"'Cause she's the future, my future."

"Can you run away from that?" She looked him over.

"I can run away from anything I like. Time is not the boss of me."

"You're kind of a jerk today, you know that?" Emma rubbed at her eyes and made her way to the Doctor's vacant side, knowing that if she stayed in the chair any longer she'd fall right to sleep.

"Is that a planet out there?" Amy asked, pointing towards the door.

"Yes, of course it's a planet." He said as if it was completely obvious, giving her a frustrated look. The finger that was pointing at the door was soon pointing at him.

"You promised me a planet." Her hand curled into a fist and she pressed it to her mouth, fighting a smile. "Five minutes?"

He tried to resist the look she was giving him, but soon reluctantly gave in. "Okay, five minutes!"

"Yes!" She ran for the door.

"But that's all, 'cause I'm telling you now, that woman is not dragging me into anything!" He moved to follow her, but stopped when he saw Emma was leaning against the console, eyes shut tightly as she pinched the bridge of her nose. "Are you alright?" When she didn't answer him, he stepped back to her and put a hand on her shoulder. "Emma?"

"Yeah, yeah, fine." She opened her eyes, giving him a tired smile. "Let's go, yeah?" He let it go surprisingly quickly and they followed Amy out the door, standing by River to look up at the burning ship.

"What caused it to crash? Not me." She told them.

"Nah, the airlock would have sealed seconds after you blew it. According to the home box, the warp engines had a phase-shift. No survivors."

"Phase-shift would have to be sabotage." She started to open her purse. "I did warn them."

"About what?"

"Well, at least the building was empty. Aplan temple." She pulled some sort of device out of her bag. "Unoccupied for centuries."

The Doctor moved back to Amy and Emma as the former asked, "Aren't you going to introduce us?"

He groaned. "Amy Pond, Emma Walker, Professor River Song." He gestured between the three girls as he introduced each of them."

River turned around to face them with a gasp. "I'm going to be a Professor someday, am I? How exciting!" She chuckled. "Spoilers!" She started to turn back around, but paused when her gaze landed on Emma. "You know, I had an aunt named Emma. Well, sort of an aunt."

"Really?" She tried to look interested, but she really just wanted to sleep.

"Yes, really." Her widening smile definitely did not go with her next words. "She stole from me."

That had her waking up a bit, her eyes nearly bugging out. "What? What on earth did she steal?"

"There's an even bigger spoiler." She gave her a wink before turning back and returning to whatever she had been doing. Emma couldn't help but wonder what River's aunt could have possible stolen that she couldn't even tell her.

A/N - Hmm, I wonder who River's sort of aunt is? And what she stole ;) Ah, poor Emma, not only is she tired, but soon she's going to have an angel in her eyes. It's your fault, too many of you voted for it! I hope the Jeff thing was cleared up well and you all liked this. I'm nervous, haha.