It must contain at least two of these:
"Look, when I rub it, it squeaks!"
If I give them to you, you have to promise you won't stick them up your nose
It was too late, it was official, (s)he was emo
There was a very good reason the sun was blue, a very good reason indeed.
This was worse than the year that never happened; and completely overshadowed the year that happened twice
"I have a twinkie!"

I thoroughly enjoyed writing this fic! I hope you enjoy reading. I ended up using all the prompts... but anyway. Review, please! Thanks to KitCatty for proposing the challenge in the first place.

Jack was bent over in complete concentration, a tiny crayon clutched in his oversized man-hand.

The Doctor walked in, brisk until he saw the hunched person, and his steps slowed to an almost comical pace. His head cocked ever so slowly to the side as he observed.

"Ja-ack?" he asked slowly. Jack's head snapped up alertly, then dropped down silently once the threat had been deemed nonexistent. "Jack!"

"Wha'?" he mumbled noncommittally, bending down further.

"That cannot be good for your back," muttered the Doctor before continuing more loudly. "What are you doing, exactly?"

Jack remained unresponsive for a moment, before startling the Doctor by leaping up with an excited smile and shoving the piece of paper in his face. With crossed eyes, he was able to make out some roughly coloured triangles.

They were a light yellowy brown, and the surface they were on was pale yellow. There was a small patch of light blue at the top of the paper which was mostly obscured by a large dark blue smudge. After pushing the paper away slightly and studying it with clearer eyes, he still had absolutely no idea what he was looking at.

"I have absolutely no idea what I'm looking at."

Jack's face fell.

"It's... it's Egypt," offered Jack in a small voice, before turning away dejectedly with his shoulders slumped. The Doctor's heart pretty much broke as the paper was left to twirl to the floor and Jack turned his face away.

"Oh, oh, Jack, I'm sorry!" cried the Doctor instantly, his face scrunching up into an 'oooh, I shouldn't have done that' expression.

Even as he bent down to comfort the man, he knew: it was too late.

It was official - he was emo.

"I have a twinkie!" attempted the Doctor, brandishing the small treat. No response.

Damn! I'll have to try something else.... He vigorously rubbed at the floor with the sole of his shoe.

"Look! When I rub it, it squeaks!" tried the Doctor with a forced grin. His knee joints were beginning to complain a little, and his ears were ringing forcefully with the violent screeches. His teeth gritted hard behind the smile, and when Jack gave no response, he threw his hands into the air in frustration.

What am I doing wrong? He's got a childlike mind... this should be impressing him. Hmm... maybe I'm going too old. This is toddler stuff – he's more in the stage of moody infant.

"Jack," he started in a soothing tone. "What's wrong, bub?"

Jack turned to him with such a sullen and angry expression that he nearly took a scared step back. "There was a very good reason that the sun was blue... a very good reason indeed..." growled Jack menacingly, turning slowly back away from the Doctor as he spoke.

Oh god, he's gone insane too. This is worse than the year that never happened, and completely overshadows the year that happened twice...!

The Doctor then decided that maybe changing the subject of the conversation might work.

"Hey, Jack," said the Doctor, reaching for the crayons. "Can I have a go?"

Before he got close, Jack reached out and snatched them, holding them close to his chest before spinning to face the inwardly exulting Doc.

"If I give them to you," said Jack seriously, "you have to promise not to stick them up your nose."