"You obsessed freaksters! I hate you! You know NOTHING about human race! You know nothing about the Doctor and about my friends to judge them!"
The three giant birdlike creatures were frozen - they didn't expect such a small and weak-looking child yelling at them at the top of his lungs, his blue eyes full of fury. Like David and three Goliaths. The Doctor caught the moment when they didn't move, grabbed Five in his arms and dashed into TARDIS doors.
"What got into you, Fivey?" he asked, leaning against the closed doors. "We have stopped them, but you..."
"They had no right to think that A-Alice, Rhodie and Kaster are wrong". Now Five's voice was very small and hissing. "They are friends, they are good, they are..."
"Only three-quarter humans", the Doctor sighed, "and it's no good for racists. For them, everybody except the "correct" ones is wrong... Five?"
The boy burst out sobbing, repeating "they are wrong, they are wrong" over and over again. The Doctor cuddled the child, caressing his chin-length blond hair and whispering something soothing to lull him. Thank goodness everyone was outside the console room now... Soon Five's body stopped vigorously shaking, and the Doctor stood up, approaching to Paul who entered the console room.
"You know better how to calm him down, Steamer", he whispered, passing the boy to her. Now Five was hanging like a rag doll, completely worn out, so Paul brought him to his room and put into bed, then kissed his closed eyes (his lashes were wet, stuck together and salty with weeping) - first left, then right. But before she could leave, the familiar little voice asked:
"Stay".
"You thought I was going to leave you all alone?" Paul wondered. "I'm not".
A/N: Five Kitekid is the child from dystopian version of future where emotions are banned and taken as a sin, this is why he's very shy when it comes to expressing them. And, apart from this, he's not just a kid. But that's another story.