Hello, lovelies! I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while, (uni's been crazy) but here's a fun little chapter to tide you over until the plot bunnies return. I know it's not very long, and not exactly plot-heavy, but I haven't written anything in a long time, and this was pretty fun to do.

"I still don't see why I had to ride in the back. It was /quite/ clear I called shotgun first." The Doctor grumbled.
"No way, Doc Hollywood, I called shotgun first, so I should be the one in the front." Shawn said, sitting beside the Doctor.

"Both of you are acting like children." Gus snapped from the driver's seat. "So since neither of you could agree who got to sit in the front, neither of you get to."

"That is completely unfair, Gus. I'm your best friend!"

"Who is acting like a child! Which is why Martha is sitting up here!"

…"Did you just call me 'Doc Hollywood?" The Doctor asked, turning to Shawn.

"Yes, I did. Would you prefer Doc Brown? Ohh! Yes, you're Doc Brown."

"Ah…just 'Doctor' will do nicely…"

Gus lets out a small laugh from the driver's seat. "You know, this is kind of fun when it isn't happening to me."

Martha turns to him, grinning, "Does he do that often?"

"Plenty. I won't even go in to everything he's called me."

"Funny, the Doctor usually sticks to 'John Smith,' or something unmemorable like that."

"But that's boring." Shawn said. "What's the point of a nickname if it's so…dull?"

"Because it's not supposed to be memorable!" the Doctor snapped. "I can't go 'round the universe very well if I'm so well remembered, can I?"

"It's still boring."

"Well, yes, thank you, Mister Not-Psychic, for your input."

"See, you're getting better! Still, needs improvement…and I could be a very good psychic. I can at least tell when someone's holding a blank piece of paper to my face."

"That…was impressive." the Doctor admitted. "Not many people can see through my psychic paper."

"Wait…you're paper's psychic?!"

"Don't be daft; of course not. It's just…perceptive. It tricks the mind into seeing whatever I want it to."

"That's fantastic. Can I—"

"No."

"But—"

"Definitely no."

"…You're no fun."

"I happen to think I'm quite fun, actually. Just see me at parties."

"…Is that an offer to take us to a space party?"

"No, not—"

"I accept your offer. So does Gus."

"But I wasn't—"

"A space party does seem pretty neat." Gus decided, glancing at Martha.

"… Fine. One trip. After we finish with this."

"Deal!" Shawn grinned. "Doc Brown, you are awesome."

"…Can't you just call me the Doctor?"

"…Probably not…I could call you Mr. Peabody, I guess…do you like dogs?"

" …On second thought, Doc Brown isn't that bad."

Gus cautiously pulled up to a dilapidated house. "Uh, are you sure this is the right place, Doctor?"

"Of course I'm sure…enough. I'd say, eighty-five, eighty-six percent sure."

"Right. Let's go find a Ke-Sha, then."

"Uh, Doctor?" Martha turned around, facing him. "What exactly are you planning on doing?"

"Most humans can't handle the Ke-Sha. They panic, and…"

"Organ stew." Shawn supplied.

"Right. But if I let it enter me, I can take it home."

"You're going to let that thing possess you?" Martha asked, alarmed.

"Don't worry, Martha. I'll be in control. It's just a child."

"What if something goes wrong? Doctor, there's no telling—"

"Martha. Do you trust me?"

"You know I do. But this…it's dangerous."

"Nahh…I've been in worse situations."

"That's really not reassuring."

"Martha. Martha Jones. I promise you, I'll be fine. Okay?" He grinned reassuringly at her.

Not completely convinced, Martha gave a small nod, frowning. "Right. Fine. But if something goes wrong, kick it out. Or…or kill it, or something."

"I'm not going to kill it! It's a child!"

"Doctor, just…promise me you'll be safe."

"Come on, Martha, you know me.."

She swallowed. "And that's why I'm worried."

There was a brief moment of silence, then Shawn piped up, starting to get out of the car. "Come on, let's find the alien. Maybe if we're lucky, she'll sing one of her greatest hits." He chuckles to himself. "That's funny, because Ke-Sha sounds like Ke$ha. And Gus loves Ke$ha."

Gus glared at Shawn. "For the last time, Shawn—you know what? Forget it. Let's find the alien." He glanced at Martha. "And maybe after, we can get some sushi to celebrate?"

"I love sushi!" Shawn exclaimed. "The chopsticks are so fun." He began to mime playing with chopsticks, leaving the Blueberry.

"They really are fun." The Doctor agreed, getting out of the car. "Sushi sounds lovely, Mister Guster. Brilliant idea. Alien first, of course."

"No, I…right. Of course." Gus sank into his seat.

Martha grinned at him. "Neither of them can take a hint, can they? Maybe we can do something later—you could show me your office. Pharmaceuticals, right?"

Gus perked up. "Really? You'd want to see my office? Not the Psych office, my office."

"Well, yeah. Sounds interesting."

Gus grinned. "You've got yourself a deal."

So? What'd you think? Honestly, any feedback is welcome, and comments really will encourage me to write more. I do have an idea as to where I 'd like to go with this, it'll just take a bit to get there. But I'm still writing, so don't give up! I'll try to do more soon, okay? Pretty please review!