A/N - I swear, we'll get to some angsty chapters! I've just always been more into humor, haha.
Disclaimer - I don't own Doctor Who.
"We're lost."
"We're not lost."
"We're going in circles. That's the fourth time we've passed by that boulder!"
"Perhaps all the boulders in this forest look alike. Have you ever thought of that?"
"Perhaps we're lost. Have you ever thought of that?"
"No. I don't get lost."
Emma's loud burst of laughter had the Doctor stopping to glare at her. "Oh, sweetheart, I'm sorry." She giggled. "You may be a Time Lord, but you're still a man. You have that stubborn thing where you refuse to admit to being lost, and when you finally do admit it, you probably won't ask for directions, right?"
"No, Emma, I won't ask for directions. Because we're not lost!" Fists clenched, he started down the dirt path again, leaving her in the dust.
"Doctor, wait!" She ran to catch up with him. "If I'm going to be lost, I want to be lost with you." She hugged his arm, pressing her cheek to his shoulder.
"If you think acting all sweet like that is going to make me admit to being lost, you can think again, because we're not lost."
"Sweet? I wasn't being sweet! This forest is full of monsters that are craving wanderers like ourselves, you know." She smiled up at him. "I want them to eat you first, so I can run away."