A/N - I wrote this as soon as I woke up, so I figured I might as well post it now ;) Also, I already have another one-shot written and I'll put it up tonight.
Disclaimer - I don't own Doctor Who.
"You're a waitress? Honestly?"
Emma turned around to see the Doctor standing there, a smirk on his face. "Doctor!" She all but dropped the empty tray she was holding and ran to him, throwing her arms around him. He was taken by surprise at first, but was quick to hug her back, lifting her up and spinning her around. "God, I'm sorry!" She yelled when her feet were finally on the ground. "I should have never called you a pompous git, or any of that."
"I should be the one apologizing! I was treating you like my property, or something."
"Yeah, you were pretty out of line, telling me what to do like that...but I was being a brat, so you can't take all of the blame."
They smiled at each other. "So," he started. "how long has it been in your time?"
"One month. You?"
"Three hours, forty-six minutes, and fifteen seconds...and counting." He reached up to fiddle with his bow tie. "Look, I know you've established a life here, and you know that I can't stop being angry or having a big head sometimes, but would you like to come ba-"
"Yes!" Her arms were around his neck in an instant, face buried in his jacket. "A million times, yes. It's alright here, but their television shows are strange, everyone is named Fred, and I missed yo-" She paused, eyes wide, and took a step back. "Yodeling. I miss yodeling. They don't have yodeling, you know?" A blush began to heat up her face. "Um, let's go?"
"Yes, of course. This planet makes me uncomfortable." They started towards the door. "Oi, we could yodel in the TARDIS, if you want!"
A/N - Most people take time to forgive, but they're much different than most.