A/N - If you want to read the actual story of Emma and the Doctor, you can find the prologue on my profile! It's called Caged Bird.

"Tell me a story."

"I've let you have ice cream for dinner, I played a game with you, and I've tucked you in." Emma fluffed up the Doctor's pillows before helping him to lie back down. "I'm not telling you a story. Go to sleep, alright?"

"Please? I can't breathe and my throat hurts." He whined.

She sighed, sitting on the bed beside him. "Fine. One story. Move over a bit!" He wiggled a couple inches away and she followed after, thankful to not be in danger of falling off the bed. "Okay, once upon at time there was a girl. This girl didn't know that Time Lords could get ill, but that pesky, little Doctor proved her-"

"No!" His yell turned to a groan as he grabbed his throat. "Alright, no yelling. I don't want a story about what happened today. I want a real story!"

"Alright, alright. Just stop whining. Once upon a time, there was a handsome prince-"

"Was his name Alfred?"

"...no. His name was...Robert!"

"Robert?"

"Yes, Prince Robert Smith III. He was a strange man-"

"Was he ginger?"

"No! He was a brunette and he hates it when his story is interrupted! Anyway, he was a strange man, unlike any other prince. He tended to ramble on about useless things, and he loved to turn his lessons into adventures-"

"What kind of lessons did he have?"

"That's it!" She slapped her hands on her legs, standing up. "If you're going to keep interrupting me, I'm not telling you a story. Goodnight." She started to walk away, but he grabbed her wrist.

"Don't leave me! I won't interrupt anymore."

She sighed, sitting back down. "If you interrupt again, I'm leaving. Got it?" She was met by a nod. "Good. Robert's parents wanted him to stop acting like a fool and choose a wife. Upset, but wanting to humor his parents, he met with each woman in the kingdom. He denied each one. This one was too boring, that one had bad hair, another's nose wasn't quite right. Of course, eventually, there were very few eligible women left. One of which, was a beggar. When she came, his parents were absolutely appalled. They told him that she was nothing, just a poor girl, but he didn't listen. He kissed her hand and asked her name. Elizabeth, it was. He took her to the garden where they walked and talked, until they got to the roses. He turned to grab a rose, but when he turned back...she was an alien! The body that it had worn to fool him was in a pile at its feet. Now, in its true form, it had fifty-six eyes. Oh, and it's skin was a brown-ish green and it was oozing! It had jagged, broken teeth, and talons for nails, and-"

The sound of snoring cut her off. She looked to the Doctor to see him fast asleep, his cheek pressed against her arm, mouth hanging open. He would have looked cute if he hadn't been drooling on her arm. She slipped away from him, wiping her arm off with his blanket. "Goodnight, Doctor." She leaned down and pressed a kiss against his forehead before leaving the room.