A/N - AH, yes, this is out so quickly because I'm very sad and writing these is the only thing that makes me feel better.
Disclaimer - I don't own Doctor Who.
"See that one? That's Perseus."
"I don't see it."
"Look," the Doctor pointed to the sky. "follow my finger. See? It's the shape of a man, sort of."
"Oh, yeah! What's that one?"
"Hydrus."
"What about that one?"
"Nothing. That's just a cluster of stars."
"Oh. Well, it looks like a playful puppy. Chasing a ball. Doctor, it's actually chasing a ball made of stars." Emma grabbed the grass beneath her, pushing herself up into a sitting position.
"Did I not tell you that the stars move here?" The Doctor sat up as well, grinning at the amazement on her face. He looked to the sky and let out a loud whistle. The puppy's head turned and its tail began to wag, some sort of bright dust shaking off it and sprinkling to the ground below.
Emma laughed, moving closer to the Doctor and laying her head on his shoulder. "Can I have a puppy?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"It'll go to the bathroom all over my TARDIS."
"I'll clean up after it!"
"That's what you say."
"I promise."
He sighed, smiling and leaning his head on top of hers. "Just look at the stars, Emma."