A/N - Thank you to UltimateDoctorWhoFanGirl, MayFairy, and Whyna Katran for reviewing!
Disclaimer - I don't own Doctor Who.
"Doctor, are they gone? Doctor?" Emma slowly opened her eyes and looked around. The room was nearly empty, aside from the Doctor lying far too still on the floor. "Doctor!" She ran to him, collapsing on her knees and grabbing his face. "Come on, you did it! They've gone back to their home planet." She slapped his cheek lightly. "Wake up, breathe, do something!" She shook her head, feeling tears prick at her eyes. "Why aren't you breathing, you bloody idiot? You can't be dead! They're just stupid aliens! You...you're the Doctor. You're supposed to regenerate, or something." She reached up to stroke his hair. "My last words to you will not be, 'can I open my eyes yet, arsehole'." He stayed still, not one part of him moving, and she dropped her head in her hands, letting out a soft sob.
"What are you crying for?"
She froze, raising her head to see that he was now sitting up, staring at her. "Doctor?"
"Yeah?"
"You're not dead!" She threw her arms around him, burying her face in his neck. She felt his chest rumble against hers as he laughed and wrapped an arm around her. "You're not dead, you're not-" She suddenly stopped and pushed herself away from him. "You're not dead. Why aren't you dead?"
"Hmm? Oh, I was just playing a bit of possum to fool the aliens."
"Aliens aren't the only ones you fooled!" She growled, jumping to her feet. "Why in the hell didn't you get up when I called you?"
He smiled sheepishly and stood, scratching the back of his head. "I might have dozed off for a second. I didn't wake up until you touched my hair. Which felt really good, by the way. Would it be strange to ask you to do that more often?" His smile slowly faded away as she glared at him.
"Yes, it would be strange! I thought you were dead! I honestly thought I'd lost you." He let out a small chuckle and her fists clenched at her sides. "What is so funny?"
"You were crying 'cause of me!" He pointed to himself. "You missed me!"
"When you're actually dead, I certainly won't miss you."
"Oh, I didn't mean to trick you like that! Stop acting so immature."
"You're one to talk, Mr. Five-year-old-trapped-in-a-thirty-year-old's-body!"
"Thirty? I don't look a day over three hundred!"
"Yeah, that sounds about right."
"Oi, don't get smart with me! You know what I meant."
"That you look old?"
He sighed. "I can't even die without you being cruel to me, can I?"
"You didn't actually die!"
"I could have!"
"But you didn't!"
A/N - Everything turns into an argument with these two. One of these days, I'll write a pure fluff chapter. Remember, requests are very welcome! :) If there's anything at all that you want, just let me know. I can't keep coming up with ideas for the rest of my life, haha.