A/N - My, it's been a bit, hasn't it? I'm back! If you read Spell, you'll know that I've been away because of my birthday, so sorry about that. But leggo! Okay, I'm sorry. Let's go. I'll never say leggo again...

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"I've never done this before."

"Me neither."

"Is it normally this slow?"

"I don't know. I usually just sleep through it."

"Ah. Thanks for doing this with me, Em."

"You're welcome. I figured we'd both enjoy it, so why not?"

"Oh, yes, I enjoy it. I'm almost a hundred percent sure that you're enjoying it, and I couldn't blame you..."

Emma rolled her eyes, yawning as she pulled her arms into her coat and huddled up to the Doctor. "It really is beautiful." She muttered. "Much better than the sunset." She tried to keep looking at the light blue and orange sky, but her eyelids were getting heavier. She couldn't even bring herself to care that they were sitting on the edge of a roof, she was so tired. The Doctor would catch her, anyway.

"I should have done this centuries ago! The brisk air, the brilliant colors of the sky, the sound of birds!" He grinned as a mourning dove cooed in the distance. "Why don't we do this every morning? I bet Amy and Rory would love this! What do you say, tomorrow morning, me, you, Amy, and Rory watch the sunrise together?" He furrowed his brow when he got no answer. "Emma?" He looked down to see that she was fast asleep, half of her face buried in his side. He laughed to himself. "Wake up, Emma." He ghosted his index finger over her cheek, making her scrunch her nose and swat at his hand. "You're about to fall into New York City traffic!"

She gave a half-hearted shrug. "I accept my death."

"Alright, let's go back into the TARDIS." He tried to stand, but she grabbed his shirt. "Em," he chuckled. "don't you want to go to bed?"

"No. Roof's nice. Brisk air, brilliant colors, birds."

"You're just copying what I said."

"Mmm." She was asleep again. With a sigh, the Doctor wrapped his arm around her and kept his eyes on the sun. That is, until she spoke again. "Doctor, it's in my shoe."

He blinked in confusion, eyeing her socked feet. "You're not wearing shoes."

"No, no, it's there." She squirmed.

"What's there?"

"The goldfish! It's floppin' around like a cat in water. Which is funny, 'cause if it was in water, it wouldn't be flopping." She giggled for a moment, but it soon turned into a gasp. "No, Doctor, I mean it! Get it out."

"There's nothing-"

"Oh! It's just Prince Harry. He's handsome. He can stay in my shoe. I'll be the Princess."

"Are you...you're talking in your sleep!" He looked down to see her eyes closed. The drool getting on his shirt confirmed that she wasn't faking. "Hm, Prince Harry doesn't want to marry you."

She gasped again. "How dare y- no, you're right, but Mickey Mouse proposed to me. Fuck Harry, I'll have Mickey's half mouse babies. We'll name them after cheeses!"

He shook his head, smirking to himself and leaning back on his elbows with a dreaming Emma on his chest. As the sun rose, she continued to mumble and slur about cheeses that would make good names. The Doctor's personal favorite was Roquefort.

A/N - Remember to request whatever you want! And props if your mind was dirty enough to get confused at the beginning of this, haha.