A/N - So, I've recently gotten into Sherlock (damn my weakness) and do you understand how badly I want to write Moriarty/Emma/The Doctor? It's moments like these where I absolutely loathe myself.

And just so you all know, if you haven't seen, I've put up the last chapter of Spell!

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"And in the middle of the night, I may watch you go."

The Doctor stepped out from under the console, pushing his goggles onto the top of his head as the soft voice drifted from the hallway. "There'll be no value in the strength of walls that I have grown." Forgetting all about the engine, he dropped his goggles on the floor and made his way up the stairs. "There'll be no comfort in the shade of the shadows thrown." He walked up another set of stairs, into the hallway. "But I'd be yours if you'd be mine." The closer he got to Emma's bedroom, the louder the singing got. "Stretch out my life, and pick the seams out. Take what you like, but close my ears and eyes. Watch me stumble over and over." He slowly pushed the door open to see Emma sitting on her bed, running a brush through her hair. "I had done wrong-"

"What are you doing?" She jumped at the sound of his voice, the brush falling from her grip and to the carpeted floor below.

"Sorry, could you hear me? I didn't mean to be so loud." Her face went red and she bent over to grab the fallen brush. "I'll try to be quieter."

"I didn't ask you to be quieter, Emma." He said softly, stepping in side and sitting on the bed beside her. "I liked it. Could you continue?"

She looked confused, and she usually hated singing in front of anyone, but she nodded anyway. She placed the brush aside and when she turned back, he laid his head in her lap. She looked down at him in surprise. "Doctor, what are you-"

"Please, sing."

"Um, okay." Staring down at him, she could see how sad and tired he was. It was obvious before now, but she'd never gotten to see it so close. She felt her heart clench and she reached down to run a hand through his hair. "When I'm counting up my demons, saw there was one for every day." She slid the back of her hand over his cheek and he sighed. "With the good ones on my shoulder, I drove the other ones away. Look at me." She lifted his head and he sat up, one tear falling down his cheek. "Shh." She wiped it away with her thumb. "If you ever feel neglected, if you think all is lost. I'll be counting up my demons, yeah." She wrapped an arm around him, letting him bury his face in her shoulder. "Hoping everything's not lost."

A/N - I figured it was time for some vulnerable and sad Doctor. Just to break your hearts. And mine. I hope he didn't seem too out of character! And, hey, remember when the Doctor faked his death and asked Emma if it would be weird to ask her to do it more often, and she said it would be? Now she's doing it voluntarily! Their relationship is developing.