A/N - Okay, so Eternal Awesomosity wants Moriarty/Emma/The Doctor. Anybody else? Or would you rather I make it a separate thing? I just really want to write it :P

I'm also really tempted to write Emma/Jack as sort of a 'what if' thing where she met him before the Doctor, you know? Ugh, I write too many things at once :(

Thank you to UltimateDoctorWhoFanGirl, ConfusedSoAmI, Last-Catastrophe, Ali, Lady Island Rose, MayFairy, and Eternal Awesomosity for reviewing!

This was requested by Last-Catastrophe! If anyone requested something a while back, and I haven't done it, it's probably gotten lost far back in all the reviews! Just request it again and I'll be sure to do it as soon as I can :)

Disclaimer - I don't own Doctor Who.

"Ow!"

The Doctor looked back to see that Emma had slammed into the wall and was now rubbing her nose. "Oh, sorry!" He grabbed her hands, helping her into the TARDIS. "Forgot that I had to guide you." He chuckled. He lead her carefully up the steps and sat her down in the jumpseat. "How are you feeling?"

"Why?" She deadpanned. "Why do these things happen to me? I get paralyzed, I get bitten, and now I'm temporarily blind!" Because of that, she didn't realize that the Doctor had walked away and she was staring into space. "Can't something bad happen to you for once?"

"I think you should be glad that this is temporary." She turned towards the sound of his voice. "Some people aren't so lucky."

"Oh, please." She glared at what she thought was him. It was a speck of dust, but he decided not to tell her. "Do not give me the 'someone has it worse than you' speech. I'm fully aware and sympathetic, but right now I want to have a pity party for me." He silently mocked her, rolling his eyes and mouthing the words she'd said, taking full advantage of the fact that she couldn't see him. "You're mocking me, aren't you?" He froze.

"...no. Maybe you should sleep this off, eh?" He pulled her to her feet before she could protest. "Stairs." He said as they approached them, giving her barely enough time to stumble up them. "Yes, here we are. We're in your room."

"Really? I thought you dragged me into a dungeon to be feasted on by cat-sized rats."

He sighed. "After all our time together, I thought you'd have some faith in-"

"I was being sarcastic!"

"Oh. Right."

"Could you find me something to sleep in? I sort of, you know, can't see what I'm doing."

"Of course." He pushed her onto the foot of the bed before turning to her dresser, opening one of the top drawers. He threw a scrap of fabric back into it as soon as he lifted it out, slamming the drawer back shut. He was glad she couldn't see him blushing.

"What was that?"

"Nothing!" He cleared his throat. "Where do you keep your pyjamas?"

"Second drawer."

He nodded and moved to the drawer below, pulling it open. He grabbed the first thing he saw, floral pants and a bright orange shirt, and placed them in her lap. "Do you, um..." The blush that had just started to go away was back full force. "Do you need help putting them on?"

"No!" Her face turned just as red as his. "I can manage that, thank you."

"Right, so I'll just..."

She waited until she thought he left before she reached up to unbutton her shirt. It wasn't until the third button that she heard a voice. "Oh, I should go, shouldn't I?" She screamed and jumped back, a hand going to her chest as her heart sped up.

"I thought you'd already gone! You can't just do that to someone who can't see!"

A/N - Hope you all liked it!