A/N - By request, there's a physical description of Emma on my profie! So, if you wanted to know what she looks like in my mind, head on over! And this is the only chapter that has a title longer than one word!

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This chapter was requested by Whovianguitarist!

Disclaimer - I don't own Doctor Who. I only own my OC, Emma Walker.

"Emma?"

The girl in question looked away from the menu on the wall to the man that tapped her on the shoulder. "Yea- oh, my God. Derek!" She immediately wrapped her arms around him. "What's it been? Four, five years?"

"Four, but-"

The sound of someone clearing their throat cut him off. "Hello." The Doctor stepped forward, itching to pry them apart. "Who's this? An old friend of yours?"

"Oh!" Emma pulled away from Derek. "Derek, this is the Doctor. Doctor, this is-"

"Derek Milligan." He thrust his hand out to the Doctor, a smug smile on his face. "Me and Ember went together a few years back."

"Ember?" He said the name in disgust, staring at Derek's hand like it had a severely contagious disease on it. He felt Emma's elbow jab him in the ribs. God, she'd forgotten how competitive Derek was when it came to other men. Mix that with an egotistical show off like her Doctor...

"It's a nickname." She gave an awkward laugh. "Well, Derek, it's been good seeing you, but-"

"Are you her new boyfriend?"

"No." His jaw clenched. "I'm her friend that she travels with."

Derek smirked. "Oh." He turned to Emma. "How long are you going to stay here for? Maybe we could get dinner and catch up, yeah?"

"I think she'll have to pass." The Doctor answered for her, grabbing onto her wrist. "We definitely won't be here long enough for that." He tried to pull her away, but Derek was quick to grab onto her wrist.

"I don't think you speak for her."

"Well, I don't care what you think."

"Let her speak for herself!" Derek spat, releasing her arm. "What do you want Emma? Do you want to go out with me or travel with this mental patient?"

"It's obvious who she's going to choose. Hint: it's me!"

"Oh, please. We have history, she's going to choose me."

Emma looked back and forth between them as they continued to argue. "Stop it!" She yelled and they both stared her down, waiting for her choice. "I...well...oh, whatever!" She grabbed the Doctor's face and slammed her lips against his. His arms flailed for a moment, but they settled down quick, his hands going to her hips. "Sorry, Derek." She said when she pulled back. "I can't make it to dinner." With that, she slipped her hand into the Doctor's and tugged him in the direction of the TARDIS. The kiss wasn't supposed to be romantic, just a way to shut them both up and make her choice without saying it. The Doctor, who was grinning like an idiot, didn't know that.

But then again, just because the kiss wasn't supposed to be romantic, doesn't mean it wasn't.

A/N - Well, I don't know what that ending was...request!