A/N Don't flame Jessica's crying. She's extremely sensitive and dealing with mild depression due to an abusive driver as a baby engine. I have a book with a depressed character who wails, so Jessica does, too, as a note to new readers of Jessica.

Jessica woke up in tears, endless great wails because she had a nightmare of her cruel 1st driver's worst abuse of her. Her crew were called, so whoever came first would know to dry her tears.

Jessica's driver arrived ahead of her fireman and climbed on her buffer beam to comfort her. "There, there, Jessica," he said, pulling out a cloth from his pocket to softly dry her tears. He gently rubbed her sodden cheeks and wiped her tear-filled eyes, listening attentively and trying to understand how she felt. "It was just a nightmare, but just let it all out. I wish I could wipe your unhappiness, so I shall wipe your eyes." He looked compassionately at her. Poor Jessica, he thought. She's got red, puffy eyes all the time from so much weeping and wailing.

Jessica went on wailing as loud and hard as ever she could. She was sniffling hard, coughing, choking on her tears and hiccupping. She gasped and gulped, shaking as her tears poured from her eyes not once stopping and let her driver offer comfort.

He said, as he continued to wipe her tears away, "If you've got to cry, cry it out.". He did his best to reassure her without being overbearing. "I'm here for you, to patiently listen and dry your weeping eyes.". He pressed the cloth to her eyes and wiped all her tears away as best he could.

Jessica wept and wailed until she had no more tears left to shed. Her driver dried her last tears away, patting stray huge water droplets from her face and dapping tears in her eyes away, until they were dry, then went back to the cab with the sodden cloth. Her face was all red and her puffy eyes were sore and flame-red. Her crew gave her a drink and they went on with their day.

Jessica pulled her train, but a rude engine at the last station said, "You're a Really Useless Engine, Jessica. You're an outdated old kettle, nothing but a worthless waste of steam and you belong in the Smelter's Yard, so why not just take yourself there.".

Jessica wanted to flee, but her train had to unload. "Just scrap me," she said. "I've got no reason to live." The feeling passed and she began to cry and wail loudly, her face wet with thick tears as she sniffled, long and loud.

"Cry-engine!" the rude engine said and left the station.

Jesica's driver went to comfort her. "Jessica, I know you feel worthless, but it's not how I feel. I know you're hurting, so go ahead and cry," he said, pulling out a cloth from his pocket for her tears. "I wish I could wipe your hurt, so I shall wipe your eyes." He gently rubbed her sodden cheeks and wiped her tear-wet eyes, comforting her as he had before.

Jessica's huge tears poured out. She sniffled again, hard, coughed as she choked on her wailing sobs and hiccupped. She gasped and gulped, shaking with her tears not once stopping, as her driver comforted her.

He said, as he continued to wipe her tears away, "I know you don't feel like more than what that rude engine says, but you're not a useless, worthless waste of steam.". He gave her the same empathy as before, as he held the cloth to her eyes, for her to sob into and wiped all her tears away as best he could.

Jessica's wailing sobs were endless as she wept non-stop until she could cry no more. Her driver dried her last tears away, wiping her cheeks and eyes until they were dry, then went back to the cab with the sodden cloth and she had a drink. Her face was red and so were her puffy eyes.

Jessica's therapy session with Dr. Tom came. He asked Jessica, "How are you?"

"Awful," said Jessica, "I had a nightmare this morning and then I had a crying fit at the station because of a rude engine. The nightmare was of the worst abuse I had from my cruel first driver." Then, her words were drowned in tears as she began to cry, wailing loudly.

Dr. Tom said, "Cry, Jessica. Let your personal waterfall flow. If you're overwhelmed with emotion, let it all out."

Jessica's driver said, "Cry as you want. This is a safe place to shed some tears." and he dried her great tears with a cloth.

Jessica's tears stopped and her driver went back to the cab with the sodden cloth. Her face was all red and her sore, swollen eyes were flame-red. The session went on.

After therapy, Jessica had a drink and finished out her day. At the end of the day, she wailed herself to sleep with her driver to wipe the tears from her eyes.

A/N Doing the Autumn New Years request next and posting it New Years Eve where I am. Then, Emily Engine Therapist will be my next fic.