A/N James as a baby engine, meaning new built.

The workers were busy building a new engine at the workshop. They finished building the engine and named him James. James came alive, blinked his eyes, twitched his nose, opened his mouth and breathed for the first time. His face showed the abilities to be interested in the world around him, proud and cheeky as he smiled briefly, but then looked towards his tender, feeling sensations of needing something. He was unable to speak, due to not being in steam, but he gestured to his tender with his eyes.

"We shall get you coal and water," one of the workmen said.

James made a face indicating he approved.

The workers had another engine shunt James to the water column and the coaling plant.

"James," he said, now able to speak, because he was in steam for the first time.

James, unlike the rest of his class, had a front pony truck. They put him through his tests, then said he could work.

"You're a mixed traffic engine, James," a workman said. "So, you can pull passengers or goods."

James now had a crew. Then, one day, he was feeling unloved and all his held back tears came out of his eyes as he began to cry for the first time, hard. He said, through his sniffles, "If you want to be with me, you've got to comfort me," to his crew. "Why are my eyes leaking?"

"There, there, James," his driver said, softly drying his engine's tears with a cloth. "It's tears and they happen due to emotion. It's fine to feel this way. I care about you.". He gently rubbed his engine's cheeks and wiped his teary eyes, listening attentively to pick up on his values and cues.

James cried and sniffled more. "I just couldn't hold back my emotions anymore," he said and let his driver comfort him.

He said, as he continued to wipe the tears away, "Let it all out. No judgment from me, just caring and compassion. It's valid to cry when you don't feel loved. How about doing something fun to cheer you up after you finish your cry?". He didn't try to fix James' mood, just let him feel without judgment.

James' cries and sniffles subsided, his emotions spent. His driver dried his last tears away, wiping his cheeks and eyes dry of tears, then went back to the cab with the sodden cloth. His crew gave him a drink.

James was put up for sale, as the railway had enough engines of its own already.

A/N Respect my story.