A/N - This whole story is about an OC travelling with the Doctor. I was going to make this reader-insert, but I know how much you all hate that, so...
If you have any requests, let me know!
Disclaimer - I don't own Doctor Who.
"You know, Emma, now that we're in Ancient Rome, there's something I need to ask you."
Emma looked at the Doctor, warily. "What is it?"
"What's the difference between an angry circus owner and a Roman barber?" The corners of his mouth twitched as he tried to keep from smiling.
"Uh," she furrowed her brow. "I don't know?"
"One is a raving showman, and the other is a shaving Roman!" He slapped his hands together. "Isn't that great? I heard that a few months back, when we landed in that care home. I've been- why are you looking at me like that?" His face fell when he noticed her gaping at him.
"I'm surprised I'm not crippled from the embarrassment you cause me." She spun on her heel, stomping away from him.
"That was funny! Alright, maybe it wasn't the best joke, but that's no reason to throw yourself in front of a chariot. Emma!"