The Doctor's Cold (Doctor Who fanfic)

Chapter One: Not Sick

“What should I do?!” The Doctor thought as he paced back and forth in the TARDIS. Amy, River and Rory were all told that he forgot his sonic and had to go back in the middle of exploring a beautiful planet with mountains and orange grass.

He sniffled, trying to ignore the tickle that had been in his nose for an hour now. “I can’t be sick! How could I be sick?” he couldn’t think of any way he could have caught a head cold, he hadn’t been to earth recently, and even if he had his immune system is stronger than a human’s.

“HET-CHOO” his hand quickly came to his mouth when he sneezed. He reached for his handkerchief that was on the seat next to the console. He wiped his nose then sniffled.

He sat down and decided to rest his eyes. “They’ll be too caught up in exploring, shouldn’t be back for another hour.” He thought to himself.

After what he thought were just couple minutes his eyes shot open when he heard the TARDIS door open. “Doctor?” there was Concern in Amy’s voice. No matter how much he was happy that Amy was here, he couldn’t let anyone know that he wasn’t feeling well. He feared that if they knew he was sick, they wouldn’t feel safe enough to trust him. Which at the time, made sense to The Doctor.

When the doctor saw Amy walk in, adrenaline shot through his body and he immediately stood up, hiding his handkerchief in his jacket pocket. “Abey!” he tried to sound cheery, but feared he was failing once he heard how his voice had changed since Amy last saw him.

 As Amy walked further in, Rory and River followed behind. The Doctor’s Eyes became wide when he saw them.

“Why didn’t you tell us you were sick?” Rory said as soon as he saw The Doctor.

The Doctor then realized that Rory was a nurse and that he could tell a sick person within a second.

But the doctor didn’t give up, “I’m not.” He said. He tried to sniffle as quietly as possible.

“You do look kind of hot.” Amy said. River nodded in agreement.

“Of course I do!” The Doctor smiled.

Amy ignored his attempt to steer her away from the fact that he was sick “No, I mean are you running a fever?” Her soft hand touched his forehead. “Of course he’s sick.” River said.

 The Doctor found himself being forced to sit back down by Amy, who was surprisingly stronger than she looked. River was behind with Rory with an amused smile on her face as she watched Amy yell at him. But she never enjoyed seeing her Time Lord sick, she just hid it better than Amy. 

“You need to go to bed!” Amy was just making The Doctor’s headache worse. “You’re sick!” she continued.

The Doctor was able to resist Amy’s attempts and stood up, sniffling rapidly, then found his face buried in his handkerchief “HET-SHOO”

 “I don’t care if I am sick,” His congested voice was hard to ignore. “I still have things to do!”

Rory, Amy and River all waited for him to explain why he should be up walking around when he’s sick, and the doctor noticed they were waiting.

“For example,” he started, sniffling “What’s that beeping?” He pointed to the screen on his console and moved it toward him.

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Amy wasn’t having this. The Doctor was sick, and she hated seeing him sick. She wanted him better! “Doctor, I really think you shouldn’t be…” but he was already buried into the information the screen displayed.

His eyes got bigger and bigger as he read further, in what appeared to be, some sort of alien language.

Before the doctor was able to finish reading, he had another annoyance from his nose. “HET-CHOO! H-H-HETCHOO!” He groaned as he wiped his nose with his already soiled handkerchief.

After a few minutes with sneezes scattered in between, he finally said “Okay!”

“What’s it say?” Rory asked as The Doctor reached into his jacket pocket.

“It says,” the doctor coughed, “It- it says ‘Look at your psychic paper.’”

“What?! We waited ten minutes for you to read that?!” Amy yelled. “And isn’t the tardis supposed to translate for you?!”

The other three could tell she was masking her concern for the doctor in her usual way.

The Doctor sighed. “Well it’s not . . .” He pulled out his psychic paper.

“Not what?’ river asked.

“It’s just that it’s not excactly . . .”

“What?” Rivers hand was on The Doctors back, which he definitely wasn’t going to argue against.

“It’s not exactly a real language.”