The Doctor's Cold (Doctor Who fanfic)

Chapter Eleven: Need a Doctor

She didn’t want anything more than to see her Time Lord’s cheery smile and that stupid bow-tie he insisted on wearing because “Bow-ties are cool” he always said.

But she couldn’t see that man. She was stuck in bed, too weak to move, a sore throat that kept her from desiring to eat or drink anytime soon and uncontrollable shivering. River Song felt Terrible.

Rory, on the other hand could move . . . barely. His nose was too stuffed up to breathe through it, so he depended on his mouth for air.

Amy woke up to the sound of dry coughs from a few feet away. “Rory?” she said, concern in her voice.

“Yeah, sorry I woke you.” He said in a hoarse voice.

She shook her head dismissing it “What’s wrong? Why are you sleeping on the floor?”

“I didn’t want you to get ill.”

“Well you need to get into bed.” She said as she slipped a shirt on over her camisole. She stood up, grabbing Rory’s arm to help him get into bed.

That’s when he found out exactly how well his legs worked. When he finally got into bed, Amy put the blankets over her shivering husband and went to find the Doctor.

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            He did it. He finally did it. He defeated the Daleks. And all it took was a keyboard and a hairbrush.

            The Doctor’s dream was rudely interrupted by Lucy, who was shaking him awake. “Amy needs you.”

            “I didn’t tell you to wake him!”

            “Well it’s too late now.”

The Doctor sat up. He moaned and rubbed his eyes. “Yes, Amy, what is it?”

“Rory’s ill.”

“I know.”

“How could you know?”

“I saw him last night getting tissues out of the closet.”

“And you didn’t tell me?!”

“Well it’s not like I was going to wake you up in the middle of the night!”

“Okay, good point.”

The Doctor stood up and walked over to Amy. He looked like he was about to say something, but then a thought came to his mind “River!” he yelled. He ran out of the room, pushing Amy aside.

River smiled when she saw the Doctor come into her room. He didn’t look so good himself, but not as terrible as she probably did. She tried to sit up, but she was too tired, so she just stayed where she was as the Doctor approached her.

“You don’t look so good.” She said.

“Me? What about you? You look –“ he saw River’s face “Like you need . . . “

”A Doctor.” River said, attempting to be humorous.

“Yes, and here I am!” his smile improved her mood quite a bit.

“Here you are.”

“River Song, you’re sweating.”

“I’m freezing.”

“I’ll be right back, I need to get my sonic.”

“Take your time.”

“We’re in a time machine.”

River smiled “I know.”

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“So what’s going on?” Amy asked when the Doctor walked out of River’s room.

“What do you mean? They’re sick, probably the flu or something.”

“But don’t you find that weird? You all getting ill at the same time, I mean.”

The Doctor hid his concern. He had no idea where or how they could have gotten sick all at the same time, especially since he had a different illness then River and Rory did. “I have no time to ‘find that weird’, I need to find Lucy’s parents.”

“What about Rory?”

“Well what about Rory?”

“Should I stay in the TARDIS and take care of him today?”

“Rory’s a big boy, he can take care of himself.”

“I had to help him into bed this morning!”

The Doctor looked up “You did?”

“Yes!”

“And if River’s as sick as he is –“

“We should all stay in the TARDIS today.”

“But we can’t.” by that time the Doctor was just thinking out loud “We can’t find Lucy’s parents and take care of River and Rory at the same time.”

“No, really?!”

“What if . . .” he thought for a moment “what if someone, somewhere is . . .”

“Yeah?”

“No, can’t be, nothing can get through the TARDIS’ walls.”

“What the heck are you talking about?”

“We can’t do what they want.”

“What who wants?!”

“I don’t know. But they want us to stay and we’re not going to.”

“What?”

“Oh come on Pond, catch up! Someone’s made us ill.”

“Okay then.”

The Doctor returned with his sonic screwdriver. He shined the light in rivers eyes and ears, squinting at the screwdriver each time. “But that . . .”

“What?” River asked in a quiet, hoarse voice.

“That doesn’t make . . . HIH-HIH-HIT-SSSSHOO!”

River grabbed the tissue box on her nightstand and handed it to the doctor “Here, sweetie, take one.”

“Yes thank you. As I was saying,” he held his sonic screwdriver up and pointed at it “this is not possible.”

“And what’s that?”

“It says you’re in perfect health, and we both know that’s not true, so either someone’s trying to ruin my sonic, or someone’s trying to ruin you.”