The Doctor's Cold (Doctor Who fanfic)

Chapter Fourteen: Soup

When the Doctor and Amy walked into the TARDIS,

“How’s Rory?” The Doctor asked.

“I was about five seconds away from smothering him with a pillow.”

“I see.”

Amy laughed “Illness brings out a different side of Rory.”

“He kept telling me to leave him alone! All I was doing was bringing some damn soup!”

“You threw it at my face!” yelled Rory, who was leaning against the door frame.

“Well you were being a jerk!”

“Rory!” Amy ran over to him, giving him a hug.

“And River, how’s River?” the concern in the Doctor’s voice was getting easier to hear.

“She’s just miserable in general.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well I don’t know, she’s sick!”

“Look, you can go to sleep I’ve got everything from here.”

“Oh, thank god!” She said. She walked back and the Doctor turned around to Amy and Rory.

“You’re standing.” He said to Rory.

“Yeah, I know!”

“Are you getting better?”

“It sure feels like it.”

“Well, yeah, that’s – that’s good.”

“You seem happy.” Rory said sarcastically.

“I’ve just never seen a human get well from the flu so quickly.”

“What, so you think there’s something wrong with me because I’m getting better?”

“Well . . . “

“What, really?!”

“Never mind. You two need to go to sleep.”

“Oh, okay, goodnight.” Amy said.

The Doctor returned to the console room, his nose as stuffed up as it had been the past few days.  He felt a bit smart, sending everyone to bed so nobody would be able to tell him to go to bed himself because he wasn’t playing around this time, he had work to do.

He sat down and thought. That was all that he could do, think. He had to figure out where Lucy’s parents were. As annoying as she was, she was a great kid and she deserved to have great parents to raise her.

The Doctor went through the last few days in his mind, what he saw and what he did. But nothing.  He couldn’t concentrate until the pounding in his head left him, and he had no idea how long this cold would last.

“Doctor.” When he heard his name, he stood up and turned to River Song.

“What are you doing here? Go to bed! You need –“ his sentence was interrupted by River’s sneeze.

“Well, I’ve gotten a little better.”

“Still, why are you in here? You should be in bed.”

“I thought I should tell you something.”

He looked at the watch he set for Earth Two time “It’s two Am, why now?”

“So you can get some sleep!”

“What about you?”

“Doctor, I’m serious. The cemetery where Lucy’s parents were buried., there was a man there.”

“And?”

“He was looking at Lucy like he knew her.”

“And you’re just now telling me this?!”

“I know and I’m sorry!”

“I needed to know this, River!”

“But I’m telling you now. I think that man could have been –“

“Lucy’s father.”

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Lucy was sleeping on a blanked she put on the floor. She knew that even though the Doctor wasn’t planning on sleeping, he was going to anyway.

But she couldn’t sleep. She couldn’t stand that uneasiness in the Doctor’s eyes. It was always there. She wondered if it had to do with what River told her before about his regrets.

She tossed and turned but she wasn’t tired. Or maybe she was. She couldn’t tell. There were too many things on her mind, well, only the Doctor and her parents, but that was too many.

Amy was lying there awake, looking at her miserable husband. He insisted on sleeping on the floor, and she knew it couldn’t have been comfortable for him, but there was no arguing with him.

She couldn’t sleep. Rory was sick and she hated it when he was sick. He didn’t like being around people when he was sick ever since she met Rory, she always thought it was funny. He’d always refuse to come to school because of the slightest head cold, and she would always tease him about it. She finally began to fall asleep, still worrying about her husband.

The Doctor did, eventually go to bed. he was surprised that Lucy was sleeping on the floor, but at the same time he wasn't. She probably knew. She seemed to know a lot about him. His mind anyway.