A/N: Okay, This is my first Doctor Who fic. Its unbetaed, and I hope you all like it. I've only seen Doctors Nine and Ten, so if I mess this up greatly, please forgive me. This is TenDoctor, by the way.

"You all set then?" asked the Doctor as he pulled on his coat.

"Course," she answered, but looked at him with concern, "You sure you're feeling alright?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" he asked, flashing his signature grin, but then proceeding to go into a fit of coughs.

"Well," said Rose, in a slow tone of voice, as though he was an eccentric two year old, "You're about to cough up your lung, you obviously can't breath right, and," she held a hand up to his forehead, "It feels like you've got a fever."

"I'm fine Rose," he said, before sinking into another bout of coughs.

"Looks like the Doctor's caught himself a cold," she muttered, as though he hadn't said anything.

"Have not!" he protested, but she kept talking, pulling off his coat, and leading him forcefully back down the hallway.

"Now you're going to lie down, and I'm going to make you a nice cup of tea," she said. He stopped and turned to look at her.

"I have not got a cold! I'm a Time Lord, for goodness sake! Been everywhere, and every-when possible! I'm a genius, not to mention only nine hundred! And I am not, I repeat, not sick!" He finished, with a resounding sneeze. Rose gave him a pitying look. He hated that look. It was a really annoying, 'Lets all feel sorry for the poor crazy Doctor' look. He did not need to be pitied. He did Not need to be taken care of like a child! He did NOT-

"I'll even bring you some of those biscuits you like so much," Rose said.

"The chocolate ones?" he asked hopefully. She nodded, and he grinned slightly, before, with a cough, shuffling off to his room. Maybe being sick wasn't so bad…