Author's Notes: I do not own Doctor Who. This set of stories will take place in the Regarding Mrs Smith ficverse and is fluff. Just fluff that rattles around in my brain sometimes that I hope some other people like. Let me know what you think and happy reading!

The Doctor laid in the bed next to Zara. She was all tucked in for the night with Pooh and Mister Scallofrax on either side of her. Esther laid at the foot of the bed. Usually at the end of a long day of exploring as they had on Grotya that day, she would be fast asleep by now and it just wasn't happening.

"Please, Daddy, one more story," she whined.

It had been five stories. Possibly six. The Doctor had lost count. Zara usually went to bed within two, but it just wasn't happening. He looked up to see Donna was standing in the doorway.

"Chloe and Geoffrey are both fast asleep," said Donna.

"Are they?," asked the Doctor.

"Yes. They are," Donna said pointedly.

Oh. The Doctor remembered what was promised before they had given the children supper and what had not occurred since Donna had been pregnant.

"Right," said the Doctor, turning to Zara. "Listen, Zara, at this point I feel as if you would do just as well to lay down with your eyes closed."

"I can't fall asleep," Zara complained as the Doctor got up from the bed.

"You're not trying hard enough," said Donna. She gave Zara a kiss. "Sweet dreams."

Donna leaned down and gave Esther a rub of the ears as she settled at the foot of Zara's bed.

"Nighty-night," said the Doctor pushing Donna into the next room. "Good night, Esther!"

The door was shut and double-locked behind them as the Doctor and Donna arrived in their room. It was lined with three doors these days, one for each child's room, but they were happily all shut and locked.

"Eager, aren't we?," Donna asked with a smile.

"Oh, yes," said the Doctor. He leaned in to kiss his wife's neck, but she was determined to talk.

Donna frowned. "That's not like Zara. She's usually so fast to sleep. Chloe took some convincing and Geoffrey was fussy..."

"Donna, how long do we have until Geoffrey wakes up?"

"Two hours, probably," said Donna.

"Then let's not waste it," the Doctor said and continued the kissing.

Soon, the kissing progressed and they were on the bed. They were both giving thought to the removal of clothing when they heard Geoffrey let out a scream from his nursery.

"Two hours," the Doctor protested. "You said two hours!"

Donna got off the bed with a sigh. "Sorry, I don't do money back."

The Doctor threw himself back on the bed. "I can't believe this..."

"Just calm down," said Donna. "Probably hungry again. Give me fifteen minutes."

"Fifteen?," asked the Doctor.

"Fifteen," said Donna walking into the door for Geoffrey's nursery.

"I'm timing it!," the Doctor called after her.

The Doctor heard the doors to the other two rooms unlock and Zara's voice became audible.

"Mummy!," she called.

The Doctor groaned and hurried into her room. "Zara, whatever this is it had better be able to be solved in fifteen minutes. Well, fourteen minutes, fifteen seconds..." he said flipping on the light. "Oh, that might take more than fourteen minutes."

Esther glared at the Doctor in annoyance. Zara was covered in purple spots. She scratched at her arm. "It itches!"

"I bet it does," said the Doctor. He walked over and rolled up her sleeve. They were everywhere. "That is not good."

"What is it?"

Just then, Chloe walked in through a door that had just appeared on Zara's wall. She was also covered in the purple spots and looked at the Doctor pitifully.

"Not good," said the Doctor.

"Doctor!," Donna screamed.

The Doctor looked up as Donna carried in Geoffrey who was also covered in purple spots.

"Why does my baby have purple spots?," asked Donna. She then caught sight of the girls. "Why are all of my children covered in purple spots?"

"Itchy!," Chloe shouted.

"I don't know why they have purple spots," said the Doctor. "Except..."

"Except?," Donna prodded.

"Well, we visited Grotya today and I believe I mentioned that the Grotyans have two hearts just like Time Lords."

"Yes?," asked Donna.

"Well, it's the Grotyan Dots," said the Doctor.

"The Grotyan Dots?"

"It's sort of like the Chicken Pox for Grotyans and Time Babies. Humans aren't affected, so I thought they'd be immune."

"There wasn't an inoculation or something?," asked Donna.

"Well, nobody on Gallifrey had it for thousands of years, Donna. There really wasn't the need to keep the inoculation around."

"Is there a cure?," asked Donna.

"Well, not as such-"

"Daddy!," screamed Zara.

"We just have to let the thing run its course. Seventy-two hours and their Time Lord immune systems will have fought off the virus! That's all! There's just going to be a lot of itching and purple dots."

"Well, can't you give them something to make them more comfortable so they can sleep?," asked Donna.

The Doctor ran his hand through his hair. "Well, yes, I can give them something to stop the itching, but they aren't going to sleep."

"What do you mean they aren't going to sleep?," Donna asked tersely.

"Well, you know how sometimes if we don't get the children to bed on time they just keep going?"

"Yes."

"See, Time Lords need very little sleep and in fact, we run better on less sleep and sometimes we need our systems to be higher functioning, sort of an evolutionary quirk, like when we are fighting off an illness..." the Doctor's voice trailed off.

"They can't sleep?," Donna asked incredulously. "We are going to take care of ill children for seventy-two hours straight?"

"Uh...yes, that is pretty much it."

"Mummy..." whined Chloe, throwing herself at Donna's leg.

"Come on, everyone," said the Doctor. "Let's go to the clinic and get started."

They walked out Zara's door and into what appeared to be a modified clinic. The monitors and medicine cabinets were all in order along with an array of devices, but the lights had been lowered. There was a big telly with a cartoon already playing. Two beds and a bassinet for the children situated around a play rug with an assortment of Gallifreyan toys, crayons and paper. Esther walked in and laid down on the dog bed the TARDIS had placed for her.

"See, everyone?," asked the Doctor. "The TARDIS already has everything well in hand."

"Itchy!," Chloe shouted.

"Oh, right," said the Doctor. "That."

The Doctor moved quickly to the counter where the TARDIS already had three doses of the necessary medication waiting. Within a minute, everyone was already much less itchy.

"I want a story," said Zara.

"You just had ten," said the Doctor.

"Yes, but you said I don't have to go to sleep now," Zara said.

"No, I just said you couldn't. There's a difference," said the Doctor.

Donna laid down on one of the beds. "Tell them a story and maybe I can sleep for an hour."

The Doctor watched as Donna closed her eyes. "So, you're just going to leave me alone with them?"

She answered while her eyes remained shut. "One, I'm not leaving you. I'm right here. Two, seeing as how I'm the one who has to sleep, yes."

The Doctor looked. The girls were eyeing him expectantly as Geoffrey played with some of the toys on the floor.

"Alright," he relented.