I don't own Doctor Who, but I do own a headache from doing re-writes.

Donna woke up with a headache and that was before she even moved. Rolling out of the Doctor's comforting hold she felt the nausea rise but she fought it back down, because there was no way that it was going to win. She heard the Doctor's soft groan behind her and she imagined it was because he felt the same and not from the sudden lack of her warmth.

"Too early," his sleepy voice hit her, and even in her discomfort she loved to that she was the one that got to hear that of all the people in the universe.

"It's been eleven hours," Donna told him softly, and thought that her voice sounded a little hoarse but she cleared it and it sounded more normal. "Your daughter is bound to be bouncing around the kitchen already."

"She's still asleep," the Doctor responded sitting up and scooting to sit beside her on the side of the bed.

"How do you know," Donna couldn't get past the way the two of them were connected.

"I was still dreaming until you moved, love," he told her, not unkindly and wrapped his arm around her back, resting his hand on her hip.

Donna thought he felt too warm, but she was never quite as good as the Doctor of knowing temperatures through touch. And even if he was it was probably just from being under the covers with her, as her body was much warmer than his on a normal basis.

"I'll wake her," Donna told him and kissed him on the cheek, avoiding his lips because he hadn't mentioned not feeling well. And if she was coming down with something she didn't want him to get it. For being so old he still had the ability to act like a child when sick.

"I'll make breakfast," he said agreeably and rose walking to the bathroom.

Donna dressed quickly slipping on comfortable clothes and her slippers. The Doctor didn't know it yet but she was going to declare this a movie day. There was no way she was going to go out running today even if she didn't feel so run down. Yesterday had been enough of an adventure. Really, as far as danger went it had been a successful day. They had gone to Azul, and done some shopping, which she and Grace had enjoyed and the Doctor had followed them looking miserably. She knew better though, and he had managed to smile once and a while.

It was when they were trying to leave that the sky broke free with an unnatural, despite the Doctor telling them both it was normal for that time of year, she still felt that it was excessive, amount of rain. The Doctor had asked for the All-Weather bags that were offered for their purchases, and looking back Donna should have seen that as a clue. But she didn't, and they spent an hour walking back to the TARDIS, and when they had arrived she wasn't in the best of moods.

Grace, had taken it in stride for most of the trip, chatting away happily, but even she broke in the last twenty minutes. It wasn't so much a complaint as a statement and Donna was reminded that you could never get too much of an ego with a teenager around you.

Donna knocked Grace's door softly, on the small chance that she hadn't woken up when they had. When she didn't hear a response she couldn't help the worry that rose. It was silly, they were in the TARDIS, and this was the one place that the new generation of Time Lord was completely safe. But she was always on edge when it came to her.

The worry was stifled when she opened the door to find Grace sitting on the bed, safely, though very quiet and still. She was resting her elbows on her knees and her hands held her head which was looking at the carpet of the room. Donna looked down too, because you never quite knew what Grace's room was going to look like. It was a shade of green that Donna thought was a little off.

"Grace," she spoke to her softly.

Grace looked up then and smiled broadly. "Sorry, I was just lost in thought I guess."

Donna could see that she looked pale but she didn't seem to be lacking energy as she stood up and walked towards the door at once. "All right, darling?"

She didn't know why she was asking, well she knew why, because she was her mother and she cared. But Grace wouldn't admit that she wasn't all right unless she was on the verge of dying, and even then she would probably have to pry. She knew what she was getting into when she married the man that was 'always all right' but she couldn't have imagined that her child would be the same way.

"Always," Grace told her and smiled brightly.

Donna reached out her hand to brush the strawberry blond hair away from her eyes but she was really just trying to feel her head. Grace allowed it, which surprised Donna a bit, but she moved away when Donna tried to linger. She thought Grace felt a bit warm also but she couldn't be certain so she let the subject go.

"Your Dads making breakfast," Donna informed her.

Grace made a face that was probably less feeling sick and more concern. "I'm not pretending I like his muffins." She spoke honestly but Donna knew it wasn't meant to be unkind. And out of love she also knew that Grace would in fact pretend. She was just too stubborn, something she actually got from Donna, to admit it.

"He's gotten better," Donna tried, but she knew that her expression was probably mirroring Grace's.

They were nearing the kitchen and the Doctor poked his head out and smiled his love, "You too wound me."

"Make better muffins then, silly," Grace told him, rising on her toes to kiss his cheek.

"We are having pancakes, if your highness's approve that is," the Doctor told her though Donna didn't miss the concern that crossed the Doctors face when Grace touched him.

She knew that she was probably right about Grace being warm, but she didn't say anything. She would leave that to her husband, because for Grace, and she knew herself also, he was the only thing that could crack the barrier of stubbornness.

"You both feeling all right?" the Doctor asked, moving the pancakes to three plates.

"Bit of a headache," Donna admitted more to encourage honesty from the girl on the opposite side of the table but Grace just nodded.

The Doctor brought the plates over and laid a hand on Donnas' forehead. "Bit warm," he told her.

"I'm okay," she responded.

If they were going to pretend to be fine than she would too, and as long as there was no running she didn't imagine feeling any worse.