A/N: I got the inspiration to do this from a few stories I saw online that this person likes to do called sickfics. I'd figure I'd do one of the Doctor! Anyways, it's pretty random, but whatever. Aren't all drabbles?

Disclaimer: I do not own the Doctor nor do I own his bow tie.

Summary: The Doctor gets sick.


Doctor Who: Drabble 3

"Ah-CHOO!"

A tissue box was promptly chucked at the time lords face.

"Hey!" the Doctor grabbed his swollen nose tightly and glared at his companion. "I'm sick. Have some sympathy."

Amy starred back at the man and gave him a once over. Her glare hardened. "You are getting germs everywhere. I'm going to be sick too if you keep it up! If you don't start blowing your nose, I'll . . . I'll rip your bow tie off and throw it into a nebula!"

The Doctor snorted and propped his feet on the console. "Really, Pond I'm not sick. I'm just . . . Ah- CHOO!"

She gave him a flat look. "Case in point."

"What does that even mean?!" the Doctor stood, grabbed a wad of tissues out of the box and squeezed his nose with them.

"Your supposed to blow into it!" Amy hollered.

"That's stupid, why would I do that?"

Dealing with a sick Doctor was harder then dealing with an not-sick Doctor. That was saying something. "Doctor, get to bed."

He stubbornly shook his head. "I'm fine, Pond. Stop being so . . . Annoying."

"I'll just ignore that. Get. To. Bed."

He threw the hand that was still carrying the tissue box up in the air. "Fine! I'll go."

He was beginning to stomp out of the room when a thought suddenly crossed in his companions head.

"Oi! Do space men get sick?"

The Doctor gagged. "Space man? I'm a Timelord!"

"Do Timelords get sick?"

He thought about it for a second. "Yes, but differently then humans."

"Like what?"

The Doctor stared at Amy right in the eye with a very serious expression. "You don't want to know."

At that point, she really didn't.