All the Worlds Over and Back Again

by remuslupin31060

River Song woke one morning with a cold, and the Doctor decides to take care of her. However, the Doctor has never been very good with domestic things, and doesn't know exactly what to do. PoV switches, though the story is written in third person, and most of the chapters are relatively short. Also, 6-13 spoiler! It's not quite T, more K . Please enjoy!

1. Chapter 1

River Song woke in the Tardis bedroom that she and the Doctor shared. This was one of the rare times when they met at a point in their time streams when both knew each other well, and, better yet, they were married. She was freezing. The Tardis wasn't usually this cold, she noted as she pulled the blankets up higher over her sweatpants and long-sleeved shirt to her chin. She felt terrible, and her nose was congested. Was it the Tardis that was cold, or was it her?

Becoming fully awake, she yawned and rolled over, finding the Doctor, somewhat to her surprise, still lying next to her. As a Timelord, he didn't need as much sleep as humans, or even part-Timelords, did. Normally, he would be in the Tardis console room or library, or even sitting up in bed reading or thinking; today, he was still lying there, just watching her.

"Good morning!" The Doctor smiled his huge dazzling smile she loved and pressed his lips against her forehead in a good morning kiss. She was just about to reply with a "Hello, sweetie", when he pulled away and placed the back of his hand against her forehead.

"You're burning up," he said with concern. Then, quickly, "I mean, you're not actually burning up, that would be bad, and-"

"Doctor," River interrupted with a slight raise of her hand and a grin. "I was going to scold you for the Tardis being so cold, but I think that might just be me after all. I must have a cold."

"You do sound a bit congested" A pause. "Well then… I'll cancel my plans to take us to the planet Corinnia. The garden of galactic tulips is wonderful. We can go there another day. Today, I take care of you."

"You don't have to. Just drop me off at the prison. I know this kind of stuff isn't your thing."

"Now what kind of husband would that make me? I definitely know I don't have cold medicine," he said seriously, "but I might have tissues around here somewhere."

He got up and walked out of the room with that, contemplating if and where he would have tissues. He stuck his head back in a few seconds later. "And I don't have a 'thing'".