"Jack? Hello, I'b calling id sick."

"Geez Clara, you sound awful!" Said Jack.

"You don'd sound so great yourself." Clara said, managing to chuckle despite how awful she felt.

"I sound a whole lot better than you do." Said Jack, sniffling a bit. "I guess it's the Tardis Flu."

"We've got an overly busy police departmend and a flu? Jiminy Christmas..."

"Well, it's not really the Tardis flu, we just call it that 'cause it hits Tardis every year, like clockwork. Tom swears up and down it's 'the Curse of the Snog Box'."

"Really?"

"As I live and breathe... Though he'd jump at the opportunity if Sarah Jane invited him inside."

"How are you able to cope?" Asked Clara, laughing and sighing as she flopped back into her bed.

"I have a theory-"

"Was it by any chance developed over a few glasses of gin?"

"Yeah, but that's beside the point. If you use the box, you become immune. Should've taken me up on that offer, I guess."

"You're despicable."

"Yup. I should go and get ready for the help-less night ahead of me. At least it'll be slow."

"Bye."

"Bye."

Clara hung up and put her phone on the nightstand, weighing the pros and cons of getting up and making tea. They balanced each other out, but Clara wanted to do something physical, so she dragged herself out of bed and made the stupid cup of tea, finishing off the Jammie Dodgers. It wasn't the most nutritious breakfast in the world, but Clara felt too crummy to care. After her tea, she downed a dose of cold medicine and went back to bed, hoping as the drowsiness kicked in that no-one was having as bad a time as she was.

—•—•—

Adric felt awful. He buried his face in his pillow and moaned.

"Flu, huh?" Asked Varsh, walking past his room on the way to the bathroom. Adric was about to reply, but an upcoming wave of bile made him dive for the trash can, lined with grocery bags for waterproofing. Varsh looked in and swore.

"Better brush your teeth." He finally said, walking back to his room. "Otherwise your girlfriend won't kiss you when you go back to school."

"Nyssa's not my girlfriend!" Adric protested, though weakly.

"You want her to be!" Varsh replied. "Dad! Adric's sick!"

"Ugh..." Adric muttered, getting up and wobbling over to the bathroom. He could hear their father calling the school to tell them he'd be sick, and thought to himself; 'I hope Nyssa's doing better.'

—•—•—

Nyssa spit a last bit of bile into the toilet and flushed it, staring at the remains of last night's dinner going down.

"Peter!" She shouted as best she could. "I think I'm-" she was interrupted by another wave of puke and leaned over the toilet. Dang it, what was left, lunch?

"Nyssa?" Peter knocked on the door as Nyssa spit again.

"Sick." She said.

"I'll let them know." He said. "Think you can handle it?"

"You go on ahead." Said Nyssa. "I'll be fine... Unless it's actually the plague."

Peter chuckled at her joke, then stopped. "Call me if it gets too bad." He said. "I'll drive you over to the clinic."

"I will." Said Nyssa. "Thanks Peter."

—•—•—

Ms. Shaw sighed as she hung up. Another pupil sick. The flu spread so quickly that she'd sometimes have to close the school. She had substitutes, but if half the faculty was sick they wouldn't cut it. As Ms. Impana, head of the schools in Gallifrey would so happily remind her, 'Tardis Public School is simply not cut out for handling epidemics.'

"Ms. Shaw?" Asked Peter, poking his head in. "Nyssa's sick, so you might as well put her down too." Liz groaned and rested her head on her desk. Maybe she should've become a scientist like her mother'd said.

"Coping?" Asked Peter. "Don't worry, it'll be over before you know it."

"I hope so." Muttered Liz, hoping the bar would be open tonight. She could use a few drinks, and maybe Alistair would be there... Ah well, back to work.

—•—•—

Sarah Jane flipped the pillow and sighed, enjoying the cool touch.

"Sarah!" Shouted Luke. "I have to go to school!"

"I'm sick." Muttered Sarah. "You can call in sick."

"That wouldn't be right!"

"Then walk." Said Sarah.

"Is Mr. Tom in your bedroom?"

"What?" Asked Sarah, then shot up out of bed, charging into the living room. "LUKE! OUT! NOW!"

"Sorry!" Yelped Luke, grabbing his backpack and charging out the front door. "Bye!"

Sarah Jane sighed and returned to her bed, pulling up the covers and sneaking a peek at the other side of the bed. Tom in her bedroom. If only.

Bloody: Hello peoples. In light of my recent cold, I decided to create the Tardis Flu so that the characters could squirm a bit. However, since I like Sarah Jane, I gave her a light case and a bit of fluff. Yes, I ship 4xSarah Jane. It used to be my OTP, until I discovered something else that totally stole my heart.

Unicorn Plushie: Bloody doesn't own DW, and her OTP is 5xTegan.

Bloody: And there's gonna be a chapter coming up featuring it. ;) Au Revoir!