I can't believe I wrote this in one day! I had the idea in bed in the morning and the words just flooded out. Now if only the same would happen with the prompt fill I am writing at the moment.

"Doctor?" Called Graham, entering the console room. "Doctor, you in here?" He looked around, searching for the Time Lord around the edges of the room as she wasn't standing in her usual spot at the console. There was no sign of her.

Just as he was going to turn back into the depths of the Tardis he spotted two legs peeking out from behind the console. Two booted legs with blue stripy socks, a length of bare shin and bottom of cropped blue trousers. The Doctor!

He raced around the console. The Doctor was lying on the floor, flat on her back beside the custard cream dispenser with a hand over her eyes.

"Doctor?"

"Hmmmm?" She murmured, sounding a little out of it. She lifted her fingers to squint at him groggily before replacing them over her eyes again. "'Lo Graham."

He knelt at her side.

"Doctor, are you ok?"

"Headache. It's been building all day."

"Why didn't you go to your room and lie down there?" He asked. The hard floor of the console room couldn't be the most comfortable place to have a nap.

"I got dizzy. I thought it would be safer to stay here. It'll pass, don't worry."

"Are you still dizzy? Or can you make it to your room on your own?"

"I think I'd rather stay here, Graham, if it's all the same to you. I just need to sleep it off."

"I'm not leaving you on the floor, Doc. You'll feel better in your own bed and you are going to make it there whether I help you or not."

She sighed, removing her hand from over her eyes and lifted both her arms in the air. Graham stood and grasped her hands and levered her up. As soon as she was up he was instantly concerned that she wasn't going to stay that way. She was unsteady on her feet and she slumped forward into him, head heavy on his shoulder.

"Doctor?" He asked.

"Ow," she moaned. "Dizzy".

He rubbed her shoulders where he was steadying her. He frowned, suddenly realising that the Doctor's usually cool hands had been warm in his own as he lifted her. He held one again, just to check.

"You're warm."

"I'm a tad feverish, I think," she mumbled, face still buried in his shoulder. She seemed to be standing a little steadier but seemed to have no inclination to move.

"Where is your bedroom?" He asked quietly in her ear, wondering if headache was an understatement and she really had a migraine. She was certainly shielding her eyes like she had one.

"It'll be close," she said, floppily waving a hand towards the depths of the Tardis. She still didn't otherwise move.

Graham let her stay there for a few moments, before stepping back and letting the Doctor's head slip off his shoulder. He moved beside her and wrapped an arm around her waist.

"Come on Doc, the sooner we move the sooner you can get in bed."

She moved when he stepped forward, squinting at her feet as they walked.

"Do you need me to get you any pain killers? Paracetamol, aspirin…?" He asked.

"No. No aspirin. That'll kill me."

"What?! Is there anything else I should know about that might kill you?"

"Just don't give me anything without either me or the Tardis saying it is safe. And I don't need anything other than to sleep it off, but thank you Graham." She gave him a pain filled smile.

The corridor was quiet as they entered it, the console room rumbling fading into the background. And was it just him or were the lights dimmer than usual?

He looked at all the doors as they went past, searching for a different one, but they seemed to be the usual rooms - kitchen, library, wardrobe, tool cupboard. He still couldn't quite get to grips with the fact that rooms could move.

They turned a corner. He spotted a blue door that he had never seen before.

"Doctor? Is this it?"

She opened her eyes and tiredly grinned.

"Yes," and lurched off his shoulder towards the door, hands reaching for the brass handle.

She all but fell through the door, Graham close behind to make sure she didn't fall over. She made her way to the bed, shedding her coat on the way. Graham picked it up from its pile on the floor and placed it over the chair in the corner.

The Doctor slowly lowered herself face down onto the bed. It looked like she had just wanted to collapse down but was moving gingerly to not make her head ache further.

Graham took the opportunity to look around the Doctor's elusive room. The walls were dark and the ceiling was a slowly moving mass of stars and galaxies.

There was a desk to one side, littered with bits of electrical equipment and strange alien artefacts. There were also two photos, a black and white image of a young looking woman and the other a woman with masses of straw coloured curls smiling at the camera.

The bedspread was a dark blue, just a shade or two darker then the police box exterior of the time and space ship they were in. The Doctor had just spread herself across the middle of the bed on top of the covers and at right angles to where the pillows were placed.

"Are you going to remove your shoes?" Graham asked.

She grumbled back at him and didn't move.

He sighed and bent down to unlace and remove her boots. He tucked them out of the way under the bed and stood up.

"Is there anything else you need?"

She didn't answer. She looked relaxed there in her sprawl on the bed, eyes shut and limbs still. Graham thought it would be best to leave her to sleep.

Graham stuck his head round the Doctor's door a few hours later

She was still lying on top of the covers but she shifted a little so her feet were no longer hanging in the air. She had spread eagled herself so the fingers of one hand disappeared off the far edge. He could hear her snoring softly.

He was satisfied that she was sleeping deeply and comfortably so he quietly shut the door.

"Where's the Doctor?" Yaz asked as he turned from the door, heading to the kitchen to find the others.

"In her room," he pointed a thumb at the door behind him, "sleeping. Don't disturb her, she needs the rest."

"She ok?"

"She said she will be after a sleep. I found her lying on the console room floor with a bad headache."

"I hope she feels better soon. I was only going to ask her if she wanted to join our movie night. Do you want to come?"

"What are you watching?"

"We can't agree. I think we need you to referee."

"You two can never agree," he said as they walked down the corridor towards the cinema room. "What are the choices? Not horror this time I hope, that last one was too close to the truth to be comfortable."