A/N: this is quite a small chapter but I'll try and update quickly afterwards so please review anyways.

WARNING: CONTAINS CLARK GABLE SPOILERS!

Still don't own it. Or Pride and Prejudice. Still. Ugh I hate doing this.

13/11

The "darling" woke me up at 5:30 this morning.

I had fallen asleep on top of him while watching Pride and Prejudice. At half five this morning he decided he had to move – not is a gentle-letting-my-head-down-on-the-pillow kind of way. Oh no, in a jerky-sudden-leaping kind of way. Damn him.

His defence was that he'd stayed still, asleep most of the time, for the past four and three-quarter hours – wonderful for him. So I got a very rude awakening by an incredibly bouncy Doctor – four hours sleep will do that to a Time Lord. Doesn't work so well on this human.

Then he started asking all sort of annoying questions about why I still had a cold. Apparently on the very rare occasions that Time Lords contract colds they are gone in a couple of hours. Just what I wanted to hear, not. Mine's probably going to hang around for weeks, I'm just like that.

I did try to get back to sleep for a bit, phasing out his continual commentary. But then he started pointing that bloody sonic screwdriver at me and it was bleeping and he was still talking. So I hit him and shoved him out of bed with my feet. I can't believe that he actually asked me why I had hit him.

I actually had to get out of bed, my blanket still wrapped around me, grab him by the arm and drag him out of the room – him protesting all the way. I was about to turn with dignity and slam the door in his face but I tripped on the edge of the blanket and fell. He did manage to grab me just before my face slammed into the floor though and help me back to bed.

I was in no way grateful though, he'd woken me up! When I still struggled he threatened me with a fireman's lift. That shut me up. If he had I'm pretty sure I would have thrown up again because my head was still spinning.

Despite his threats I still told him to "leave me the hell alone" when I had got back under the covers. I don't think I could have been that menacing though because he only laughed as he left.

I finally forgave him my early awakening after I'd had about another five hours sleep and was feeling a bit happier. Also about ten minutes after I'd woken up he walked in with a tray to bring me breakfast in bed. It wasan amazing breakfast.

While I had been asleep he had been busy, travelling around in the TARDIS to bring me things to make me feel better. He went to Paris to get freshly baked croissant, Italy for solid bread (it had a proper name but mine makes more sense), honey from a planet I'd never even heard of and a fair trade plantation in Brazil to get me my favourite coffee beans. It was wonderful. He was very strict though, he wouldn't let me have anything until I'd drunk a glass of orange juice (made from freshly squeezed Californian oranges, naturally) for the Vitamin C.

When I had we carried on our film marathon with "Gone With The Wind" and shared a truly glorious breakfast. He even managed not to make any comments about Clark Gable's fake teeth.

Life with the Doctor, full of ups and downs but he still manages to make it alright, even when I've got a cold.

A/N: I also don't own "Gone With The Wind" or Clark Gable – and apologies if people didn't know about his teeth.

Please R&R xxxxx