A/N: Okay I admit this chapter is a filler chapter. Bear with me, okay. I promise the next chapter will have more action to it.

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Chapter fifteen: Tears and Turbulence

"Wow, I had no idea Mala'shra can't handle turbulence that well."

Sarah Jane looked a bit cross, "Doctor…it's not her fault. You're a terrible driver."

"I am not."

"Oh yea, and I am not the one who gets the date wrong, manages to put people on the wrong place, get practically sucked into black holes, and or trapped on planets with strange sounding names."

Meanwhile, Tash looked a bit sheepish. She hadn't meant to throw up on the TARDIS floor. Truth was she was still sick. She was fighting off an alien virus (the common human cold) to which she didn't have the antibodies for, her mind felt like someone had grated hard cold nails across it, plus her ears were ringing. Probably a side affect of the cold, maybe an ear infection. Mala'shraian ears are sensitive, after all being pointed and delicate, they can easily be susceptible to infections, particularly when a Mala'shra is on a low ebb. And Tash was very much on a low ebb. The Doctor's bad driving didn't really help matters either. She then proceeded to have a sneezing fit, which interrupted the Sarah Jane's little tirade against the Doctor.

The Doctor looked at Tash, "You're not looking well Tash."

"Oy and that's a diagnosis, Doctor? Of course she doesn't look well, she just threw up."

Tash said calmly, "I need another Mala'shra."

The Doctor remembered how Mala'shraians are able to heal themselves. But he had no idea how to accomplish that when there were no other Mala'shraians to be found on Tash's home and the others were all slaves. "That bad, Tash?"

She nodded.

The Doctor looked at Tash with concern, "I suppose I am going to have to learn how your people heal each other."

He put a hand on her forehead, it was burning with fever and for some strange reason he bent over and gave her a kiss on her forehead. It felt a little like kissing a younger sister. There was so much sweetness to little Tash, so much kindness and warmth. She also was very much a plucky individual. The day that Ta'sheeka's time ended would be a sad day indeed. There were so few, good natured individuals in the cosmos anymore.

He had no idea what her reaction would be when they would get to Pananth. He knew his own was outrage. But Tash was very calm and collective. Perhaps she was saving judgment for when they got there. But what he knew of Tash, he knew that she hated violence. However, her own past had been filled with violent outrage. She had wanted to die at one time because of it. However, he didn't know what would occur when they arrived on the planet. Was she worried? Concerned? He had seen her race at war. He knew what terrible destructive acts, the Mala'shra were capable of. He had no doubt that Tash knew it as well. All Mala'shra were asked to recite their history. Although the Mala'shra had for the most part had given up their violent past, they were always capable of destructive acts. But that was most races, including his race as well. Perhaps Tash was struggling to know what course to take. He took Tash's hands in his own and he said softly, "What must I do?"

Tash said calmly, "Look for the infection. It is there? Can you not feel it?"

The Doctor nodded and then focusing his mind on it he felt it. Tash's body began to give a soft golden light and he gasped, uncertain as to what this entailed. Tash smiled lightly, "That is part of the healing process, Doctor. Do not be afraid. Now I want you to take the infection and…let it go. Let it go back to where it came from into the elements of life itself. Like a breeze on the wind."

The Doctor smiled. He now understood what the Mala'shraians did. Through there own telepathic and psychic abilities they were able to cure their own sicknesses. The Mala'shra are truly an amazing people, that in itself explained the Mala'shra's longevity in some small part. The infection that Tash was having refused to budge, it probably was due to the fact that he wasn't Mala'shra, but that wasn't going to stop him. He worked at it again; it was a good thing that he was stronger telepathically in this incarnation. Although his last incarnation had its moments, he knew his strengths and his limitations in each of his past lives.

He looked a bit shamefacedly at Tash, "Could you give me a bit of hand, Tash? No offense to you, but I think there is a bit of a biological connection that I don't particularly have." The Doctor eyes brightened and idea surfaced to his mind, he turned to Sarah Jane, "Now Sarah, don't be offended any. But a Doctor's got to do what a Doctor's got to do."

Sarah chuckled lightly and suddenly the Doctor bent over and kissed Tash right and promptly on the lips.

Sarah gasped lightly, since when did the Doctor actually kiss people? Her Doctor was so very proper. She had tried to kiss her Doctor once, but that had turned out rather embarrassing. But clearly this Doctor had no qualms now about kissing.

He then laughed as he released his lips from Tash's. He then found the infection with ease and his body took on the same warm golden glow that Tash had. And Tash's body did the same. Suddenly the glow faded away and he smiled, "There….gone."

Tash was blushing lightly and he smiled, "Don't get any ideas that was a genetic transfer. I transferred some of your genetic material to myself so I could make the proper biological connection and heal you." He then grinned, "And who said kisses can't heal."

He looked at Sarah Jane who had a look of shock on her face. "Oh Sarah…." He paused trying to explain himself. How could he explain himself?

Sarah put a hand on his shoulder, "You've regenerated, Doctor. I…guess I really don't know you anymore."

He looked at her. He felt a bit sad. He honestly wished at this moment in time he could turn back his regenerations and go back to the regenerations that Sarah knew. He nodded a bit and then he held her hands for a moment and said softly, "I am still the same man, Sarah. I know I have changed quite a bit since we were together but…"

Sarah stared into his eyes for a moment, and for at least a brief moment in time she could see those sparkling eyes she remembered. A few tears went down her face. The Doctor reached into his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief, "Honestly, women and tears. Take this Sarah and wipe away what ever feels moist. I can stand almost anything. Daleks, Cybermen, but I can't stand a weeping woman. Gah… one tear drop and I am doomed. Whatever you do Sarah, you better not cry and the same goes for you Tash. Because I tell ya, a crying woman is my disaster. "

Sarah took the handkerchief and began to dab her face. She smiled and laughed softly at the Doctor's words.

The TARDIS suddenly dematerialized. "Looks like we are here," The Doctor said.