For the messages I received asking for the situation to be reversed, this is for you. This is at least a two parter and possibly related to a greater story that may or may not be sitting in my drafts. I will also be editing it hopefully in the near future, but it's late and if I don't publish now, I never will. So here is the Doctor and Missy.

"Oh." The silence they had lapsed into had been nearly companionable though highly unusual. She was rarely quiet. He glanced sharply over the edge of his book at her, the cross-stitch she had been working on laid, abandoned, in her lap.

He wasn't sure why she had taken up cross-stitch, she wasn't particularly adept at it. All the same, there had been an increase in stitched pillows about the different rooms, he even found one in the pool just a few days earlier.

. "I think… I really think I ought to go to bed now." Her voice wavered, nearly tremulous. Her fingers were dug into the armrest of the chair across from him and she was staring straight ahead into the flames burning bright in the grate as if into another world. Her lips were tightly pursed as if she had tasted something unpleasant but was too polite to say as much."

"Missy, are you well?"

"Yes, of course, quite well, dear." She smiled thinly before pushing herself out of the chair, her scrap of fabric fluttering to the floor at her feet.

He was sure how he had gotten there in time, but suddenly she had crashed into his chest. Her dark head lolling against his shoulder as he hoisted her upright.

"Oh, that was fun, let's do it again, mummy." Her lashes fluttered against hollows beneath her eyes. He wondered how long she had looked so entirely tired for. Her breath licked against the curve of his throat, hot against his skin.

"Missy!"

Her eyes half focused on him. "No need to shout, love, I'm right here." She shifted as though to disengage herself from his arms, but her legs wouldn't support her.

"Easy, easy I've got you." He carefully lowered her to the settee that resided between their chairs resting her neck against the arm. "Just rest a moment. I'll get you a glass of water, or tea."

"No, Doctor." She caught his sleeve, "I'm fine." Her voice was soft and almost slow.

"You're hardly fine, you've just fainted." His brow was crinkled.

"Only nearly, just… just had a bit of a moment there, got a little dizzy, that's all, I just need a minute and I'll be right as rain. Just, stay." She let her hand fall from his sleeve, moving her wrist to rest against her forehead.

He anxiously perched on an unoccupied edge of the settee, eyes scanning her pinched features trying to source the problem. After a long moment, he hesitantly reached out to brush an errant curl from her face, letting his fingers rest against her temple a moment. "You're feverish, just a bit."

"Female." She replied, eyes still closed, even as she tipped her head towards him after brushing his hand away, "Not warm, just warmer than you." She said it as if she was slightly proud of that fact, as though it were an accomplishment.

"Are you saying-" He broke off looking baffled, "Is this a-" He broke off again, then dropped his voice dramatically. "A female thing?"

Had she opened her eyes, she would have seen that his eyebrows were nearly ready to jump off his face, but as it was she just scoffed out a laugh, "Oh please, Doctor. I'm hardly one of your human pets. Don't be disgusting." His brow remained furrowed. She slowly moved to sit upright, blinking her eyes as if to clear her vision. "Oh… oh dear."

"Are you in pain, what is it? Are you ill." He reached out to grab her shoulders, and she allowed herself to slump into the touch, forehead resting, again, against his shoulder.

"The room's still all spinny."

He frowned down at the top of her head. "I'm taking you to run diagnostics in my lab."

Her fingers wound around his wrists "No, I promise you, dear, there's nothing wrong with me."

"How can you-"

"Nothing you can fix." She corrected, speaking over his protests. The Time Lady tipped her head back and kissed him squarely on the nose, blue eyes finally locking with his. "it's nothing you can fix, love, so there's hardly any sense in worrying about it, but I wouldn't say no to a spot of tea and taking to an early bed though."

"I think that can be managed."