It's all a big misunderstanding, really.

It was right after Koschei's first regeneration. Now, the thing about regeneration is for the entire week after you're incredibly emotional and euphoric and you feel as though nothing could touch you. Even if you were supposed to be resting it wasn't uncommon for a Time Lord to stay awake, bouncing around doing this or that until they crashed as soon as that week was up. The other thing is that, as soon as you did fall asleep, you were dead to the world for a full twenty-four hours. This was a bit not good considering most Time Lords also didn't eat for the week duration. Still, you survived, you just wanted to gorge yourself once you woke up.

Now the thing about Koschei is that, most of the time, he didn't do what was normal. Except post regeneration it seemed. Because he was bouncing around the TARDIS, fixing thing under the consol, and generally being quite annoying but very quietly.

On the second day it was all fine. He could last a bit longer and it would be hypocritical of the Doctor to ask him to go to bed. Beside's, he honestly wasn't being that terrible no matter how many times he'd accidentally moved the bedrooms.

By day four the Doctor was starting to get frustrated. Even by now most Time Lords would have dropped for a quick nap!

Around the time day six rolled around he'd had enough.

"Koschei, you need to go to sleep!" The Doctor said in a pleading tone, fiddling with his bowtie nervously.

The shorter man shrugged, continuing to tinker with the Doctor's old sonic screwdriver. "I'm fine for a few days."

"A fe- Koschei, you've been awake for six days straight! Any longer and you're going to end up passing out on the TARDIS floor!"

Koschei gave a brief dismissive wave of the hand. "Oh, pish posh. I'm good for a bit."

The Doctor Took a step forward, grabbing the other Time Lord by the wrist and dragging him to the bed. "I'm telling you-!"

"Doctor I'm-!"

With a hard tug the Doctor pushed his friend on to the bed, dragging himself as well and accidentally pinning the dark haired man's arms down.

The Doctor gaped, blinking with eyes wide as saucers in the very compromising position they found themselves in. A slow blush spread across Koschei's pale face, his cheeks turning a dark pink. The Doctor started blushing in turn, going red at the tips of his ears.

"Umm…" He said slowly before bringing his hands up, as though burned. "Oh God, I'm-"

Koschei scotched further back on the bed slightly. "I think I'll-"

"Yes, and I need to-"

They would never understand how Amy got that picture, nor would they live it down.

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A/N: My poor attempt in making up for not putting something up in forever. Sorry. :C

~Piki :B