I do not own Doctor Who.

This fic was written for Shannon because she was my beta...and I am sorry for any mistakes there are. I was incredibly sick while writing the majority of this. I hope you like it okay bye (:

The Doctor stirred and groaned.

"What the hell happened?" he slurred, opening his eyes and blinking away the blur.

It was another minute before he realized how quiet it was.

Suddenly the pounding in his head and the ache in his muscles wasn't important. He shot to his feet.

"RIVER?! River where are you?!" he shouted as it hit him that his wife was nowhere to be found.

"Don't get all worked up, sweetie. I'm right here." River said as she stumbled out of a side corridor he hadn't noticed. She leaned weakly on the door frame, ghostly white. Even from where he was standing he could see her trembling.

He ran to her side and supported her and she leaned on him heavily, grateful for his steady hands.

"Are you alright?" he asked, worried.

She nodded.

"What happened?" he questioned, to no one in particular.

"I think it was the TARDIS." River answered. "I'm not sure what or why, but she has something to do with this."

The Doctor began to lead her towards the console room. After about ten yards, she stopped and covered her mouth, swaying. He steadied her and placed a hand on the side of her face, silently waiting for something, anything to tell him she was alright.

Her breath was shakey and she shut her eyes tightly, resisting the urge to be sick. The feeling passed after a few seconds and she opened her eyes.

His were glued on hers and she sighed, aware of his worry.

"I'm alright. Just dizzy." As she spoke, her knees gave out and the Doctor caught her, lifting her into his arms and gently carrying her the rest of the way to the console room.

"Alright. You stay sitting." the Doctor ordered, setting her on the couch. She didn't protest and, instead, lifted her sleave to examine the swollen red bite.

The Doctor rubbed his own bite over his sleave as he began to pace.

"What was that for, old girl? That wasn't very nice. You've made River really sick!"

The TARDIS groaned in reply and the Doctor looked to River for a translation.

She smiled and said, "She says it had to happen. But she refuses to say anything beyond that."

"That's very rude!" he shouted to the air.

River laughed and slid off the couch, coming to stand by him.

"Its alright, my love. She always knows what we need. I'm sure whatever it is, it's important."

He sighed and took her hand.

"Come on, you. You need a doctor and this Doctor says you need some rest."

The TARDIS graciously moved their room directly off the console and the Doctor tucked River into bed.

"Sleep, my love." he whispered as he planted a kiss to her temple.

"We will figure this out tomorrow."