Disclaimer: Everything you recognise is property of the BBC, all the stuff you don't recognise is property of my mostly non-existent sanity.
AN: Feels like I haven't posted forever when it's only been a day and a bit. I'm having a little trouble finding stuff to put in it now, so this part is sapping the last of my reserves, so my gentle readers, if there's anything you'd like to see in it, please say so, it'll give me more clay to add to the vase I'm making.
AN2: Thinking of making this a non-graphic M-preg but I'm not sure how you feel about that, if I do that would be in a separate series, still rated the same though.
The Master awoke the following morning with his neck and shoulders being kissed, a warm body pressed up against his naked back.
"Master..."
"Hmm...what?"
"Where would you like to go today love?"
"Doctor...just because we're married now doesn't mean that you get to treat me like a wife, I'm still a man and don't you forget who the dominant one in this relationship is."
The Doctor sucked at the Master's double pulse, the Master gasped.
"Stop it."
The Doctor pulled off of the Master's skin and sighed.
"Alright, just after last night I would have thought you were up for it."
"Yeah well I would be normally but something doesn't feel right this morning that's all. I don't feel right."
"Maybe we should check you out in the infirmary."
"What for? I'm not ill, just feeling funny is all."
The Doctor leant over the Master and reached on the floor for his sonic screwdriver, once he had in his hand he shone it into the Master's eyes.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Checking your responses."
"I said I'm not ill."
"Your reactions are pretty slow..." then taking the part of the real Doctor he took the Master's pulse "That's a little fast."
The Master snatched his wrist.
"I. Am. Fine."
"No. You're. Not."
As the Master opened his mouth presumably to protest again the Doctor put the end of his screwdriver in the Master's mouth, the Master spat it out.
"Hey! Intrusive much."
"Your temperatures high too...come on, you're coming to the infirmary."
"Doctor?"
"Yes love?"
"Are you always this chipper in the morning?"
"Why?"
"Well because if you are then we can do what some of those human married couples do, sleep in separate bedrooms, or we can have two beds in here and sleep separately, I am not a morning person, I had a busy night last night you know."
"Yes I was there."
"Well then clearly I didn't tire you out enough, I shall try harder next time now leave me to go back to sleep, I'm fine."
"Master..."
"I'm fine."
The Doctor got up and put his bathrobe on.
"Fine if you don't want me helping."
"Finally he gets the idea."
The Doctor finishes tying up the robe and heads out of the room to make breakfast, back in the bedroom the Master sighs and tries to settle back into sleep, he tries but fails and starts tossing and turning restlessly, he finally groans and gets out of the bed, he heads for the bathroom, he runs the water in the sink and looks at his reflection in the mirror, he looks close and holds his eye lids open so he can get a clear view of his pupil.
"They are a little slow, bugger, I hate it when he's right, I look a little flushed too."
And apparently the TARDIS agrees with him because the water he's just ran to put over his face isn't warm or hot, it's cold, and he sighs when he feels himself cool off, it's a good sigh, maybe the Doctor was right, of course the Master wouldn't admit it, he turned the tap off and pulled the plug, he went to the shower and turned that on instead, he was already naked so he may as well shower while he was at it.
The Doctor had gotten his breakfast and was in the infirmary now, he still thought there was something wrong with the Master.
"Now where did I put those symptom lists?"
He rummaged around with a piece of toast in his mouth when he made a noise which proclaimed triumph. He held up papers in one hand and his cup of tea in the other, he took them to the library where he sat and read them.
He was half way through a paragraph on an illness called 'anti-body disruption syndrome (AbDS)' he's half way through reading how to cure it when his husband walks in and sits down in a cool plastic chair opposite him.
"Why are you naked?"
The Master panted his response.
"You know I think you might be onto something with my temperature."
"Well I think it might be this."
The Doctor turned the paper around for his husband to read while he finished his toast and tea.
"A cool environment and bed rest." He read as the cure.
"Yeah, we could go to Neptune, freezing there."
"Haven't you got a cool room here?"
"Yeah but it's not as fun."
"Doctor no. I'd rather stay in if I'm ill, I've got stuff to occupy me here, besides if I'm in quarantine because I'm ill then I want you to suffer too, no running off to save people."
The Doctor sighed.
"We don't even know if you even have that yet, it could be the alternative."
The Master moved the top sheet aside and his eyes widened at what he saw.
"Galazian Brain Parasites!"
"No, no that got mixed up in there, I meant the next one, sorry."
"Wow you'd make a good real Doctor wouldn't you? You'd give everyone heart attacks."
He read that and looked at the Doctor, he scowled and crumpled that up and threw it in his face.
"No! No way!"
He stormed from the library, the Doctor un-crumpled the paper and read the cure, he sighed when he read the two words that were printed there; Non applicable.
"Great, I hope it's AbDS."
AN3: Hope you like, if you don't think this should be M-PREG please say because I can then make something up for this mysterious illness that doesn't even have a name yet, thanks muchly.