Author's Note: Bloody hell, this is worse than last time.
Sorry guys…it seems that beating off Writer's Block with a stick really doesn't work LOL

Anyway, here is a nice, hopefully fluffy chapter for you, and I endeavour to finish the story within the week…or month…possibly year XD No, I'll try to have it up ASAP.

Sorry again

Hope you enjoy.

-- Doctor Who --

It was late into the night before anyone in the Tyler mansion even began to consider getting some sleep, and quite a lot later before anyone of them actually did head off to their designated bedrooms, Pete and Jackie trying hard to accommodate everyone.

It was quarter-to-four in the morning before everyone apart from Jack had gone to sleep. Along with his fifty-first century biological makeup and his worry over the two still-unconscious Timelords, Jack wasn't able to force his body to relax enough to get some rest.

Sighing, he heaved himself off of the large bed that he had been vacating, and walked out of the spare bedroom that Pete had found for him.

His feet took him, with no conscious effort on his half, to the door of Rose's room, where the Doctor and the Master were lying in their healing coma's. He slowly opened the door, and slipped inside.

He stayed by the doorway for a short while, until his eyes adjusted to the darkness, before catching sight of Rose, sitting in the middle of the room… or more likely, in the middle of her bed and the fold out bed that the Timelords were resting on.

She had sat herself down there the moment they had arrived at the mansion, and refused to move for any reason shape or form.

She seemed to be fighting back the exhaustion her body was feeling, if the drooping head and fluttering eyelids were anything to go by, but wouldn't let herself sleep.

A smile tugged at Jack's lips, as he grabbed a quilt that had been draped over the chair by the door, and walked over to the young Londoner. He sat down next to her, and threw the blanket over her legs.

She hadn't noticed him until he had sat down, she was that tired. Shaking his head, Jack put his arm around her shoulders and said reassuringly, "They are going to be fine."

Sighing, Rose nodded and replied, "I know…but that doesn't stop me from worrying about them. I hate seeing the Doctor like this, it's like when he regenerated. And it's just as bad with the Master."

Jack understood her worry, he had felt it many times for his own team. He smiled, tightening his grip of her shoulders, and replied quietly, "I know. I'm the same with my lot back in Torchwood. Doesn't matter if it's a gun wound or a runny nose, I get worried about them all the time. You should have seen me when they all caught the flu…I honestly don't know who had it worse off."

This elicited a small chuckle from Rose, who asked, "Sick bucket and everything?"

Jack grinned and answered, "Yep. Ianto was the one with the sick bucket, didn't want to kiss him that day that's for sure, Gwen needed a shipment of tissues- never going to be able to look at her the same way after seeing what she pumped out her nose. I had to pretty much smother Owen before he opened his mouth for the medicine, you wouldn't expect that from a doctor. And Tosh had to be forcibly removed from her workstation, three times."

Now Rose was laughing loud and happily…a little too loudly actually, Jack quickly made some shhh-ing noises in between his own chuckles.

After a while, they both calmed down, Rose leaning happily into Jack and resting her head on his shoulder. For almost fifteen minutes they sat in comfortable silence, until Rose noticed that Jack had nodded off.

Laughing quietly to herself, she sniggered under her breath, "So much for your fifty-first century spiel eh Jack?"

Since she couldn't move, and there was no point stay awake when absolutely everyone else in the house was asleep, Rose decided that there was no harm in resting her eyes for a little while, because they were stinging with the effort of staying open.

-- Doctor Who --

Groaning painfully, the Doctor rolled onto his stomach, trying to get back to sleep because his body was aching and he really didn't want to be awake to feel it.

However, his brain started to kick in, and it started wondering why he would be aching so badly…and when he had felt like this last-

With a jolt of panic, the Doctor flipped over and sat up, hurriedly looking at his arms and touching his face, trying to find any changes, while muttering profusely, "Oh not again Rose is going to kill me."

He looked down to find that he was in a pair of pyjamas that weren't his, in a bed that wasn't his, and in a bedroom that looked like Rose's. These signs were all adding up to a big picture that didn't bode to well for himself.

He was about to run and find a mirror or shiny surface of some sort, when on the other side of the room, a sharp and panicked gasp came from the midst of a surprisingly large pile of blankets, and the Master's head poked up out of it.

He too was trying to find signs of a regeneration, well one hand was while the other clutched at the side of his head.

The Doctor caught his companion's attention, and asked quickly, "Have I changed? Do I still look the same?"

Never one to miss an opportunity to snark at his rival, the Master replied, "Unfortunately, onto more important things…what about me?"

A flash of irritation swept through the Doctor soon, almost instantly replaced with relief and a touch of mischief.

He frowned seriously and inspected the Master's unchanged form, before declaring solemnly, "I'm afraid the news isn't too good."

The Master gaped at him, and started touching his face again, muttering in his panic, "No, I can't have regenerated, not again."

It was then that Rose woke up, and cried happily…in Jack's ear, "You're awake!!"

With a yelp, Jack woke up also, clutching his ear and sending an accusing glare at Rose, who didn't notice or care, as she was in the middle of squeezing the air out of the Doctor's lungs.

The Master didn't seem to care too much either, because he barked at Jack, "You…girly freak."

"Oh it's so good to have you back," sighed Jack sarcastically, resting his elbow on his knee and propping his head up.

"Whatever…have I changed? Regenerated I mean?"

Frowning slightly in confusion, Jack answered in a slow voice, "Nooo."

The Master looked relieved for a second, before fixing his gaze on the Doctor and glaring daggers at him. "You said that I regenerated!"

The Doctor smirked over Rose's shoulder and replied, "No, I said the news was bad. And it was, you haven't changed a bit."

Huffing indignantly, the Master crossed his arms over his chest and leaned moodily against the headboard, pointedly ignoring the Doctor and Jack's chuckling.

Rose gently slapped the Doctor's arm, and quickly went over to the Master, who was sulking quite effectively in his bed. Smiling she leaned in and hugged him, surprised when he happily hugged her back, and said, "I don't think it's a bad thing."

He smile one of his rare genuine smiles, and replied happily, "Thank you."

Rose hugged him once more, before pulling back and announcing, "I have to go get Martha, she's going to be so relieved that you are okay."

"When you say you, you mean the Doctor right?" asked the Master, an eyebrow quirking up.

"Well…yeah," replied Rose, a little awkwardly.

The Master grinned, and lied back down on his bed with his arms folded behind his head. "Oh good, it would be weird if she started liking me."

Rolling her eyes, Rose went off to get the young doctor.

-- Doctor Who --

"Get in!" bellowed Martha, shoving the Master through the door of his and the Doctor's room none too lightly.

"I'm going you crazy woman," cried the Master, glaring over his shoulder, before sitting on his bed and crossing his arms moodily.

"Not going to work," snapped Martha, before spinning around and turning to the Doctor and Jack.

Seeing they were in trouble, the Doctor- who was sitting in his bed reading one of Pete's Agatha Christy books, and Jack who was sitting on the ground in front of the bed relaxing, gave her their most charming smiles, only to be met with a stony, "Not going to work either."

"Ah but you see Martha," began the Doctor, closing the book neatly on his lap and holding up a hand, "Jack and myself haven't actually done anything, I believe it was the Master you were angry at."

Catching sight of the Master glaring at them, Jack shrugged and replied, "You can't always save everyone."

Martha glared more at the Doctor and hissed angrily, "You said you would keep watch on him!"

"Yes I did," began the Doctor, only to be interrupted by Jack saying, "He watched him walk right out the door."

"You haven't got over the Satellite 5 thing have you?"

"Not quite yet…but we're getting there."

"Would you all shut up?!" cried Martha, feeling like her head was dangerously close to exploding…or dissolving into a steaming puddle, one of the two. "You have just woken up from what can only be described as a coma, caused by serious head trauma which could have killed you both, and I am your doctor…please tell me, what is unreasonable about asking you to stay in bed for a couple of days?!"

There was a somewhat frightened silence on the Doctor and Jack's part, only broken…unhelpfully, by the Master who put in, "I never asked you to be my doctor."

Martha let out a frustrated growl, her hands clenching and unclenching in fists, in what can only be described as an attempt to calm down the incredible desire to squeeze them very tightly around a certain Timelord's oesophagus.

"Fine, that's it…you can drop dead for all I care, and I won't lift a finger to help, you see."

Thinking that he better set matters straight for everyone's safety, the Doctor timidly stated, "Martha, that also means you can't help him drop dead."

Growling angrily again, she pointed her finger at Jack and grounded out, "Watch them."

Jack was about to argue when the Doctor kicked him both subtly and hardly in the head, which caused him to forget everything until Martha was conveniently out of the room.

"Ouch."

"Exactly what I was saving you from if she can slap like her mother," replied the Doctor, picking up his book again.

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