Mister Tyler needs a Doctor- RL

[out_of_my_time]

On his bed, Sam Tyler shivered; he felt like he was burning up with fever, but the sweat that dotted his forehead and stained the collar of his vest was cold and clammy.  He hiked the blanket up further around his shoulders, hunching over the incongruous silver laptop that sat before him.  Typing was an effort, with the way his fingers shook, and

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[timey_wimey]

Well, the Doctor just hoped that Sam's flat would be large enough to hold a TARDIS, otherwise they would be in trouble. Especially as the Doctor wouldn't be able to pay any bills for any damage the TARDIS might cause.

So he landed in what he hoped was a corner of Sam's flat and pulled open the door, leaning against it for a brief moment. "Hello," he said quietly.

[out_of_my_time]

When the familiar, grinding noise of the TARDIS's engine filled his flat, Sam couldn't help himself; he laughed. The sound was very nearly hysterical. He twisted on his bed, scrubbing a hand across the sweat stinging his eyes, and looked up.

The TARDIS was parked neatly next to the bed, in some of the only clear floorspace Sam had in his flat, and there was the Doctor. He leaned against the doorjamb of his ship, pinstripes and coat and mad hair and all of it. Sam felt like laughing again, but he held himself back.

'Doctor,' he managed, his breath leaving him in a huff at the end of the word. 'You really here, or 'm I hallucinating again?'

[timey_wimey]

The Doctor frowned. "I feel pretty real." He pinched himself experimentally, then winced. "Yeah, definitely real. Real as anything, me."

He stepped towards the bed and sat down on the edge. "How have you been holding up, then? Feeling any better...?" He hazarded a guess, looking at Sam's face, and then his own face fell. "Or feeling worse I suppose, though I hope not."

[out_of_my_time]

The bed complained noisily when the Doctor sat down, and Sam shifted over a bit. Of all the times to meet the Doctor, and he had to be out of his mind on drugs. Glee warred in him with his current, abject misery, and ended up compromising with a rather tight smile, and a fairly vain attempt to stop his continued shivering.

'Been better. Keep seeing things- everything started going in slow motion a while back, but-'

He cut himself off with a little grunt of breath as his left arm snapped up again.

Enough, enough, enough, enough-

Sam looked back up at the Doctor, grimacing faintly. 'Well.'