This idea came to me when I was, SURPISE! Camping. As I'm sure you'll be able to tell, I know nothing about British culture. I think. Anyway, I wrote this first bit in about...oh, five minutes? So, please...don't expect a masterpiece. Reviews are all I ask for. :P And constructive critisism is...how do I put it? FanTAStic.
Oh, and GUESS WHAT! I don't own any part of Doctor Who.
"You have got to be kidding!"
"What?"
"You've never been camping!" Rose stared at the Doctor, her jaw nearly on the floor. "I can't believe it. I just can NOT believe it. What, nine hundred years? And you've never been camping? Not even once?"
The Doctor opened his mouth and started to talk, but the words came out rather jumbled together. Rose rolled her eyes and started walking down a corridor of the TARDIS.
"And where are you off to?" He questioned after her.
"I'm going to pack," she shouted back at him, not bothering to turn around. "And I expect you to be ready for a weekend of fun in the wilderness when I get back, as well."
"But—" He started and then stopped himself. Typically, when Rose wanted to something, there was no sense in arguing with her. He sighed, ran a hand through his already messy hair, and started off in the direction of Rose.