"You're being selfish!" I insisted rather loudly. I was actually just bored, and wanted to talk. This was a good excuse for boredom busting. We couldn't do much of anything else since we were on a wooden deck along the road, stuck in a rain storm.
"I am not!" the Doctor snapped back. The creature that started this argument blinked at us.
"Yes you are!" I wiggled my pointer-finger at the Doctor. He looked at me like I was a bug.
"It's my umbrella!" the Doctor glared. No, the umbrella didn't blink at us. Heh heh, that'd give the old Time Lord a good heart attacks. Hearts attack? Hearts attacks? Whatever.
"You're being cruel!" I poked him in the sides. Woo, the glares that man can do. I beamed at him for a split second. Ha! Poke!
"I don't think a little rain-" he began, swatting my hand away.
"Meanie!" I interjected while putting my hands on my hips.
"Is going to hurt-" he continued with mounting anger.
"Bully!" I wailed. High pitched and annoying, that's my aim.
"That wolf!" he snarled, finishing his sentence finally. Give the man an award, he finished a sentence while talking to the One That Annoys and Interrupts.
"Coward!" I spat. I glanced at this planets equivalent to a wolf - the creature that was the cause of this here argument. He was a very handsome wolf . . . thing. Dark grey fur and splashes of brown, bright brown eyes, and a cute black nose. His left front paw had a dash of white. Every once and awhile he'd sniff the flowers and path by his rock, then look at us.
"You do it then!" the Doctor seemed pleased with himself - like I would never do such a thing, ya'know.
"Give me an umbrella," I replied calmly. I looked up at the umbrella the Doctor was holding. Yellow with bright splashes of other colors. Matched his current outfit, too.
"Not one of mine, you don't," he growled, putting the umbrella up a little higher. I'm very short, you see, and I guess he figured I was going to try for his umbrella.
"Doctor! I don't own an umbrella!" I whined, though not as high as before. Personally, I'm glad I don't have one. Then I would have to go to the wolf, and I actually don't care if it gets wet or not. Not to mention I don't want to get wet, I don't want to be bit, and I don't want to step on the ground.
"Good thing, too, because if you did you wouldn't own your arm anymore, either," he pointed out, like it made perfect sense and WOW! I was dumb for not knowing it.
"But he's getting soaked!" I gestured to the wolf, then tugged on the Doctor's sleeve, knowing he hated it. Annoying little fly that won't leave, that's me. Bored me.
"So?" the Doctor asked in irritation, yanking his arm away. He glared at the wolf as if the wolf planned this second by second. The wolf blinked innocently.
"He hasn't ran off, doesn't that mean anything to you?" I asked, knowing full well why the wolf hadn't ran off but wanting to irritate the Doctor more. Irritate! Irritate!
"No." The Doctor shrugged, all normal. Phoey!
"Agg!" I gave up, throwing my hands in the air. Big old mean boring poop.
"Is that a word?" the Doctor wheedled.
"He's just sittin' there-" I started, frowning. The wolf wasn't just sitting, though, he was studying us. Reminded me of my math teacher before she sprung a math quiz.
"Probably just resting - comfortable looking rock and all," the Doctor guessed. He glanced at me. Uh oh, he's starting to catch on. Not about the wolf. The companion is just bored.
"Or waiting for a nice man to hold his umbrella over him," I needled anyway.
"Do you want to get soaked?" he snapped. Okay, he wasn't figuring it out, he just looked at me cause I'm dumb. How wude(rude).
"Not really-" I shook my head, grateful for the umbrella in the Doctor's hand. I like rain, but I don't like rain when the Tardis is a four-hour walk away.
"Then quit complaining," he told me sternly. No sense of fun, none at all.
"Or what, you'll spank me?" I glared at him. Try it, chubby. I'll-
"Now there's an idea . . . " He raised his left hand, the hand that was free from the umbrella. My eyes went wide. Nonono!
"Doctor!" I gasped, ready to dodge and run.
"Hmm?" he asked, putting his hand down.
"Perv." I shot at him, hoping to get back at him for scarring me into thinking he WAS going to hit me.
"Perv? Not that kind of spanking, who do you think I am, you're a child!" He seemed disgusted, horrified and maybe a little sick.
"No argument there," I answered. I was, after all, sixteen. A baby compared to Mister-Old-Guy.
"Really?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Daddy!" I looked up at him, hoping to see him squirm or at least wince.
"I don't think so." He frowned. Rats.
"Can't we go yet?" I changed the topic, looking around in hope of a break in the clouds. I wanted to get back to the Tardis and put my newly collected rocks into my collection.
"The ground is acid-like when it rains, I told you that," he lectured. "Hurry up, I said. We need to get to the Tardis, I said. But it's not going to rain, you said."
"Poor wolf." I reached my hand out for the wolf, who perked up, leaning forward slightly and looking at me with big, soft eyes. Sorry, puppy, no dinner for you to-day. At least, not a Canadian dinner.
"Not going back to that, are we?" the Doctor wondered, snatching my hand back.
"Why does the rain make the ground acid?" I questioned.
"Well, you see-"
"NO! I don't really want to know." I interrupted before the onset of a large explanation I didn't want. The wolf cocked his head.
"Herump." The Doctor was getting agitated from me interrupting him, so I tried to think of something to say without causing a rumble.
Only sound was the rain, hitting the decks, hitting the road, splashing in puddles. The forest to the right was getting the worst of it, though. Lucky us wasn't getting poured on - though I think I'm going to change my jeans when we get back.
I mused, "Good thing the locals put these decks along the road, eh?" Oh, that was stupid. The locals live here, dumb-bell, they would do precautions. Duh. The Doctor agreed with my inner voice.
"Of course they have!" He gave me a look. "You expect them to not put any protection up, in case of a freak shower? Don't be daft!"
I ignored him, looking off. I wanted to talk more, but my brain was at a halt. Something, anything to say. I looked back at him, stating, "I'm bored."
"Good for you." He wasn't looking at me anymore, gazing out into the meadow. He shifted the umbrella's position.
My stomach decided then was a good time to remind me I hadn't eaten yet today. So I asked hopefully, "Got anything to eat?"
"We would if you hadn't wanted to go rock collecting!" he spat. His left hand went rummaging around his coat, though. Good sign.
"You said it might rain. Might," I emphasized 'might'. I poked him in the side again. Woo, that infamous glare. One of these days I should squeeze his nose when he glares at me just to see his reaction . . .
"You should know by now when I say 'might' I mean 'it is going to'!" He waved it off, and then giving me a hard poke in return - and packet of beef jerky. Yum.
I took the Beef jerky, "Thanks." I munched while rubbing my side. Ouch. Then, "Hey, what if the rain was falling the other way?"
"Then we'd be in an alternate universe, as this planet's rain only falls the one way. Besides, the rain itself is harmless." He casually responded.
"Really? Cool." I grinned. One way rain. Neat invention. Wonder why it did THAT. Better not ask, though... I scarfed down the rest of the jerky.
Wow, I was hungry.
"Cool?" he repeated, looking at me with shock. What'd I do! I burped.
"Neat," I explained. I was sure he knew what 'cool' meant, but all well. "And excuse me."
"I know what 'cool' means, I just can't believe you used it." He smiled that smile, and I wondered why the hell not. 'Cool' was cool . . . er . . . yeah.
"Why not?" I wondered, cocking my head.
"Your time," he said. Oh, right. That explained tons.
"Whatever. Poor little wolf." I looked back out to the little wolf. Who was looking at me with hunger-filled eyes. Eep. Casey, you are being toooo nice to the wolf.
"I. Am not. Going to give. That wolf. My umbrella," the Doctor informed me, not slowly but clearly.
"Nice sentence structure you have there." I teased.
"Do not lecture me on how to speak." His voice said he was getting poked too much, but his eyes twinkled.
"Doctor?" I inquired a few moments later.
"Yes?" he answered while checking the clouds again.
"Why do you wear such a colorful coat?" I touched his sleeve again to prove my point - I had a brightly colored shirt on, but it wasn't nearly like his. Thank goodness.
"Why do you wear that Good Luck Bear bandanna all the time?" he countered, flicking my bandanna.
"My mom gave it to me." I smiled, putting my bandanna back in place.
"Ah . . . " He looked away.
"How about you?" I pestered.
"I don't own one." He grinned at me. Own one?
"What?" I was taken-aback. He was wearing one!
"I don't own a Good Luck Bear bandanna, therefore I can't wear one." The Doctor shrugged.
"I meant the coat!" I rolled my eyes.
"What about the coat?" He frowned, glancing down at himself. Ooooo, punch him in the nose and then run like hell, acid-ground be darned.
"Your just doing this to annoy me, aren't you?" I realized. I didn't punch him, of course. Don't punch the designated driver. He might drop you off on an uninviting planet and never come back.
"Its passing the time, isn't it?" He winked.
"Smart ass." I looked at the wolf again. He was looking forlornly at the road.
"Watch your tongue," the Doctor scolded.
"Or what?" I was really, actually, getting bored and I wasn't really paying attention anymore. Hey, a butterfly . . . in the rain? Weird.
"Or -" He didn't finish, giving his umbrella to his left hand and giving my butt a good wack with his right.
"OW!" I jerked away from him. "I can't believe you spanked me!"
"Well, you did give me permission to." He smirked.
"What! When?" Oh, my butt! It hurts! Darn old man, who do you think you are! Creep! Bully! Moron! Jerk!
"You called me 'daddy'." He pointed out, shifting his umbrella back to where it was in the first place.
"Creep." Tears - oh, how embarrassing, I hadn't cried since I was two! I glared and looked at the wolf. The wolf licked his snout. Adorable thing, just don't come near me!
"Aha! You didn't deny it!" The Doctor poked my side.
"Deny what?" I blinked at him, in confusion.
"That you gave me permission." He was still on that?
I mumbled something incredibly rude.
"What?" He half wondered, half warned.
"Nothing - hey! You said 'I don't think so' -" I glared up at him.
"Well, I'm reversing it." He seemed smug.
"But-" I protested.
"Rain's stopped." He shook his umbrella and closed it.
"You can't do that!" I glared. Reversing, ha!
"Do what?" he inquired.
"Never mind," I grouched. The wolf was just sitting there. "Poor wolf."
"Whats the reason now?" he sighed.
"He'll get sun-burnt," I said brightly as the wolf sniffed the ground.
"I did not just hear you say that," the Doctor scowled. The wolf looked at us, contemplated coming after me (he was looking at me in a hungry manner, I tell you!), but then gave the Doctor a good, long look. The wolf gave a defeated type of yelp, before he scampered away, happy as can be.
well, there you go . . . Casey Hannigan, the annoying twirp . . . I wasn't going to post this, but AnAncientSpirit bullied me into it. Hope you all enjoyed it.
