A/N: Ahm. Well. This was just sort of jotted down rather quickly, so... *innocent whistle imsorryifthisiscrap*

Yeah. I'm starting another story. While I still have two unfinished and one that I promised to write up. Plus, one that I have to re-write. But Summers coming soon, so, hey. I'll have more time after my acting class. And... I promise I'll try and get them done during the summer...

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who. Sadly.

Alright, let's get something straight before you read any further: Rose Tyler was not against camping. She was not against people who went camping, nor was she against hiking through nature. What she was against was a certain woman sending her out to a camp miles away from home, with nobody that she knew. As far as Rose was concerned, she was allowed to be against that. After all, her mum had suddenly bolted into the living room, thrown a brochure at her, and excitedly explained that she had signed Rose up for 'Camp Dustun', a place where she was bound to make new friends and, as Rose had been wanting for a while, an excuse to get out of work. And that wasn't even the biggest problem. No, the biggest problem was that Rose was 19. She should be a counselor, not a camper. Do you know how embarrassing it is to have to walk into work and tell your boss you were going to be camping for the Summer? Plus, Rose's boss wasn't the most trusting woman, which meant she'd been forced to give her the brochure Jackie had thrown at her. The brochure had cartoon-y pictures of hikers and forest across it, along with a few cartoon rabbits thrown along the bottom. Basically, the camp was technically for people ages 6-19, but nobody over 15 actually ever attended. Except Rose, of course.

Ugh. Rose bumped her head on the bus window, gripping the bag on her shoulder tightly. The bus was filled with giggling, screaming girls and boys who obviously had no idea that they'd been sent to a camp just so their parents could have some peace and quiet for a few months. And Rose didn't blame them, either. These kids really didn't know when to shut up. The driver had told them to quiet down at least six times now; only a few kids listened, and after a few minutes they were just screaming all over again. It was hot and stuffy inside, and she was being shoved up against some 14 year old boy who couldn't keep his hands to himself. Rose couldn't wait until the bus would stop, especially since everyone was separated into cabins by their age. That meant that unless there were other kids from ages 17-19 in the bus in front and behind of the one Rose currently rode in, she would have a cabin all to herself.

Which, of course, may sound lonely, but Rose would rather be by herself rather than a group of teenagers who stayed up past curfew hours and wouldn't let any one else get any sleep. When the bus finally pulled to a stop, Rose was the first out of the bus, even though she'd been sitting at the very back of the horribly crowded bus. She took a deep breath of relief, wrinkling her nose at the smell that wafted over to her. It smelled a lot like some kind of animal crap, which lead to Rose thinking that she was going to have to get used to the out-door smell; which for a camp meant the smell of immature guys pee on a tree, animal crap, and kids who refused to take a shower because they were shy.

The sound of a car horn ripped through the air suddenly, and all of Rose's things fell from her grip when she jumped. A couple of kids laughed at her mistake, whilst others just glanced shyly at her and shuffled on by without offering to help. Growling in frustration, she crouched down to collect the items that had spilled from her duffle bag. She stuffed two cd's she taken from home, her mobile, and a pack of gummy bears back into the tiny bag first. She reached for the water bottle, the only other object to have fallen out, but somebody else picked it up first. Rose glanced up in surprise, rising to her feet.

A tall, thin man with some rather great hair stood in front of her. He had only a bit of stubble, and it suited him very well. His chestnut brown hair spiked up in all directions, and he had sideburns that about reached his earlobes. His large brown eyes glittered happily, as if he actually enjoyed spending his summer at a camp. "Here," he said, handing her the bottle. It took Rose a few moments to process the fact that this man, this slightly gorgeous man, was in fact a counselor; pale green suit, name tag and all.

"Thanks," Rose replied rather quietly, moving the objects in her bag around to make room for the bottle.

"No problem," he grinned widely, rocking back on his heels. "Sorry 'bout Steve- that's the bloke that honked the car horn- his favorite part about camp is scaring everyone, whether it's just making them jump from surprise or telling cliché ghost stories around a campfire. He's a bit of a moron, but you learn to love him. Well, by love, I mean like of course. Get used to. Then again, who knows what goes on in a girls head..."

Rose couldn't suppress a small giggle. He cocked his head. "What?"

"Nothin'."

He arched an eyebrow. "Not nothing, what is it?"

"Well," she smiled, "I was just wondering if you always rambled?"

"I've been told it's my best talent," he nodded with a completely straight face as if to suggest he was being serious. Of course, they both broke out grinning after a few seconds of silence.

"Also," Rose pointed at his name tag, "I can't help but notice that it appears you have no name."

He glanced down at where his name should be, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. The name tag was blank, just a slip of blank paper. "Ah. So it does. I can't seem to recall what it was, actually..." Rose blinked. He snorted, "Kidding. It's Smith." He stuck his hand out. "Mr. Smith to a camper like yourself."

She shook his hand politely, although she doubted either of them were actually trying to be polite, but more of making fun of the action. She was surprised to realize she felt at ease around him. "Rose," she said, dropping her arm back to her side. "Rose Tyler."

Mr. Smith clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, studying her. At that moment, Rose wished she'd worn her hair up instead of down. She also wished she'd applied make-up before she'd left home. According to the camp's brochure, make-up wasn't allowed. Then again, neither were mobiles, so why she hadn't just stuffed in some cover-up or something, she didn't know. He didn't seem to be studying her face though. Well, he certainly didn't look like he was judging her based on her face anyway. "Well, pleasure to meet you, Rose Tyler."

"Ah, Smith." They both glanced up the man who had caused Rose to drop her things- Steve- approached them with a clipboard in hand. "I'm assigning you to cabins number ten, five, and four. Anderson's with one, six, and three, Hardy with two, seven, and eight. I assume that's fine with you?"

"Of course," Mr. Smith nodded, straightening his back. Steve simply nodded, turned and left. Rose cocked her head.

"He calls you all by your last names?"

"Yup," he popped the 'p'. "Calls us by nicknames sometimes though. Mrs. Anderson, she somehow achieved the nickname 'lollipop', much to her distaste. Mr. Hardy got stuck with 'midget', poor bloke."

"Is he?"

"Is he what?"

"A midget?"

That made him laugh. "Nah, he's just shorter compared to the rest of us. But he's not a midget."

"Oh," Rose nodded. "And what did you get stuck with?"

"The Doctor."

"'The Doctor'? Why?"

"I was more of a medical assistant last year," he admitted, shrugging. Well, that certainly explained why he had looked so excited for the day to properly start, if this was his first year being an actual counselor. "Last year I was the only adult with medical training, so they stuck me in a little room as a nurse. Of course, Steve thought 'nurse' sounded too girly, so he began calling me the Doctor. It's better than lollipop or midget, I suppose."

Rose grinned. She liked Mr. Smith. Or, the Doctor. She had a feeling she would be referring to him as the Doctor now, just because it sounded... well, not so civilized. Mr. Smith was a boring name. But, anyway, he was funny and kind. In fact, so far he was the only person who'd been nice to her since she'd arrived. Plus, he was at least somewhere around her age group; maybe only a couple years older. She was starting to space off staring at his face, but the same car horn pierced the air again. Crossly, she whipped her head around the stare at the car. Steve grinned as several campers sent glares in his direction, one of them even building the courage to flip him off. He just laughed, and pointed uphill.

"Camps up that way," he said loudly. Rose glanced over at where he was pointing. Her heart sunk. There wasn't exactly a clear trail that led to the camping grounds. It was more like a line of weeds and over-grown grass that had simply been shoved sideways. Some of the kids were already plowing their way towards the direction of the camp. Rose just wanted to go home. Heaving a long sigh, she started after them, the Doctor at her side. His hand kept brushing hers and each time, she felt herself blushing at the contact. Luckily, he didn't seem to notice, as he was focused on the sky.

"Looks like it's going to rain tonight," he commented, and then as if on cue, the sky lit up with lightning and rain came pouring down hard. Most of the kids started groaning, speeding up their pace. Rose couldn't help but laugh.

"What's so funny 'bout rain?" The Doctor asked, making sure to keep an eye on the younger kids.

"Nothing funny," she shrugged. "You just like, summoned it. Oh! Is that something you're not telling me? Are you a rain god? Do ya' do a little rain dance to make it stop? Or is that Midgets job?"

"Very funny," a deep voice snapped from inside the covers of the trees. Rose didn't need to ask to know that it had been Midget, also known as Mr. Hardy, who had spoken. Both the Doctor and Rose shared a laugh before having to speed up before the storm got even worse.

Maybe, Rose thought, glancing shyly at the Doctor, this camping trip won't be so bad after all.

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