In the TARDIS' medical room the Doctor sat on a bed and winced as Rose removed another sting.

"Keep still," she grumped for the third time.

"You're hurting me," he retorted.

"S'not my fault, I'm being as careful as I can. You squirming around doesn't help."

"I am not squirming. And next time you entertain the bug while I fling shoes at it."

"Yeah sure ya betchya," Rose replied evenly. "You're just mad cos I came up with a brilliant idea."

"Yes it was fantastic," the Doctor agreed. "Right up to the point where it came for you. I told you to get to the TARDIS."

"Yes, but then who'd have saved your sorry ass?"

"I could have done that myself."

"Yeah right."

"Yeah. Right. Believe it or not, but I can look after myself."

"Which is why I'm cleaning these up," Rose stated, gesturing to the stings.

"S'my right hand and I'm right-handed."

"You know I'd love for once to go somewhere where the locals don't want to kill us. Or eat us."

"I told you it was dangerous."

"Hmm. Let's put a little sign at the bottom of the ramp saying 'TARDIS travel may be hazardous to your health'."

"That's not funny."

Rose chuckled, but said nothing. She cleaned up the last sting and placed a plaster on it. "There. All better."

"Hmm. Thanks."

The Doctor looked at Rose. "Where now then?" They were back in the console room, all set for a new adventure.

"Somewhere relaxing," she stated firmly. "Let's go fishing."

"Fishing?"

"Fishing." She glared at him as he stood there gaping at her. "That means we go fishing for fish, not you standing there doing an impression of one."

"Oh okay," the Doctor blinked and recovered himself. "Fishing. Scotland. Let's go find the Loch Ness Monster."

He span the wheel and pumped the device that Rose had money on being a bicycle pump. The TARDIS began to whine, the pitch climbing up in tone. Then the pitch began to fall. The Doctor looked at Rose. He gave her a bright 'oh shit' smile and tried again. The second attempt was no more successful than the first.

"What's the matter?" Rose asked.

"This thing isn't working."

"Did you check the batteries?"

"Rose!"

"Sorry."

They were third time lucky. Well if you count being flung on your arse lucky. Rose picked herself up again and sighed. "You know, we should rethink this procedure," she told the Doctor. As usual she got no response and she wondered why she bothered wasting her breath. She crossed the floor and opened the TARDIS door. There were purple hills under a blue sky and a huge lake with a surface like glass. She took a deep breath and smelt heather.

"Bloody hell, you did it," she told the Doctor.

"Your confidence in me is fabulous," he replied sarcastically.

"This isn't right," Rose muttered. "You're never this good. What's the year?"

"Shaddup or I'll take you back to the Jurassic and feed you to the dinosaurs."

Rose glanced down at her shorts. "Okay, not enough for Scottish weather," she mused. "I'm gonna go get changed."

Five minutes later and she returned to the console room in jeans and a jumper.

"Oi!" The Doctor protested. "That's one of mine."

"Well I don't have any warm enough. Anyway, there's plenty more. What are you, a jumper whore?"

"There's nowt wrong with 'aving plenty of jumpers. What else have you been pinching? Underwear?"

"Sheesh it's one jumper." Rose rolled her eyes at him. "And not unless the bra's yours."

The Doctor wisely chose not to pursue that one further.

Hours later they sat on the mossy grass, enjoying the peace and quiet. Or rather Rose sat. The Doctor lay on his back, snoring. Out in the water, the fly from her fishing line bobbed slowly. It was utterly quiet and Rose was enjoying herself. She glanced at the prone figure next to her. Life with the Doctor was certainly interesting. Rather it was hectic, frenetic and downright bloody dangerous. However it was nice just to sit and laze without any need to evade sudden danger.

At a particularly loud snore, Rose gave up on relaxing and stood, stretching the slight stiffness out of her limps. Throwing the sleeping Doctor a disgusted look, she decided to go for a walk and wandered off.

The grass was springy beneath her feet, the air was clear and the sun was warm. Rose revelled in the glorious sunshine and the sheer majesty of her surroundings.

"Rose?"

She heard the Doctor call her name and was struck by a sudden and childish urge to run away. She dashed along the lakeshore, the shale crunching under her feet. A glance over her shoulder revealed the Doctor in close pursuit. Rose squealed in glee and ran faster. However in the end, his legs were longer than hers and he caught her. Their momentum sent them tumbling into the grass. Rose laughed, grabbed a handful of grass and shoved it down his top.

"Oi!" He yelled in protest. "Wha'chya doin?" He stared, all bemused, at the giggling Rose. "And why did you run off?"

"Oh, ah," Rose panted breathlessly. "I just wanted to see if you'd chase me."

"What?"

She shook her head, unable to speak. The Doctor just stared at her while he recovered the grass from out of his jumper. After a moment, he swore and took off his jacket. He pulled the jumper off and shook it. He was annoyed.

"Idiot," he said to her. "I mean, that's just pathetically childish. Gah, there's grass everywhere." He looked at her to find her staring at him. "What?"

"Um," Rose managed. She was unable to take her eyes off her. "Gosh you're a bit…I mean… You never cease to amaze me with all your talents."

The Doctor looked at the faint blush on her face and then realised he was half naked. "Well. Doesn't that have a most interesting effect?"