Sun, Sea and Sand
Chapter Three: English Weather
Typical, it's raining now. Well, what great inspiration.
I'VE DONE IT AGAIN! WHEN WILL I LEARN?
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who. Got it? Good.
Rose sighed. The rain was still hammering down on the caravan, sounding ten times louder on the metal.
"What're we going to do then?" she asked, staring morosely into the bottom of her empty mug. She thought longingly of Spain and beaches and cocktails.
"Why don't we eat? It must be around lunchtime," the Doctor suggested.
Rose checked the time on her phone. It was around one in the afternoon - her stomach gave a rumble and she knew the Doctor was right.
"We don't have any food. And we can't go out in this weather."
"Check the cupboard, I'm sure you'll find something in there."
Rose, puzzled, got up and opened one of the cupboards in the unit under the sink. It was full of tins - a lot of beans, in fact.
"I suppose you did this then?" she smiled, pulling out a tin of beans.
"Yep. Why, who did you think it was?"
"I don't know ..." Rose found bread in another cupboard and was soon cooking up lunch. While she was looking at their provisions, she'd also come across a bottle of champagne in the fridge. The Doctor had just smiled and winked.
"Ah, beans on toast," the Doctor said happily as Rose placed his plastic plate in front of him, "I love it even more than beans beside toast."
"Shut up," Rose laughed thickly through a mouthful of beans.
It was quite enjoyable - watching the rain drench the outside world as they shovelled hot beans eagerly into their mouths. Rose even had a giggling fit when a man ran past after his little girl on her trike. She nearly choked on her toast and the Doctor had to smack her on the back.
They'd been so hungry their plates were clean in two minutes flat. Rose cleared them away and searched around for something else. There was a cupboard stuffed with mini muffins and biscuits and chocolate and more.
"Oooh ... stop spoiling me, Doctor," she moaned, grabbing handfuls of junk food and dumping them on the table.
"This has got to last the week, so steady on!"
A whole bag of cookies lasted a couple of minutes. Rose had to force herself to put the rest back - though when the Doctor nipped out to the toilet block later she sneaked a muffin.
When he came back, he seemed to bring the sunshine with him. There was still a slight drizzle, but it was no longer cold and too miserable.
"It's nicer out there now, d'you want to go for a walk? See what's what, look around the site .." The Doctor faltered, suddenly frowning. Rose frowned too, wondering what could be wrong. The Doctor laughed out loud.
"You'd better look in a mirror before you go, though," he snorted.
Rose checked in the mirror behind her - her mouth was covered in muffin crumbs. She brushed them away, blushing.
"You go and wash your face," the Doctor chuckled, "And let that be the last time you steal muffins from me!"
Rose ducked into the bathroom which was, like the rest of the van, well equipped. She even gave her teeth a quick brush and dabbed spot stick on her face, just for the sake of it. And the minty freshness in her mouth gave her the urge to kiss the Doctor. She didn't bother trying to fight it.
The Doctor locked the caravan behind them and picked something up from the awning. Rose took hold of his free hand, smiling.
"I love you," she said.
"Hi to you too," the Doctor replied, trying not to laugh again. Rose, a bit annoyed, ignored him for a short while.
They seemed to be walking towards the playing field. Rose cheered up instantly - the weather hadn't been improved long enough for any children to be outside yet. They had it to themselves.
"Can we go on the see-saw together?" she asked.
"Well, it's still soaked, so unless you want a nice wet bum ..."
Rose sighed, returning to her sulk. She could withstand worse than a wet bum, and the Doctor knew it.
She cheered up a second time, however, when the Doctor produced a frisbee.
"Are you up for a game?" he asked.
"Yeah!"
The Doctor threw the plastic disk across the field. Rose ran after it, her hair blowing about behind her. She picked it up - her hands were red with the chill, but at least she wasn't dripping wet any more.
After a few minutes frisbee playing, Rose was out of breath. She watched the frisbee fly past her and towards the climbing frame, and decided she'd retrieve it before having a rest. She walked, catching her breath, until she was within five metres of the climbing frame. She broke into a jog - and slipped on the muddy grass.
"Rose! Are you all right?" the Doctor yelled. He started running after her.
Rose got up slowly. She couldn't feel any pain anywhere, but she was shocked. Her face felt very cold. She licked her lips to warm them up - and got a mouthful of mud.
"Eurgh!" she cried, spitting onto the grass. She spat and spat until the taste had gone. She nearly hit the Doctor, who was panting after running all the way to her.
"You all right?" he repeated, then he chuckled at her muddy face.
"Well, apart from this .. fine, yeah."
"Come on -" The Doctor clambered onto the climbing frame and hoisted Rose up after him. They sat together, looking down at the frisbee.
"Have you got a hankie or anything?" Rose asked pathetically.
"Oh - sorry, yeah, I should do ..." the Doctor fished around in his pockets until he came across a spotted handkerchief, "Here -"
Rose wiped her face gratefully, "Thanks."
The Doctor was laughing again. "Your poor face - dirt doesn't like you today, does it?"
"It seems not," Rose muttered crossly, "I would've so laughed if it was you covered in smelly muck."
"Hey! Did I laugh at you?"
"Yes!"
"Oh, well, that's OK then." The Doctor put his arm around Rose, serious now, "Are you sure you're fine?"
"Yes, I'm fine."
"No, you're not. You need the Doctor." The Doctor hugged Rose tightly. She snuggled up to him, smiling.
Perhaps the English weather wouldn't be so bad after all.
Again, I'm tired. I must sleep and dream about ideas of what's coming next! Please review!