Ok, I hate this chapter, it's a load of bollocks. Sorry. :( Anyway, all I can say is DAVID TENNANT is so hot and let you read this poor excuse for a chapter. I do have a feeble excuse though, today when playing rounders I slipped over impaled myself on a cone (which canes by the way) and cracked myself over the head with a wooden bat which I think knocked the last few brain cells from my head. But look on the bright side, I have a Science and an English exam tomorrow! Whoopdeedoo! Anyway, there is no point in me saying 'Enjoy' as you'll probably want to throw yourself off the highest building straight after.

"You know, if we're gonna eat we'll need some wood to make a fire," the Doctor said.

"Great idea," Rose sat up and clapped her hands together, "Off you pop then. Me and Jack will just sit and wait here." The Doctor's eyebrows shot up and he gaped at her.

"Me?" he yelped in a high pitched voice.

"Yes, it was your idea so shove off," Rose grinned and pushed an indignant Doctor from the tent causing him to sprawl on the grass outside.

"Hey, that wasn't very nice," he whined and stood up, brushing off his suit, "Now look what you've done to my suit. You've made it all dirty!"

"God, Doctor, stop being so namby-pamby and get your butt moving," Rose shouted from within the tent and he set off grumbling towards the wood.

As he neared the building the barking grew louder and a grin returned to his face. Dogs! He just loved them. Now cats, that was another story. He sauntered past what he guessed to be the kennel block and smiled charmingly as he saw a young woman walk out of a side gate. She looked exhausted, her long curly brown hair was all over the place and her dungarees were covered in dog hair. When she spotted him she frowned, her brown eyes looking slightly angry.

"Hello, I'm the Doctor!" the Doctor greeted her, long-fingered hand outstretched in a warm gesture. Immediately her face unclouded and she smiled at him.

"So you're the Doctor, I can see what Rose was saying," the woman looked the Time Lord up and down appreciatively causing him to feel rather vulnerable, then she muttered under her breath, "And she might have some competition."

"Sorry, what was that?" the Doctor asked, unsure of what he'd just heard.

"Nothing, so, er…set up camp yet?" she asked.

"Yeah, just over there somewhere. They sent me to get the wood cos they're too lazy," the Doctor pouted, "By the way; I'm guessing you're Debs, right?"

"Oh god, how rude of me, yeah, I'm Debs Hunter," Debs replied, "Er…wanna meet the dogs?"

"Yeah, anything to get me out of wood collecting," the Doctor nodded and followed Debs back the way she'd come.

There were rows of kennels all along the inside of the building and dogs of all breeds jumping up and barking from inside them making one hell of a racket.

"So," the Doctor shouted above the din, "Do they all have owners or are some of them strays?"

"Well, most of them are just staying here for awhile, they have owners," Debs yelled back, "But the ones at the end have no homes and were just dumped on me."

"Aw, aren't you a cutie," the Doctor bent down and crouched on his haunches grinning at a tiny dog with brown fur and big soulful eyes.

"That's Kenzo," Debs informed him, "He's been here for three weeks, his owners are somewhere in Majorca. Been pining the whole time."

"Right, I remember when I took Rose to Barcelona and there were dogs with no noses there. She wanted to adopt one but I told her that she wasn't having it on the TARDIS. You see, the last time I brought an animal onto the TARDIS it turned out to be a shape shifting alien that wanted to kill me. I had to stave it off with a stick. Vicious thing. I still love dogs though, cats…not so much," all through the Doctor's speech Debs stared at him, mouth hanging open. He must be joking. Mustn't he? Shape shifting aliens. There's no such thing. Is there?

"Much as I'd like to stay, I have to g…aw!" the Doctor spotted another dog that was pushed up against the mesh of the pen. It was scrap of a thing with floppy ears and tufty fur.

"Oh, that one was dropped off here yesterday. Found on the roadside. He's a mongrel, about eleven months old," Debs supplied the information.

"Aw, isn't the lickle puppy a sweetie," Debs raised her eyebrows at the grown man fussing over the puppy but stepped forward as he stuck his fingers through the cage to stroke the dog.

"Oh, don't do that he doesn't like people and he bites everyone…" but she was stopped in her tracks as the puppy licked his fingers affectionately, "Except you it seems," she finished.

"Has he got a name?" the Doctor asked, fondling the puppy's silky ears.

"No."

"I'll call him Theodore."

"Theodore?" Debs gaped.

"Yes, what's wrong with that?" the Doctor jumped to his feet sounding indignant.

"Er…bit of a mouthful for a dog's name. Usually it's Ben, or Cookie or something," the woman replied.

"Ah, well, I like being different. Being different is good! He can be Theo for short though. Now, I really must be off. Nice meeting you Debs. I'll probably be seeing you in the morning but I need to fetch some wood for my human ape friends. Ta ta!" With that the Doctor was off, striding down the corridor and disappearing from sight.

Rose and Jack were outside setting up the metal foil barbeque they'd brought with them, without the Doctor's knowledge. Rose had just thought it would be funny to send the 900 year old alien off to get some wood when they already had a gas stove to cook on and coal. She wanted to see his face when he came back and realised what she'd done. She couldn't wait.

Jack was busy throwing on the sausages and burgers elaborately tossing them with the spatula. He was really enjoying himself.

"So, Rose, you can tell me, what are we gonna do tomorrow?" Jack asked, catching a run away sausage before it fell off the grill.

"Well, do you want the plan for the days we're gonna be here?"

"Yeah, in fact, how long are we gonna be here?" Jack questioned.

"I dunno, haven't actually set a time. Anyway, tomorrow we're going canoeing. Then we're going paint balling. Um…I wanna see how the Doctor fairs at football at some point but I dunno when. After that I have a few things arranged but you'll have to wait and see."

"Football? Now I can't see the Doc doing that," Jack shook his head, struggling to picture the lanky Time Lord kicking a football.

"Can't see me doing what?" without either of them realising the Doctor had crept up on them and plonked himself on the grass.

"Er…nothing," Rose gabbled quickly, then she noticed his lack of wood, "Hey, you haven't collected any sticks."

"I know, but we don't need them, you have a very good coal fire going there. Ooh, I love barbeques. Haven't had one in ages," the Doctor drew in a deep breath and grinned at Rose's face, "What?"

"You were supposed to get the wood and then we could laugh at you," she announced, feeling cheated of her fun.

"Ah, but this way I can laugh at you! Cos you made a fool of yourself!" the Doctor grinned wickedly, chortling, "Oh I met Debs by the way and she showed me some of the dogs. I've named one Theodore."

"Theodore?" Rose spluttered, almost choking on the hot chocolate she was sipping.

"Theodore?" Jack echoed and then yelped as he put his hand down in shock on the fire and burnt himself.

"Yeah, I don't see what's wrong with it," the Doctor frowned at his companions who were now in hysterics.

"At least," Rose wheezed, "It's not as bad as Arthur."

"Who's Arthur?" Jack asked, intrigued.

"A French horse."

"A French horse?! When did I miss this?!"

See what I mean, feel free to murder me now, it'll be welcome. Review though, and tell me how crap it is.