Um...looks very sheepish. Sorry. I havent updated in...ages. Please dont kill me! If you can find it in your hearts to get back into this story then please do. I dunno if this chappie lives up to expectations as I havent written it in so long so please forgive me. And review!
"I'm singing in the rain. Well, shower, actually. Just singing in the rain! What a glorious feeling. Ooh…that's a bit hot. Eek. I'm happy again!"
"Doctor! Will you hurry the hell up in there? I want a shower too!" Rose yelled, banging on the door of the bathroom.
"Sorry!" the Doctor grinned to himself and rinsed the last of the shampoo out of his hair and then stepped out of the shower whistling. He wrapped a green towel around his waist and then stepped in front of the mirror. "Hmm…I need a shave." He ran a hand along the stubble on his chin before whipping out his razor and setting to work.
"Doctor!" A sharp yell caused his hand to slip and slice at the skin on his jaw.
"Ow! Rose!" he shouted back, "Thanks a lot!" He looked at the cut in the mirror and sighed. Gathering a wad of toilet paper he stemmed the bleed and finished shaving.
A few minutes later the Doctor appeared a sheepish grin on his face and a long, thin cut along his chin.
"Look what you did," he admonished.
"Aw diddums, want me to kiss it better?" Rose mocked before flouncing into the bathroom.
"Wouldn't mind," the Doctor murmured under his breath before heading to the kitchen.
Jack, Lucy and Debs were sitting around the table. Jack flirting outrageously with the woman and Lucy laughing at her mother's put downs.
"Hey guys!" the Doctor greeted them jovially, "Ooh, its getting dark. Let's make a fire!"
"Fire!" Lucy's eyes lit up with excitement and she jumped to her feet.
"And where d'you think you're going, young lady?"
"To make a fire!"
"But your tea's gonna be ready soon."
"I'm not hungry," Lucy waved her mum off, "Let's go."
"Fine," Debs shrugged and left them to it.
The Doctor and Lucy headed out of the house and walked towards the tent that sat solitary in the field.
They'd got back a few hours ago. After walking the dogs they had some tea and cake (on the Doctor's request) and then the Doctor jumped in the shower.
"So, who's gonna get the wood?" Lucy asked.
"You can," the Doctor said immediately, slumping on the grass and placing the few twigs they had together in a pile.
"No, you can," Lucy fell down beside him and crossed her arms.
"No you."
"You."
"You."
"I can never have a mature conversation with you, can I?!" Lucy threw her hands in the air and jumped up. She stalked off. "I'll take the high road on this one."
"Suits me," the Doctor placed his hands behind his head and lay back, "The low road is very comfortable, thanks."
Jack and Rose joined the two by the roaring fire they had going. They were toasting marshmallows and giggling randomly.
"Hi, any marshmallows left?" Rose asked.
"Sure, help yourself," the Doctor offered her the packet before placing his own smouldering sweet on the tip of his tongue before yelping as it burnt the sensitive skin, "Not gonna be doing that again. I should really stop trying stuff with my tongue first."
"Where's Mum?"
"She was enjoying the peace and quiet when we left. She gave us these though," Rose lifted up some bottles of beer.
"Ooh! Yay!" the Doctor grinned, "Give us one."
"What? You are actually going to drink beer?"
"You think I don't drink beer?" the Time Lord raised an eyebrow.
"I've never seen you before."
"Well, I'm not this time either. I want to show Lucy what happens when you put a sealed bottle with alcohol on the fire. Watch and learn, Luce."
"You know I don't think that's such a good idea," Rose warned as the Doctor placed the bottle on the fire.
"Trust me, I'm a genius."
"You should get that on a t-shirt," Jack commented dryly.
"I tried but it only came in pink or yellow and I don't think either is my colour," the Doctor retorted.
Flame were licking at the bottle on the fire and it was shaking slightly.
"You know, maybe we should move back," the Time Lord suddenly said, "Its gonna blow."
Everyone dived to the floor just as the pressure built its breaking point and the bottle exploded. The fire almost jumped upwards and shards of glass span off in all directions.
"Ok, maybe that wasn't so clever," the Doctor lifted his head off the ground, grinning, "But it was cool, you have to admit." He climbed to his feet.
"Yeah, Doctor, so cool," Rose said, incredulous, "By the way, you're on fire."
"What? Argh!" the Doctor's trouser leg was aflame. He began spinning in circles, hopping on the spot, "Ah-e-oh, hot. Hot. So hot!" The man flung himself on the floor and rolled around on the grass until the material was free of fire, "I'm good! I'm good."
"Yeah, well let's get to bed. Lucy get lost," Jack declared.
"Thanks a bunch," Lucy leapt to her feet, "See you guys in the morning."
"Rolling, rolling, rolling. Rolling round in sleeping bags."
"Stop it."
"Rolling, rolling."
"Doctor, I'm trying to get to sleep. If you don't stop that now I will hurt you," Rose growled from inside her sleeping bag.
"Sorry, I just think I'm slightly hyper!" the Doctor chattered, eyes bright, "Must be all the additives in the marshmallows! Hic."
"Rolling…"
"Doctor…" Rose hissed warningly.
"Sorry."
"Is Jack asleep?"
"Uh-huh," the Doctor nodded in the darkness, "Let's jump him!"
"Let's not. You may have gay tendencies but I don't want him getting the wrong idea."
"Spoil sport." Suddenly there was a loud snore, like a rumbling volcano.
"Whoa, was that Jack?"
"Nope, it was the bear outside that's about rip your head off," the Doctor said in a dead pan voice.
"Yeah whatever," Rose laughed exasperated. The Doctor let out a very animalistic growl and Rose screamed. The Time Lord burst out into manic laughter.
"That was not funny!"
"It was."
"Wasn't!"
"Not a teensy bit?"
"No."
"Ok."
"Is Jack still asleep?"
"Yup."
"I have an idea."
"Involving what?"
"Scrubs."
"What?"
"Ever watched it? It's a comedy about doctors."
"Yes, I know what it is Rose. I have been around a bit."
"Well, there's this bit where Doctor Cox and the Janitor…"
Hehe, I love Scrubs! Anyway, hope you liked it. Next time: PAINTBALLING!