A/N: I love you guys. You're all brilliant. :D *hugs with love*

Well, Rose was right. She was terrible at archery, and it was probably best that she never picked up a bow and arrow ever again. Not once had she hit the target; well, unless you counted the black outside ring. She'd hit that once. The rest of the arrows had collided with the ground. Oh, and some fourteen year old's shoe. It hadn't hit his actual foot; just a toe. In her defense though, he'd run out into the field before the Doctor had told them to go collect their arrows. The boy had made a huge deal of it, complaining and sobbing miserably until finally Kaylee had been forced to leave her group for a short time to take the kid back to his cabin. Rose didn't feel bad at all, especially since the Doctor had stood behind her snickering when he was positive the boy wasn't hurt too badly.

Now, they all trudged through the woods, mosquitoes biting their skin and grass cutting their legs. Rose was reminded why she hated being outside in 'The Great Outdoors'. Not all that great, really. Mumbling crossly under her breath as she bent down to swat a mosquito away, and looked up in time to see a kid about to throw a walnut at her. Glaring at him, his eyes widened, and he dropped the walnut and scampered to the front of the line, falling into place besides the Doctor.

Rose sighed. She wished she could go back home, even if only for a day. The campers in her group were mostly fourteen and sixteen, although there was one group of friends that were probably about thirteen. She usually had to look down to talk to them due to their height, so she'd just started ignoring them when they tried to strike up a conversation. Normally, she wouldn't think of doing such a thing. She hated being rude. But being sent to a camp was poisoning her attitude.

"Rose!"

The Doctor's voice sounded from the front of the group. Rose instantly slipped to the front by his side, bumping into him lightly as she did so. Walnut boy slowed until he was at the back.

"Yeah?" She craned her neck to try and examine their surroundings. In front of them was an area surrounded by a circle of trees with grass-covered shacks scattered about. The grass was much taller than the grass they'd just walked through.

"This is the paintball area. I helped set it up before camp started." He said it was such pride, it made Rose giggle a little. He smiled brightly at her, running a hand through his hair (which he still hadn't bothered to fix. She blamed his hair for her archery troubles). "Alright," he turned to face the group,"for all those who are thirteen, you're gonna' need more padding than others."

A whining sound erupted from somewhere in the crowd. The Doctor shrugged. "Sorry," he said, "paintball rules. I don't make 'em." With that, he spun around on his heels again, sent Rose the widest of grins, and slipped into the grass, heading towards one of the shacks to give them padding so they didn't all go back aching from the impact of paintballs.

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Alright, so paintball wasn't exactly Rose's sport, either. Her whole body was aching, despite the padding, from trying to twist out of the way of people shooting at her. Her hair had bits of paint sticking to it, and she hadn't actually hit many people. She hadn't gotten the worst of it though. Halfway through the game, everyone had decided to team up on their handsome counselor. They'd all hidden in the grass, behind the trees, and inside and behind the shacks. When the Doctor had come into clear view, they'd assaulted him. Now he sat on a tree stump, trying to get the paint out of his chestnut brown hair. Snickering, Rose approached him, sitting on the patch of grass in front of him. He glared angrily at her, though Rose knew he was kidding. She pursed her lips as he used a cloth to scrub dirt from his cheeks. He had a few leaves sticking from his hair. She leaned forward a bit, motioning for him to do the same. He did as told, and Rose plucked the leaves from his hair. He smiled that gorgeous smile of his.

"Ya' know, you can make some rather beautiful jewelry from leaves."

"Oh?"

He nodded and took the leaf from his hands, twirling it around between his pointer finger and thumb. "Yup," he popped the 'p', "used to make a lot when I was a little younger. Sort of forgotten how, now... I suppose I should learn again." He glanced down at her, smirking a little. She, in return, gave him a tongue-in-teeth grin. Suddenly, he jumped to his feet and grabbed her hand, bringing her up with him.

"It's nearly about time to go back," he said, starting a head-count. In all, they had eight-teen campers in their group. He lightly tapped her head when he counted her, then pointed to a different trail then the one they'd arrived here through.

"Can you lead?" He asked hopefully, nodding towards the kids. "I'm in a bit of pain right now- thank you very much." He motioned to the several places he'd been hit with paintballs. Rose nodded and moved to the front of the group. The Doctor called out to the other campers, informing them Rose was going to lead. She didn't know where she was going, but it couldn't honestly be that hard.

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They were a little late getting back, considering Rose had gone in a circle about three times until some fourteen year old mentioned that that was the same tree he'd peed on last time around. The Doctor had taken the lead after that, every so often snickering at Rose's poor sense of direction. She'd eventually ended up pushing him down a small hill, which had gotten a laugh from the campers. Alright, so camp wasn't horrible... but she still missed home.

Now, she was taking a shower, washing all the bits of paint out of her hair and just relaxing in the warm water. In about ten minutes, she had to go outside for dinner and listen to Steve constantly talk and more than likely tell ghost stories. Honestly, she wasn't really looking forward.

Reluctantly climbing from the shower, she threw on her pajamas and collapsed onto the main room's floor, her head spinning. She briefly wondered if she could just skip dinner and go to sleep, but quickly dismissed the idea as someone would eventually come looking for her. The carpet was nice and cool, and did she mention it was incredibly fluffy and comfortable to lie on? She could have probably stayed there all night if there weren't still some things to do. Sighing, she stood up and left her cabin to head to dinner.

Kaylee, Steve, and Mr. Hardy were all holding paper plates, standing a ways away from the campers who all huddled in their own little groups, talking and, in one group, throwing their food at each other. The Doctor was nowhere to be seen. Shuffling forward uncertainly, she approached the tables laid out and started to pick out her dinner.

Oddly enough, the Doctor never appeared to eat. Rose had gone back to her cabin's porch to eat, seeing as she didn't actually know any other campers. Steve eventually called everyone to gather around the campfire. He grinned at everyone once they were all sitting down, pulling his legs up to his chest. Rose settled down a good ways away from Walnut boy, plate still in hand.

"Have a nice dinner, everyone?"

Silence. Rose bit her lip to keep from chuckling at the lack of response, along with nearly everyone else around her. Steve shrugged and cleared his throat, staring at the campfire as if it were the most interesting thing there. Rose surveyed the group, searching hopefully for the Doctor. He wasn't anywhere in the circle they had formed; at least, not that she could see. She turned her attention back to Steve. He'd started his ghost story, starting with the classic, 'it was a dark and stormy night'. She only hoped this wouldn't be too long, or too cheesy. Everyone else seemed pretty interested in what he was saying; Rose just found herself bored and wishing for the Doctor to come over and talk to her. Not that he had to talk to her. Just seeing him would be enough... because, well, because he was her friend of course, he could make her laugh by making faces. It had nothing to do with his hair, or his eyes, or his grin, or anything like that. Not at all.

Shaking off the thoughts, she tried her best to pay attention to the story, and not think about the Doctor. She regretted it a little when she heard the story Steve was telling; the story of Bloody Mary. Rose had always hated that story. While, she knew it definitely wasn't true, just the thought of a little girl being buried alive after being declared dead was just a little creepy. The Supernatural episode involving Bloody Mary hadn't helped her fear at all, either. Steve was adding dramatic pauses, too. He started to tell what happened when you did the process in the middle, and then after, 'you turn three times' he paused, his eyes scanning the scared group of campers. Rose stared at him, waiting for him to finish.

"And..."

Two cold hands rested on Rose's shoulders and she shrieked, falling backwards off the log she'd been sitting on. The group started laughing, Steve grinning broadly at her. She looked up, meeting the warm, happy brown eyes of the Doctor.

"I hate you," she scowled playfully. The Doctor laughed, doing a small victory dance before puling her to her feet. She pushed him away softly.

"Alright," Steve stood to his feet, grabbing some sort of bucket to put out the camp fire. "Time to hit the hay. I'm sure your counselors have got something planned for you tomorrow; if not, they better start planning."

Rose nudged to Doctor, nodding at Steve. He rolled his eyes. "I've got it all planned, don't worry," he assured her, running a hand through his hair and yawning. Rose nodded slowly, watching as the campers got up to go to their cabins. The Doctor took her plate and tossed it in a trash bin, then pushed on her back, walking her to her own. His hand took hers, and she bit her lip. For any normal bloke, Rose would have pulled her hand away. But, then again, the Doctor wasn't exactly a normal bloke, was he?

"So what have we got planned then?" Rose asked.

"Well, I can't tell you, or else it wouldn't be as much fun, would it?"

"You said you weren't good at choosing," she reminded him, chewing on her thumb nail.

"I'm not. Kaylee helped," he admitted. "We're probably gonna' spend some time with her group."

"Is Reinette in that group?" She mumbled, kicking at the ground. The Doctor gave her an odd look, cocking his head.

"Uh, no?"

"Oh."

It was silent after that. It wasn't awkward really, but Rose would have rather been talking than just walking. Once they reached the cabin, the Doctor let her hand go, using it to hold the door open for her. She stepped inside, ducking under his arm. The Doctor ruffled her hair when she passed. She ducked away again, grinning. Rose expected him to say goodnight and leave at that moment. Instead, he just sort of stood in the doorway, staring at her with a small, happy, almost affectionate smile on his face (although, she was probably just imagining the affection, right?) He didn't say anything; just stared (but it wasn't at all creepy).

"What?" She finally said, standing up straighter. He shook his head, still smiling.

"Nothing," he finally answered. "Night."

"...Night."

With that, he turned, one hand stuffed in his pocket, and closed the door, leaving Rose a little confused, but happy none the less.

A/N: It's shorter and... stuff, so, yeah, a bit unsure of this chapter. I wrote it several times (many of which were versions in which Reinette was pretty hated in by a few characters) but eventually settled with leaving her out of the chapter all togehter. But it was fun to write, so. :3 I apologize to anyone I may have offended by complaining about having only three days left. ;~;

Annd... I promise I'll actually get to the "plot" (if you can call it that) in the next chapter.