A/N: I ate any said food. Oops. Also, guest starring my friend, Kyra. :3

Kaylee was pacing back and forth, her hands folded behind her back like she was some sort of professor and her ten year's work had just been set on fire. Yes, it was that bad. Thankfully, Rose had managed to not burn down the whole camp site each time she started cooking. Rose had been cooking for the last three days now; the night before was her last day. Clara had simply had a cold, but Steve hadn't wanted the campers to get sick with anything. Rose lazily sat back in a chair, trying to keep her mind clear of a certain tall, handsome, cheeky man she had met nearly a week ago. She wasn't having much luck, especially since Kaylee was speaking of him non-stop.

"It doesn't make sense. He's been acting so weird since he called in sick that one day. He won't eat and we only just get him to sleep every night. He won't explain anything, and he always looks like he's about to break out into frustrated tears."

Rose sighed, tucking a loose strand of blonde hair behind her ear. The Doctor had definitely kept to himself lately. Even though he lead her group, he always managed to avoid her. She would catch a glimpse of him, and then, he'd disappear, ducking out of sight. It annoyed her beyond end, and it made her feel guilty. When he wasn't doing his main job, he was hiding away somewhere; either in his room, or somewhere that nobody knew of.

"And the thing with Reinette," Kaylee mumbled. Rose froze and looked up, tilting her head.

"What thing with Reinette? What happened?"

"Last night, she came in to get all cuddly with him, like usual. He gently rejected her away at first, but she wouldn't quit bugging him and trying to get him to rest. He actually yelled at her. Rose, when the Doctor is mad, it's better to stay away. He sort of adopts this 'Oncoming Storm' look and well, it's not fun, to put it lightly."

Rose stared at Kaylee, mouth hanging open just a tiny bit. Why would the Doctor yell at Reinette? He was head over heels for that chick. Why would he do anything to her that would mess up their relationship?

"Anyway," Kaylee sighed, resting her hands on her hips. "He's taking cabins ten and four out to hike, and-"

"By choice?" Rose interrupted, holding her breath. Ten was her cabin. Kaylee shook her head no, arching an eyebrow. Rose's heart sunk, and she sighed. She had thought, for that brief moment, that perhaps the Doctor would want to start talking again, but apparently not.

Kaylee, still confused, continued on talking, but Rose wasn't listening. She scanned the camping area until her eyes rested on the Doctor. He was sitting on one of the benches, his head lowered, hands clasped together in his lap. He looked destroyed, and the fact that Rose still didn't really understand why was killing her.

"Could they really get fired?" Rose asked, turning her attention back to Kaylee, lacing her fingers together in her lap. Kaylee finally stopped pacing, giving Rose an odd look.

"Sorry?"

"I mean, just, theoretically, if a counselor was to have a relationship with, well, you know... could they really get fired?"

"Uh, well, I guess, yeah. Why?"

Rose didn't answer. She chewed on her lower lip and the insides of her cheeks before she finally stood up, pulling her hair back into a high pony-tail. "Right," she mumbled, turning to rest her gaze on the ground. "Better be off then."

"Rose," Kaylee rubbed the back of her neck. "Maybe you should talk to him. He'll listen to you?"

Rose felt anger and depression forming in her stomach. She nodded quickly, turning around and hurrying away, wincing. There was a time he would have listened to her, but she doubted he had any interest anymore.

XXX

Let's make a note of something, shall we? Rose hated hiking. She hated the bugs, she hated the planets, she hated the animals. Everything about it was just terrible. And, hey, to make matters worse, they just happened to get lost with only ten campers total and their reluctant, embarrassed counselor, who was currently trying to get his walkie-talkie to work, without much luck. One of the more clever kids was standing over the Doctor, a pair of glasses resting on his nose.

"Dude," the kid sighed, rolling his eyes. "You seriously screwed that thing up. How did you even manage to drop it in the river?"

The Doctor scowled in frustration. "It slipped from my pocket, I don't really have ninja reflexes. Although, that would be cool."

The kid gave him an odd look, threw his hands into the air, and stalked away, leaving behind a bemused looking Doctor. Before the 'Lake Incident', as Rose had started calling it, she would probably have teased the Doctor to his grave. She would have loved to have gotten lost in the woods with him. But now she wanted to get back to the camp site as soon as possible. The worst part was, she had a feeling in the pit of her stomach that they weren't getting back anytime soon. Brushing off dirt that was clinging to her arm, she leaned back against one of the trees in the area, twirling her hair between her fingers. She heard the Doctor groan in anger and frustration, causing her to look up through her eyelashes. He had thrown the walkie-talkie onto the ground, and the antenna had snapped off. Rose couldn't help but giggle. When she did so, the Doctor looked up, and for the briefest of moments, their eyes connected. Quickly, they both looked away. Rose felt butterflies in her stomach. Along with anger and a splash of pain.

She missed teasing and laughing with the Doctor. Four days was already killing her- how could she last for the rest of the summer? It was stupid really. He was running from something that couldn't be avoided. He did that a lot, Rose thought. He ran away from the things he was too scared to face. While, she understood that is would feel better to run, but really, he couldn't run forever. He was going to have to talk to her eventually.

Rose laughed a little. It was like in middle school, when you had to preform a presentation. They always said to go sooner than later, to get it over with. With that in mind, Rose scrambled to her feet. Stupidly enough, she felt herself shaking, just a little. Taking a deep breath, she crossed the small circular area all the campers were in, to where the Doctor was slumped over, his back against a wide tree, looking defeated. She bit hard on her tongue to keep herself from blurting out something stupid. Swallowing, she quickly sat down beside him before she could change her mind. She made sure she was facing him. The Doctor stared at her, looking like he was trying to prove to even himself that he was brave, but his chocolate eyes were wide, and he'd tensed up.

Rose quickly tried to think up something to say. Listen, about the other day- let's pretend it never happened? Except, Rose didn't want to pretend it never happened. Why can't we still be friends? No... that didn't really sound like Rose. The Doctor was staring at her, almost expectantly. She realized that he was expecting her to yell at him or something along those lines.

"Hey," she finally squeaked, biting down on her lip since her tongue had started to hurt. Surprise lit up the Doctor's face.

"Hey," he mumbled, looking down at his lap. Rose bit into her lip and giggled. He looked up in surprise, arching an eyebrow.

"Only you," she snorted biting down on her thumb nail and grinning at him. He gave her a confused look, tilting his head. Rose shook her head, amused. "Only you could manage to get us lost."

"Oh, shut up," he grinned at her. Rose snickered, picking up a leaf and twirling it in her fingers. The Doctor looked away, the smile fading from his lips. Rose felt awkward. She wanted to hug him. She wanted him to comfort her, for him to tell her everything would be alright between them. Sighing, she ran a hand through her hair.

"Joh- er, uh, Mr. Smith?"

Rose glanced up in surprise. "Yes, Kyra?" The Doctor replied, standing up and devoting his attention to the girl. She seemed to be about thirteen or fourteen with shoulder-length, curled brown hair. Her green eyes were wide and freckles dotted her cheeks and nose.

"Will we be going back in the camp site tonight?" She asked, folding her arms across her chest. The Doctor ducked his head sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Well... uh..."

Kyra snorted and glanced at Rose, a grin spreading across her lips. "He is such an idjit sometimes." The Doctor scowled. He opened his mouth to object, but someone screeched his name, followed by someone crying. Sighing, the Doctor went to check it out.

Rose cocked her head curiously. "So, Kyra, is it?"

"Yeup," Kyra grinned, sitting down next to Rose.

"You seem to know him pretty well." It was more of a statement than a question. Kyra fiddled with her fingers, looking a little nervous.

"Well, yeah... I'm his little sister."

If Rose had had something to choke on, she probably would have done so. "What?" She gasped, staring at the girl with wide eyes.

"Adopted," she said quickly. "I don't live with him or anything. I live with my friend, Lindsey, but yeah. I'm his adopted sister."

'Oh', mouthed Rose, still shocked. "The Doctor never mentioned you..."

Kyra snorted. "He never does. Although... you're Rose, aren't you?"

"Yeah."

"The Doctor talks a lot about you." Rose stared at her in surprise. "Good things," Kyra added, smiling. "Really though, the past week it's all about you. Especially the last few days."

"What's he been saying the last few days?" Rose asked, biting down hard on her tongue. She could imagine it wasn't very nice stuff, but she was trying to convince herself that she couldn't say that without knowing for sure. Kyra wrinkled his nose.

"A lot of it has been all gushy. The rest of it has been him stressing."

Rose felt her heart start to quicken. She swallowed, biting on her lip. "Stressing about what?" She asked, her head already starting to ache. Kyra shrugged uncertainly for a moment, drawing in the dirt with her finger.

"You and Reinette," she finally murmured, looking uncomfortable with the topic. Kyra looked up, tucking her hair behind her ear. "He hasn't said a lot, to be honest, but... he's so uncertain about the situation like the idiot he is."

"What situation?"

"On who to pick. You, or Reinette."

A/N: Soo... a bit uncertain of this chapter but... I tried.

Also, would anyone, by any chance, be interested if I wrote a story on the Doctor's side of the story? That would, of course, be after I finished this story.