Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who, tubing, or s'mores. However, you can thank me for bringing you the Doctor with sexy, wet, wild hair.

I couldn't help but notice how warm the Doctor's arm was; even through the thick fabric of his long-sleeve shirt. Sure, I had a fire in front of me nearly searing off my eyebrows, but I could distinguish the difference between fire heat and body heat. Normally, we wouldn't have been sitting so close, but this bench was just a bit too small for the both of us to have our space. Due to the lack of said space, our arms (from shoulder to elbow) and knees were pressed tightly against each others.

"So, John," Morgan spoke up, cradling the glass bottle full of Mike's in her tiny hands. "What, pray tell, is it that you do for a living?"

The Doctor tensed beside me, and removed his eyes from his s'more. "Oh, um…" He hesitated with wide eyes as he started at my sister-in-law. "I'm a doctor."

"Oh, really?" Morgan asked as I subconsciously smiled at his little joke, taking a bite out of my own s'more. "Of what, medicine?"

"Oh, ah, everything, really…"

"Everything? Now, I've been around, and I've never met someone who's a doctor of everything." Ian mumbled, gently cradling Nicky in his arms.

I rolled my eyes. "He's exaggerating." I smiled and glanced at the Doctor, a mischievous glint in my dark eyes. "He's a doctor of history."

"A historian?" My mother piped up. "Really?"

"Oh, um, yes, yeah, historian," The Doctor mumbled, blinking and shooting a glance my way. "Big into history…"

"Maddy's a historian." Adam mumbled, setting his clean-shaven cheek on the top of her head, messing up her gorgeous hair.

"Not yet, still going to school." She corrected, smiling as he tenderly hugged her closer. "I wanna work at the Smithsonian one day."

"Oh, the Smithsonian, great museum!" The Doctor exclaimed, taking a large bite out of his s'more. "Love that place! They got a lot wrong, though." He mumbled with his mouth full, looking upwards thoughtfully. "They really should have me in…"

I rolled my eyes and patted his knee, gaining a large and sticky-marshmallow-covered smile from him. With a smile, I looked to the rest of my family and got to my feet. "I'm going to bed," I turned my gaze to the Doctor. "You know where to find me if you need me, right?"

He nodded, and then stood. "I'll walk you to your room."

I shot him a look. "It's just inside the cabin," I mumbled. "It's not like I'm walking miles in the dark on my own."

He threw the last of his s'more into the fire, and reached up to tug at his ear. "Ah, well, better safe than sorry, right?"

I rolled my eyes and grabbed his arm, waving to my family as we proceeded towards the cabin.

"I like them." He grinned, grabbing my hand.

I nodded. "So far, it seems like they like you, too." I swung our hands, a bright smile coming to my face. "Adam's not so bad, is he?"

He frowned and shrugged.

With a sigh, I pushed the cabin door open and pulled the Doctor inside before kicking off my shoes. He did the same, and nearly fell over as I dragged him through the kitchen to the hallway. As we arrived at the door to my room, I released his hand and turned to smile at him.

"Night."

He smiled affectionately and reached up to ruffle my already fairly messy hair. "Goodnight."

Then, we turned and went our separate ways for the night.

The next morning, I groggily opened my eyes and hopped out of bed. Well, I didn't really hop. I more sort of… fell. Yeah, I rolled off the edge of my bed, fell flat on my face, and then found myself rather awake. With this sudden burst of energy, I got to my feet, grabbed my glasses, and padded out into the kitchen, then into the small dining room that held nothing but a table and some chairs.

At the table, I found my mother sitting on the bench, and the Doctor beside her, looking over her shoulder at a photo album.

"Morning, sweetheart," My mother mumbled as she pointed to one of the photos, not even bothering to look up at me. "This is her graduation. She was ninth in her class."

The Doctor glanced at the photo, and then grinned at me. "Morning, Sleeping Beauty."

I sneered. "You're one to talk."

Indeed, the Doctor did look like he'd just gotten up. Although fully dressed, his hair was a mess (even more so than normal), and his eyes had a certain look to them that made me think he was still kind of tired.

"Hm, yeah," His grin widened, and he looked back down at the photo album. Suddenly, his brow furrowed and he pressed a finger to one of the pictures I couldn't see. "Who's he?"

"Oh, that's her first boyfriend! I heard he's in prison now." My mother looked smug. "Never did like him."

"Mom!"

She smiled at me innocently. "Oh, don't act like you're not happy he's in the joint."

"I'm not!"

She ignored me, and turned to the Doctor. "Have you ever been in prison?"

"Well," He started, causing me to freeze in fear. I was afraid he'd tell her the truth and she'd hate him "Not really, no."

I breathed a sigh of relief.

"I have been in a mental institution, though."

I had the sudden urge to throw myself under a bus.

"Needed to talk to one of the patients."

Never mind.

"Oh, a friend?" My mother asked, the welcoming smile coming back to her face.

"Friend of a friend." He told her. "Kept swearing he saw witches."

I chuckled. He'd told me the story about Shakespeare and the Carrionites, and then architect of the Globe Theatre that went mad and eventually died in front of him. Somehow, he kept telling my family the truth without actually telling them the truth. Definitely not the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.

I sighed, ignoring them as they moved on and started looking at pictures again. Instead of joining them, I turned, dragged myself through the kitchen, and eventually dropped myself back into my bed.

I'd always been self-conscious. It's not that I didn't like the way I looked, I was just afraid that other people wouldn't. So, I wore baggy sweaters and jeans and didn't normally try to look nice. When it was just my family, it was fine. However, it wasn't just my family this time. The Doctor was there, too.

So, because of my self-conscious nature, I wore a large tee-shirt over my bathing suit. The Doctor, who obviously didn't care what people thought about him, just wore the trunks we'd bought him. Albeit, not happily. When no one else was listening, he'd whine to me about how much he missed his suits. I pointedly ignored him, smirking in satisfaction.

Anyways, we'd been out on the lake tubing for the last half an hour. Mostly it had been Adam and Maddy in the water. They thought tubing together was romantic. I didn't know if it was or not. I always went with, and I always wore my suit, but I never actually tubed. I'd tried it once when I was nine, almost drowning myself in the process, and refused to ever go again.

As the boat slowed beside Adam and Maddy, now floating in the water after being flung wildly from the tube, the Doctor got to his feet. I watched curiously as he picked up one of the life jackets and slung it around his shoulders, clicking all of the snaps shut across his chest.

"Are you going?" I asked.

He grinned and nodded. "C'mon, grab a floating device." He picked up another life jacket and held it out to me.

I shook my head.

"Please?" He stared at me with those big brown eyes of his, and you think I'd be used to his puppy-dog-look by now. I wasn't, and I could feel my resolve crumbling beneath his gaze.

It took all of my strength to shake my head again.

"Oh, c'mon," He grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet, a look of amusement on his face as he tossed the jacket around my torso. "It's not like you'll drown."

"How do you know?" I asked quickly and quietly, staring down at my feet.

I'd never told him I had a fear of drowning, but I knew he had worked it out after that. He used a surprising amount of deduction, and he was right almost every single time. So, I was expecting him to ridicule and tease me for being so afraid of something that stupid.

"'Cause I'll be right there to save you."

My eyes flashed from my skinny, bare feet to his smiling face. I hadn't expected him to say that. "Promise?"

He grabbed my hand and wrapped my pinky finger in his. "Promise."

By now, I could feel the eyes of all of my family members on us. I'm sure they all thought we were a couple again. I didn't care, though. In fact, I wouldn't have really minded actually being in a relationship with the Doctor at that moment. I say at that moment because I was almost a hundred-percent sure he'd do something stupid to upset me later.

I took a deep breath and nodded, reluctantly pulling my pinky from his.

He grinned and almost skipped to the edge of the boat, grabbing the rope that was hooked to the tube. "You won't even have to touch the water." He pulled the tube to the edge of the boat and held onto it, waiting patiently as I slowly climbed on and cowered away from the water. Then, he hopped on beside me.

"You grab there," He tugged my hands to the felt hand-grips, one on my side and one on his. "And I'll grab here." He reached around me to grab my other hand-hold, and then gripped the last one available. Finally, he looked down at me with a gentle smile. "Allons-y!"

My brow furrowed. "What- Oh!" Suddenly, we were moving. Barely drifting, but it still scared my pants off.

"It's alright, it's alright," He murmured in my ear. "You're not drowning, see?"

"I know I'm not drowning, you idiot! You have to be in the water to drown!" Water made me irritable, what can I say?

We sped up, and I began to cling to the tube as if my life depended on it. In fact, in my mind, my life did depend on it. The Doctor was laughing as water slapped his face, occasionally encouraging me to do the same. I ignored him, trying to elbow him off of me as we bounced around.

Ian, who was driving the boat (is driving the correct term?), took a sharp left turn, throwing the Doctor against my side.

"Get off of me!" I yelled, throwing a glare up at him.

"What?"

"I said get off!"

"I can't hear you!"

"Oh, never mind!"

He laughed, throwing his head back wildly. "Watch this!" He grinned at me. Normally, I would've smiled at how happy he was, but I was angry with him and even if he was the happiest person in the universe I would still be angry.

We hit a straightaway, and he released the hand-holds, carefully pulling himself onto his knees. At first I was afraid he was going to fall and leave me on the tube by myself, but then I got a devious idea. It took some risk, but I felt I could handle it for the sake of revenge.

So, as he howled and held his arms out, I pulled my knee up and pushed him off of the side of the tube. He tumbled and crashed into the water, and I couldn't help but smirk.

Ian slowed the boat and made a sudden turn to take us back to where the Doctor had "fallen".

"How's the water?" I called as I slowly drifted towards him, floating with a scowl on his face.

He swam over, and my heart skipped a beat as I saw the way his hair was clinging to his forehead. I couldn't help it, I'd always liked it when men got their hair wet. Then, when he reached up and brushed it all backwards, my heart began to thud loudly.

As I'd been lusting after him, I hadn't realized that he'd grabbed onto the tube. "I don't know, you tell me."

"What-?"

Suddenly, he flipped the tube and I flew into the water. As I hadn't been expecting it, I didn't have time to close my mouth or plug my nose and water surged into my lungs. My fear of drowning had been recognized, and the man that had promised to protect me was the one that had caused it. I was going to die. I was going to die. I was going to-

"Hey," Suddenly, I realized that I was above the water, and I only felt like I was drowning because I was holding my breath. The Doctor was in front of me, a worried look on his face as he gripped my arms. "It's alright, I'm here."

I sneered and shoved him. "That wasn't funny."

"Sorry, are you alright?"

The sneer softened to a frown, but I was still angry so I paddled my feet to turn me away from him.

"In all fairness, you pushed me first." He mumbled as he swam over in front of me again. He grabbed my face between his hands, forcing me to look up at him. "I really am sorry."

I sighed. He always knew how to get to me. "Fine, whatever, let's just get out of the water."

A gentle smile graced his face, and he released me. However, he grabbed my hand and led me over to the boat, helping Adam get me out of the water before pulling himself up. I grabbed a couple of towels as I took off my life jacket, wrapping one tightly around myself and dropping the other onto the Doctor's head.

"Thank you!" He grinned, drying his hair and making it messier than normal.

I rolled my eyes and sat at the front of the boat. A moment later, he sat beside me, his arm rubbing against mine. I didn't mind. In fact, I welcomed it. Now he just needed to wrap his arms around me so I wasn't cold anymore.

Oh, dear, what've I gotten myself into?

N/A: So, Thanksgiving has passes. I'm actual rather happy about that. I spent three days at my grandpa's house in the tiny town of Leola, South Dakota. Never heard of it? Yeah, doesn't surprise me. That town has a population of about a hundred-and-fifty. And it's a six hour car drive, so that didn't help much.

Anyways, what'd you think? Cat has a thing for our dear Doctor, doesn't she? Oh yes! And it can only get worse from here. Or would that be better? Oh, grammar is confusing. I must say that the moment between Cat's mom and the Doctor, when they're looking at photos, yeah, that's my favorite. It's not really important, but I like it anyways.

Let's see, what else can I say? Well, I've started rewriting the first few chapters of the sequel because I didn't like them. And when I didn't feel like doing that, I wrote random kissing scenes. Yeah, I'm that obsessed. I'm thinking about maybe, possibly using one of them. Huh, maybe.

So, thanks for reading! I hope you're all enjoying my little story!

Allons-y!

Jazmine