Disclaimer: I don't own Elvis, the Smartphone, or Doctor Who.

The sun was just starting to set, and I was content. I had a book, a cold soda, and the soft bouncing of the waves below me. Plus, every now and then, I'd have something to laugh about.

See, the Doctor and I had managed to commandeer the family pontoon for a few hours. While I was just enjoying being out on the lake, the Doctor was attempting to fish. He'd needed me to help him put on bait and take off fish, but he squealed and jumped every time there was a tug on his line. Exclaiming how much fun he was having, he insisted that I join him. I did, but I left the hook without bait so I wouldn't catch anything.

"So, I told him this joke that I heard from David Letterman, and he didn't get it!" The Doctor said incredulously. "I laughed 'cause I thought he was kidding, but then he told me he was serious. And that's how I found out that Elvis doesn't have a sense of humor."

"It's so like you to tell a dead music icon a joke that probably won't make sense to him." I mumbled, keeping my eyes on the small print of my book.

"That joke makes sense to everyone!"

"Oh, then what was it about?"

"Stupid uses of Smartphone apps."

I snorted and raised my eyes from my book, throwing him a look. "Smartphone?"

"Yeah, a Smartphone-" It suddenly dawned on him. "Oh…Whoops…"

"Oh, poor old Elvis," I mumbled, looking back down at the happenings of Elizabeth Bennett and Mr. Darcy. "He must've gone around asking people what the hell a Smartphone was…"

"Oh, trust me. That was a much better mistake than when I told Sir Arthur Conan Doyle about the atomic bomb."

"You did what?"

He grinned and threw a wink my way, then set down his pole and tossed himself onto the bench-seat-thing beside me. "What are you reading? Something brilliant, I'm guessing."

I rolled my eyes and continued reading. He didn't need me to tell him, he'd figure it out eventually.

"Pride and Prejudice? Really?"

I slammed the book shut and turned to him. "Says the man who keeps Superman comics in his library."

"There's nothing wrong with Superman!"

"Yeah, but in a library?" I was smiling by now. I loved having arguments with him, especially over things as stupid as Superman. On occasion, I actually beat him. "Especially one like yours."

He stuck his tongue out at me in a childish gesture that he didn't have a comeback. With a roll of my eyes, I opened my book back up and looked down to start reading again. The Doctor didn't move, and soon started reading over my shoulder. His warm breath was tickling my neck, and he was creating a shadow that made it extremely hard to see the words.

"Hypocrite." I mumbled, elbowing him.

"Closet romantic." He retorted.

I smiled and shook my head. "Let's head in, it's almost dinner time." I shut the book and got to my feet.

He nodded and also stood, moving to pack up the fishing-pole he'd been neglecting for the past few minutes. While he reeled in his line and took care in removing the worm he had attached to his hook, I reeled in my own and threw it in a corner. I then grabbed my book and sat in the swiveling chair at the steering wheel. Eventually, he threw his pole in the same general direction as mine (I had a feeling I'd be digging his hook out of one of the leather seats later) and sat down.

I steered us in, almost crashing the pontoon about five times in the process. However, I did manage to get it back in one piece. And when I did, I found Adam standing on the dock, waiting with his back straight as he stared down at his foot.

"Catch anything?" He asked with a pleasant smile.

I nodded and I jumped onto the dock, making some of the wooden planks bend. "Not me, but he caught a bunch." I jerked my head towards the Doctor.

Adam nodded. "You fish much, John?"

The Doctor shook his head, keeping his mouth shut.

"Oh…" Adam turned to me. "Mom needs you to help with dinner."

"'Kay,"

"John, would you mind helping me with something?"

The Doctor looked a bit skeptical, but nodded. "Sure."

I looked back and forth between the two of them, but then turned on my heel. "See you in a bit, then." I shot the Doctor a look over my shoulder that said "be nice" before running down the dock and onto the shore. I jogged past the thicket of trees and then took a sharp turn so I could watch them. Adam was nice enough, but I wanted to make sure that the Doctor wasn't too snotty.

As I hid, I watched the Doctor help Adam up onto the boat. They exchanged a few words that I couldn't hear, and then the Doctor frowned. Adam offered a smile and continued talking, to which the Doctor kept shaking his head. Finally, Adam shut up, and listened to what the Doctor had to say. Then, Adam's smile fell. Now, they both looked really serious, and I was sure their topic was too. Deciding that I didn't want to get caught spying, I turned around and ran for the cabin.

I pushed through the door and into the kitchen to find my mother standing at the counter, a large knife in her hand.

"You wanted me?" I asked as I skipped to her side, a smile on my face.

She turned to me with a smile the same as mine. Seriously, I got the shape of my mouth from her. "Yes, would you mind taking over the meatballs?"

With a nod I'd slipped to the stove and pulled the top off of the large pan that the meatballs were simmering in. I grabbed a spatula and started to roll the deliciously spiced balls of meat around the bottom of the pan, trying to make them perfectly brown.

"So… John?"

I rolled my eyes at the suggestive tone in my mother's voice. "No, I don't think he does relationships."

"And why not?" She smirked at me over her shoulder. "He seems like the kind of man that would do exceedingly well in that area."

I nodded in agreement. "Yeah, but he's got a bit of a… complex life, so to speak."

"How so?"

I shrugged. "He just doesn't like to get close to people."

"He's close to you."

"No, I'm close to him, it's not the same."

"But he-"

"Smells good, Mrs. Black!"

Although I was always happy to hear the Doctor's voice, I was a little curious as to what my mom was going to say. It didn't matter. I would've rather been curious and not have to go through a long chat about men than not curious and thoroughly embarrassed.

"Thank you, John." My mother grinned and threw me a wink that no one else caught.

He smiled at her and jumped onto the stool that was against the wall beside me. "And I was almost a hundred-percent sure that you couldn't cook."

I stuck my tongue out at him and then turned back to the meatballs. As I stirred, the Doctor continued to watch me cook with odd interest. Every now and then I'd glance at him and he'd pretend to be looking out the window, but I could feel his deep brown eyes on me. He was staring, and I was rather interested in why.

I giggled, along with everyone else at the table. Well, almost everyone else. The Doctor wasn't really listening to anything any of us were saying. He was kind of just staring down at the spaghetti on his plate. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't protesting. For once since I met him he hadn't said a single word for ten minutes.

"I woke up with the worst hangover after that!" Adam laughed after swallowing a large bite of his food.

I smiled and glanced at the Doctor, that smile quickly dropping. He had such a firm look on his face, and I knew that look. He was thinking, and thinking hard. In order to get that look off his face, I reached over and poked the arm he'd folded on the table. At the jab, he looked up and flashed me a gentle smile, waiting until I looked away before going to his plate again.

The laughter continued, and I went with it. I wasn't really having fun anymore though. I was a little worried about the Doctor. I'd seen him like this before, but only for a few minutes at a time. I didn't like seeing him when he acted that way. It made me sad and frightened for him.

I was suddenly pulled out of my mind as my mother rose to her feet.

"Who's up for fishing?"

There was a buzz of voices, and I knew that everyone wanted to go out on the pontoon, which was perfect. It would give me a chance to talk to the Doctor and make sure everything was alright.

I quickly helped clean up, throwing all of the leftovers into the fridge and dumping the dirty dishes into the sink. There was my excuse for staying behind. I could be the dish washer, and the Doctor could be forced to be my dryer.

"Where do you think you're going?" I asked, grabbing onto the back of the Doctor's tee-shirt as he tried to leave with the rest of the group.

He looked at me like a lost puppy. "Um… Fishing, I think."

"No, you get to help me wash the dishes."

"Awe, Catherine…" He whined.

I smirked. "You think I'm letting you swing a hook around again?"

He sighed and, with an extremely sad look on his attractively speckled face, watched everyone file out the door. Nicky offered him an adorable little wave, which he weakly returned before turning to me with a frown.

I smiled and patted his arm. "C'mon, those dishes are calling." I turned around and dug my hands into the soapy water my mom had run, pulling out a dish and scrubbing it with the dishrag around the neck of the faucet.

He silently stepped up beside me, snatching a towel and drying the dish as I handed it to him.

"I told you that we were leaving tomorrow, right?" I asked.

He nodded solemnly.

"Is that why you're so…" I paused as I tried to think of a word to explain how I thought he'd been feeling. "Down? I mean, I know you like it up here."

He smiled and shook his head. "I'm fine."

"You don't seem it."

"Catherine, really," He took another dish from me. "I'm alright."

I shook my head. "You always say that, but rarely is it true."

"Honestly," He mumbled as he reached over, dipped his hand into the dirty water, and flicked sprays of wet dirt onto my face. "I'm in a wonderful mood."

As I turned to glare at him, I caught the smug look he was trying to hide, and felt the anger fade a bit. Of course, I didn't let it show. Instead of showing that I was actually rather happy, I pretended to be furious. So, out of childish playfulness and a rather small temper-tantrum, I grabbed some of the suds and reached up to wipe them on his hair.

He smiled as some of the bubbles slid off his hair and landed on his nose. He blew them away and quickly planted an even larger amount atop my head. This resulted in bubbles and suds flying around the room. The mat beneath our feet was soon soaked. We didn't really care though. We were having too much fun.

Four hours later, my hair was still wet and soapy. After the little suds-battle between the Doctor and me, I'd had to change because my clothes had been soaked through. The Doctor hadn't bothered because he wasn't nearly as wet as I was. Somehow, I hadn't been able to get any suds on him. I was blaming it on my poor eyesight.

Anyways, right as we'd finished cleaning up, the pontoon had pulled in. Everyone was soon inside the cabin, bustling about and talking about all of the fish they'd caught. Nicky had immediately suggested that we put a movie in, so we did. There weren't enough chairs for all of us, so I'd offered the one I normally sat in to the Doctor. He'd just grinned and said he preferred the floor. Well, that and that we had excellent choice in carpeting.

So, several hours later, everyone other than the Doctor and I were asleep. Nicky had dropped unconscious about ten minutes in, taking Ian and Morgan with him. Mom had soon followed, and then Adam and Maddy left to go on one last romantic boat ride. That left the Doctor and I to finish the film on our own.

As the credits rolled, the Doctor stared at the screen with glazed eyes. "I love that film…" He mumbled, his eyes never wavering.

I nodded in agreement. "I've seen it hundreds of times, but that ending never ceases to surprise me."

"Yeah…" For a few moments, we were both silent. Then, he suddenly jumped to his feet and grinned. "Bedtime?"

I smiled. "Yeah, bedtime."

"Great, I'll walk you to your room!"

"It's just down the hall, John."

He smiled innocently, and then sighed. "One, you can't be too careful, and two, I can't wait to be called the Doctor again."

I chuckled and got out of my amazingly comfortable chair. "Whatever, then," I smiled. "Thank you for being such a gentleman."

He grinned and held his arm out, waiting for me to take it. I gladly did, reveling in the warmth his bare skin provided. I was starting to love these tee-shirts.

"You don't get to come up here often, do you?" He asked, moving his arm to grab my hand instead. I found we were doing that a lot recently.

I shook my head, but more to get thoughts of the Doctor out of my head than to confirm his beliefs. "Not anymore, no. After Adam went to Iraq, it just wasn't that much fun."

"Oh…" His face didn't darken, like it normally did when I mentioned my younger brother. Instead, it formed that odd, distant look that I'd seen at dinner. I decided to wipe that look from his face.

"To be honest, I really miss it sometimes," I squeezed his hand and smiled up at him. "Do you think you'll miss it?"

"Of course!" He grinned and swung our hands. "Movies, great dinner, fishing! Oh, and I'll especially miss tubing."

I leaned over and pushed him playfully with my torso. "I still hate you for that."

"You don't hate me. Hating me's impossible."

"I beg to differ. Do you forget the Daleks?" He'd told me many stories about those.

He got that cheeky little smile of his. "Well, save for the Daleks."

"And what of the Cybermen?" It was now my turn to smile cheekily. "And the Sycorax? And the Carrionites?"

He chuckled. "Alright, fine, it's impossible for you to hate me."

I rolled my eyes with a nod as we reached my bedroom door, and reluctantly tugged my hand from his. The amusement still shining in my eyes, I turned to him. "Night."

He smiled, and then did something I hadn't been expecting. Normally when we said goodnight, he'd ruffle my hair and leave. Tonight, though, he did something that made my head swim. He grabbed my arm and pulled me flush against his chest, thinly covered by the fabric of his tee-shirt. Then, he wrapped his long arms around my shoulders and hugged me.

Hugged me!

Before I knew what I was doing, I'd raised my own arms and hugged him back. As we stood there, I listened to the steady beats of his hearts, and focused on the warmth. I was really hoping that he couldn't hear my own heart, because it was pounding roughly against my ribcage.

Then, suddenly, he released me and flashed a grin. "Night!" Then, he cheerfully bounded down the hall and out the cabin door.

In a sort of daze, I turned and slipped into my room, my head continuing to swim until I fell asleep.

A/N: Oh, Cat, why are you so lucky? I'd kill for a hug from the Doctor. Seriously, if any of you really love me, you'll send me David Tennant for Christmas... Pretty please?

I haven't been getting in much writing lately. Juggling school, basketball, and this story is a bit of work. I just started my next long period of school, and my new teachers are piling on homework like there's no tomorrow. Basketball is at least three nights a week, and the ones that I don't I have a lot of homework. Christmas is creeping up on us, so hopefully I'll have some time to write during that week.

Anyways, what'd you think? Not too cheesy? I was a bit afraid that I went a little too far with the suds and bubbles thing. And what about the Elvis thing? I thought that was pretty clever on my part, but that's just my opinion. Oh, and the movie they watched was the Sixth Sense. When I wrote this, I'd just seen that film for the first time, and I loved it, so I had to incorporate it in some way.

So, I think I'll leave it at that. I just got home from basketball, and I really need a shower. All that sweat and dirt. Yuck.

Thanks for reading!

Allons-y!

Jazmine