Three Hour Tour (1/?)

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Title:  Three Hour Tour (1/?)
Author:  amberfocus
Characters/Pairings:  Nine/Rose
Genre:  Action/Adventure, Romance, Smut
Rating:  Teen, this part, eventual Adult
Betas:  amyo67, jeprdyfrndly
Disclaimer:  Doctor Who belongs to the Beeb.  Peter Rabbit belongs to Beatrix Potter.  Sharkoctopuss belongs to Siffy (Syfy channel).  The three hour tour belongs to Gilligan.  I think we all know who Nemo belongs to.
A/N:  Written for the sistersofguh Doctor/Rose End of Summer Smut-a-thon.
Summary:  The Doctor and Rose are shipwrecked after taking a three hour tour.  Inspired by picture prompt # 14, which I cut down to take out the island city in the background to make it fit the story.  This will probably be 2 or 3 chapters.  Not quite sure yet.



 

Chapter One:  Shipwrecked
 

“Three hour tour, my arse,” said Rose Tyler sourly. “I really wasn’t expecting to play Titanic,” She gripped the Doctor’s hand grimly.

“Been there, done that,” said the Doctor. “Believe you me, Rose Tyler, this is better.”

“How is this better?” Rose asked. “Overcrowded ship, not enough lifeboats, so-called unsinkable ship.”

“Lack of icebergs for starters,” said the Doctor. “Warm, tropical ocean. Little tour boat. Broad daylight and it didn’t sink all the way to the ocean floor.” He glanced down at her then smiled softly. “And we’re still together.” He was rewarded by a soft grin and Rose gently hugged his arm to her side. “All right. Let’s go before this thing comes free and we get pulled down with it.”

They scrambled over the deck of the listing ship and managed to make it out onto the sand bar it had grounded itself on. The Doctor stared off in the distance for a long moment. “How good is your swimming?” he asked.

“Why?”

“Looks like there’s an island about a quarter mile from here.”

“How can you tell?” she asked scanning the horizon and seeing nothing.

“Superior Time Lord physiology,” he said.

Rose rolled her eyes. “It better be if you want me to swim a quarter mile.”

“It is. Let’s get ready.” The Doctor sat down on the sand bar and started taking off his boots and Rose did the same with her trainers. “Lace them together,” the Doctor said “and tie them to your belt loops. We’re gonna need shoes wherever we end up.”

He stripped off his leather jacket and reluctantly dropped it to the ground. “You’re not leaving it?” Rose asked horrified.

“Can’t swim in it,” he said. “And it’ll weigh me down unnecessarily.”

“But,it’s…it’s you,” she said. “It’s part of you.”

He laughed. “I am rather fond of it, but…” He sighed. “The salt water will ruin it regardless. If we…when we get back to the TARDIS I can get another one.”

“But it won’t be the same,” Rose said sadly picking up his coat and lovingly stroking the soft leather.

“It’ll be fine,” he said. There was a bit of sadness in his eyes but there were worse things he could be leaving behind. Like Rose. He fished in the pockets and took out his sonic screwdriver. He fiddled with the settings until the thing closed itself up snuggly, creating a tight seal. At Rose’s questioning glance he said, “Makes it waterproof. We’re gonna need it.”

“You got any snacks in there?” she asked. “Anything we can take with us?”

He dug around a bit and pulled out a couple of granola bars. “Not much, but they’re sealed. Water can’t get in.” He stood up and slipped them into one of the pockets of his jeans. He held out his hands to Rose and helped her back to her feet.

“Ready?”

“No, actually.” Rose pulled the elastic out of her hair, letting her pony tail down, running her fingers through it to get out the tangles.

“This isn’t the time for your daily beauty regimen,” he said rolling his eyes.

“Shut up. I’m plaiting it. Otherwise my fringe will get in my eyes the entire time we’re swimming and it’ll hinder my vision.” Her fingers flew back and forth putting her hair into a long, tightly woven French braid. She twisted the elastic into place and then said, “Okay, I’m ready.”

“If you need to stop and rest at any time, let me know. We can float or tread water.”

Rose nodded. She was just about to step into the water when a thought occurred to her. “Um…Doctor? What about marine life? We’re not going to run into Sharkoctopusses or anything are we?”

“That is the last time I let you watch bad science fiction shows on film night,” he told her.

“You like them as much as I do, and that doesn’t answer my question.”

“I…don’t know,” he admitted. “Part of that three hour tour was supposed to be a lesson on native flora and fauna.”

“So…our choices are stay here and starve to death or swim for it and maybe get eaten by mutant sea life,” she said.

“Pretty much.”

“Damn. Are you sure it’s not safer to stay with the ship?” she asked.

“Boat,” he corrected. “Did they strike you as the sort of people that would send back a rescue party?” he asked.

“No, not particularly. But surely Jack will come looking for us, won’t he?”

“Not for two more weeks. He wanted plenty of time to investigate the mysterious goings on at that brothel.” Rose snorted and the Doctor laughed. “And he didn’t know where we were going. Just sightseeing. There’s a lot of places on this planet he’d have to look before he might manage to track us down,” the Doctor said. “We’ve got to get off this rock and while you’re at full strength still is the best time to try for the island.”

“All right then. I just…really hope whatever is out there isn’t attracted to the smell of blood,” she said.

“Did you cut yourself?” he asked. “I can heal you before we go.” He pulled out the sonic.

“Yeah,” she said and pointed to her leg. Her cargo pants had a large tear in them and he could see the jagged cut had left quite a bit of blood on her calf. He opened the sonic back up and used the dermal regeneration feature, quickly healing the slice in her skin. Then he reached out and ripped her trousers.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“There’s too much blood on these. We need to get rid of this part.” He finished tearing the fabric away and threw it down on top of his jacket, then put the sonic back away.

“You sure that’s good enough?” Rose asked.

“Well, if anything comes after you, it’ll have to come through me first,” he said pulling her tightly into his side. She clung to him for a long moment, her face buried in his chest.

“I’ll hold you to that.” Taking a deep breath, Rose moved away from him and stepped off the sand bar and into the water. The Doctor followed suit and soon she was following him in the direction of an island she hoped wasn’t imaginary.



It took an hour for them to swim to the island that, much to Rose’s relief, turned out to be real after all. They’d paused three or four times to back float and allow Rose to catch her breath, but the Doctor had been quite pleased with their pace. They hadn’t encountered Rose’s dreaded Sharkoctopus or anything less benign than inquisitive foot long fish. They lay on the shore panting for quite some time, the waves lapping at their legs, fingers loosely entwined. Even with the Doctor’s respiratory bypass system, he’d still struggled a little bit, his limbs used to running, not swimming.

“You all right?” he asked after a while.

She squeezed his hand. “Just tired out.”

When they were able to move again, the Doctor had stripped down to his boxers, laying his heavy jeans and soaked jumper on a flat rock in the sun. He peeled off his socks and put them there then looked back at Rose who still had all her clothes on. “You’ll dry off faster in your knickers,” he said.

Rose sighed. “I know, but…”

“Don’t tell me you’re shy. You wear bikinis that cover less,” he said.

“Wasn’t aware that you noticed.”

He gave her a sharp glance. “I’ve noticed,” he said in a voice that made Rose feel a bit wobbly in her stomach. She swallowed hard and debated asking him to turn around, but decided that was being ridiculous. She pulled her shirt off over her head and laid it down beside his. Her cargo pants were next to go. At least she had the sports bra and her more sporty knickers on today. They were her most comfortable undergarments.

“I think you should try to take a nap while our clothes dry, get some of your strength back,” he said. He reached out and pushed a strand of hair that had slipped out of her plait off her face. “You look exhausted.”

“What about you?” Rose asked.

“Don’t need to sleep. I think I’ll go explore a bit.”

“But…what if there are other people here, Doctor? I don’t want to get caught out in my knickers by some strange man. If I’m gonna sleep on the beach, I’d really prefer you stay with me and watch over me. I wouldn’t feel safe, otherwise,” she said. “Not after what happened on Zabara.”

“I don’t think there’s anyone else on this island,” he said.

“Please? Just stay with me.” She bit her lip and the Doctor gave in with a heavy sigh. The incident on Zabara was not worth risking again.

“Of course. We can explore later together.”

“Besides,” Rose said with a happy grin. “I could use a comfy pillow and you make the best one I know.”

The Doctor rolled his eyes at her but that didn’t stop him from plopping down in the sand and letting her cuddle into his body. It didn’t take long for Rose to drift off and he thought that was probably a very good thing, because in what little he was wearing, it was going to be difficult to hide the way his body was reacting to her closeness and her state of undress. Sure, he’d held her before, even had her sleep on him several times, but she’d always been fully clothed. He hoped the sun dried their clothes soon. Rose didn’t need to know what a dirty old man she’d chosen to travel with.



It was, predictably, a deserted island. Once they’d rested up and their clothes had dried, they’d taken a bit of time to explore. It took them three hours to walk around it and a half an hour to cut across the middle. Rose had been halfway hoping for the convenient tree house hut that always tended to be there in fiction, leftover from long since vanished castaways. Unfortunately life was not like in films and if they were going to have any sort of shelter, they’d have to construct it themselves.

They found a fresh water stream fairly quickly and the Doctor scanned it to make sure the water was safe to drink. It was running fast and hard and they cupped their hands into a small waterfall. The water was sweet and good and once they’d satisfied their thirst they ate their granola bars to restore their energy.

“We best look for a source of food,” the Doctor said. “We don’t know how long we’ll be here.” He sounded cheerful but Rose could see a bit of worry still in his eyes.

“There’s probably fruit,” Rose said. “Pineapples or mangoes or something.”

“Maybe tubers of some sort,” the Doctor said. “And I’ve seen several game trails. I could build a trap.”

“I’m not eating Peter Rabbit,” Rose said.

“You’re not a vegetarian, Rose.”

““I don’t care.” She relented a moment later. “I saw crab walking around on the shore. We can catch those easy. And lots of seaweed. Some of it’s got to be edible. And there’s fish in this stream.”

“So Nemo’s okay, but not Peter? What, it’s okay to eat it so long as it’s not cuddly?”

“No bunnies!” Rose said firmly, glaring at him.

“Fine, fine,” he said holding up his hands. “We’ll stick to seafood and whatever vegetation we can scavenge.”

“Come on. Let’s go see if we can find a pineapple tree.”

“Bush,” said the Doctor absently. “Low to the ground, maybe two feet high.”

Rose nodded and they rose from their position by the stream and went in search of food.



Dinner was almost as good as what they’d find in a high class restaurant. The Doctor had dug a pit with a hollowed out stone and Rose had filled it with drift wood. He’d started a fire with the sonic screwdriver and then when it was very hot, they’d filled it with wet palm fronds and seaweed, dumped in the crab that he’d humanely dispatched beforehand, and a few large tubers that he’d declared edible. They’d buried it all in sand and let it bake for a few hours.

They had to use stones to crack the tough outer shells, but even without butter it was the sweetest crab Rose had ever tasted. The tubers were yellow and flaky inside and though she’d never tasted anything like it she knew she’d remember the delicious flavor for the rest of her life. Sweet, orangey red fleshed fruit the size of a peach made a delightful dessert. They made another trek to the stream to drink and then as the sun set they lay down beside the water there. It was well up from the beach and they wouldn’t have to worry about the tides washing away their sleeping area.

Rose curled herself against the Doctor again. “I’m sorry,” the Doctor said softly to her. “I didn’t mean to get us stranded like this.”

“No one I’d rather be stranded with,” Rose said.

“It was supposed to be—.”

“It was supposed to be a three hour tour,” Rose said. “Like Gilligan’s and we all know how well that turned out. So we got a bit more of an adventure than we expected. Jack will find us eventually and if he doesn’t, you’ll get us out of it. I know you will.”

“You’ve got a lot of faith in me.”

“Always,” she said fiercely.

“We can’t be too far from the freight lanes. Someone is bound to find us. Tomorrow we should build a bonfire and make some sort of shelter. Then we can—.”

“We can worry about it tomorrow, yeah?” Rose said softly. She pulled herself up and turned herself to look at him. She couldn’t see him very well in the dark, but a bit of a glimmer showed her where his eyes were. “We’ve got food and water and each other. We’re gonna be okay.”

“But I—.” Rose’s fingers found the Doctor’s mouth and she stilled his protest.

“Shh,” she said. She shifted against him then and pressed her lips to his.

“Rose, what? What are you doing?” His voice was suddenly desperate and dark.

“Shh,” she repeated. She pressed her lips more firmly to his. At first he didn’t respond to her tentative kiss, but when she started to pull away from him he cradled the back of her head with his hand.

“Rose,” he said in that way that only he could say her name. “Do you know what you’re doing here?”

“I know, Doctor,” she said. “I want you. Have for a while. And I know…I know you want me, too.” Maybe it was the fact that they were alone, in the dark in an unfamiliar situation. Maybe it was just that it was finally time. Either way, there was no more discussion as his lips descended on hers and his body closed the gap left between them.

Ch. 2:  http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/378682.html