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Three Hour Tour (5/?)
Title: Three Hour Tour (5/?)
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amberfocus
Characters/Pairings: Nine/Rose
Genre: Romance, smut, fluff, action/adventure
Rating: Adult, very, very Adult
Betas:amyo67, jeprdyfrndly
Summary: The Doctor and Rose are shipwrecked on a sandbar and left behind by their shipmates after taking a three hour tour. Forced to swim to an uninhabited tropical island they must figure out how to survive until rescued while romance changes the face of their relationship.
A/N: This chapter is dedicated tomkejenkins who had a really sucky day. Love you, hon. Also, the first part is still not work safe, school safe, or child friendly.
Ch. 1: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/377809.h
Ch. 3: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/379912.h
Slowly she felt his erection fade into nothing as it slipped from her body. Already she missed it, a little bruised as she was from making love with so much unrestrained passion. She’d used muscles she didn’t know she had and the way he’d filled her and taken her over had been so blissfully marvelous. It had been intensely powerful and uninhibited and she’d never dared hope for something like this with him. She didn’t know making love could be like that, could be so consuming and amazing and right.
Having him in her mind like that…he’d ruined her for other men. Not that she’d ever want another man, not after that. Inexperience hadn’t mattered in this case. Primal instinct had driven the Doctor on and the telepathic connection had made it so much more than she ever could have expected. It was frightening how attached she felt to him now. She’d thought of herself as a fairly independent woman up to this point. To want someone in her life as much as she did him, to need him like this…it changed everything she’d ever known to be true about herself. She thought somehow it was worth it all.
Finally tired of the scratchiness of the sand his weight pushed her down into, she shoved upwards, rolling his body off of her. He plopped onto the ground beside her and she cuddled into his side. His arms moved slowly, stiffly to surround her. “You okay?” they asked softly at the same time.
Rose laughed. “You first. Are you okay?”
“Am I okay? Rose, I—I…”
“Well, it’s all so new to you and I thought maybe you’d be freaking out.” Her voice was matter-of-fact.
“I’d be freaking out?”
“Or feeling guilty or whatever. Or worried you did it wrong. Or something. You were fantastic, by the way,” she said.
“I didn’t hurt you?” His voice sounded very much afraid that he had. “Instinct kicked in there and I sort of…lost all control.”
“It aches a little,” she admitted.
“Rose,” he said, a bit of anguish creeping into his tone.
“Not in a bad way,” she reassured him and smiled. “I’m gonna be a bit sore for a few hours, definitely be aware I’ve been thoroughly made love to, but…I’ve never wanted something so much. I wanted you.”
“Like that?” He sounded ashamed of himself.
“Yeah, like that. I wanted you any way that you wanted me. It was good. I liked it. Everything we did together, because it was you and it was me and I’ve wanted…I’ve wanted you for ages.”
“You have?”
“Yes, and I hoped…but I never dared to believe that you’d want me, too, ‘cause I’m so young and you’re so…you. But I wanted to believe that you did.”
“Since Cardiff,” he said softly. "Saw you in that dress and...well, no going back, was there?"
Her eyes were very big at that statement but then she relaxed into a smile. “And I…I…well, I…” She huffed and tried to figure out how to say what had slipped out so easily in a moment of passion before. “I…love you?”
“Is that a question?” he asked at the interrogative lilt of her voice. He pressed a kiss to her temple and she felt a twinge between her legs, an aftershock of her orgasm. She threw a leg over his thigh and an arm around his waist, moving even closer to him. His arms wrapped around her more tightly.
“No,” she said. “It’s how I feel.”
He tilted her head up so he could kiss her again. He was slow and thorough and when he was finished she was ready to climb on him again, sore or not, but he held her fast. “Not good with words, me,” he said. “But you need to know…it’s important that you know how I—.” He swallowed hard and broke off.
She put a finger to his lips, stilling his words. “I saw,” she said. “I saw how you feel.”
“Good. Because I do, Rose.”
“I know,” she said.
Water suddenly crashing over their legs startled them both up and away from each other. The Doctor laughed. “Impudent tide is coming in.” He climbed to his feet and held out his hands to her, bringing her to hers in one even motion.
“Come on, let’s get back to the spring. My sweet little human needs her sleep and not to be washed away by the ocean’s waves.” He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and together they headed towards safer sleeping quarters.
The Doctor was gone in the morning but he hadn’t moved far. He’d fashioned a fishing pole of sorts and was sitting on a rock in the middle of the stream, patiently waiting to catch something. A fat fish lay beside him, evidence that he’d already been successful. He was naked and beautiful and she admired his lean form in a way she hadn’t really ever been allowed to before.
“You know your sonic could do that just as easily,” Rose said.
He jumped then smiled as he turned his eyes on her. “Morning, sleepyhead.” He glanced back at the water. “Doesn’t seem sporting, stunning them where they swim and flipping them out.”
“You’ve done it before.”
“Well, we were starving then and nothing was biting. You’ve been asleep for hours. I had nothing better to do but fish and watch you snooze,” he said.
Rose smiled. She hadn’t bothered putting her clothes back on after they’d made it back to the stream and as she stretched she couldn’t help but notice that his eyes were quite admiring of her form. She got to her feet, wincing slightly at the way her body ached. He grinned smugly at her.
She walked several feet downstream and washed her face. “So what are we gonna do today?” she asked him.
“Well, I think we should probably start on some kind of shelter. Just somewhere we can go if it rains. Most of these islands get squalls every couple of days and it’ll be good to have a place to retreat to.”
He yanked up on his fishing pole suddenly and neatly flipped a second fish out of the water. “But breakfast first. Why don’t you get dressed and go down to the beach and start a fire? I’ll clean these two and bring them down in a minute.” He tossed her the sonic screwdriver and she caught it neatly in one hand.
“Oh, and there’s an allium type plant with purple flowers near where we made love last night,” he said so matter-of-factly that Rose blushed. “Big, spiky round heads. Pull a couple of those up and we can stuff the fish, give them an oniony, garlicky sort of flavor.”
Rose nodded. “Have you dug a latrine yet?” she asked as she pulled on her clothes.
“That way,” he pointed. “Well, away from the stream. About 300 paces. Found some lime as well. It’s in a pile nearby marked with a stake. Throw some in on top. We don’t want to attract too many insects.”
“Yeah, okay.” After a short detour to take care of necessary functions and a thorough hand washing in the ocean followed by a sonic dusting of her digits just to be safe, she trotted off to do as he requested. She found the plants easily and pulled up a few of them before gathering together some driftwood. She built a small ring of stones on the beach, piled the wood inside them and using the sonic again, started a roaring fire burning.
The Doctor finally appeared with the fish and various branches. She was sorry to see he’d put his clothes back on. “Give us a hand,” he called and Rose hurried to his side. “Take the fish.” She removed the food and looked curiously at his other bundles, but moved to chop up the vegetables with a stone knife the Doctor had fashioned for her the night before to break crab shells with. She inserted the mixture into the belly of the larger fish.
On either side of the fire the Doctor pounded a Y shaped stick into the ground and then laid a thin, flat plank of storm-wracked wood over the top of it. He’d taken the time to thoroughly soak it so it wouldn’t catch on fire. The larger of the two fish he laid on top of it and said, “That’ll take several hours to cook and will be done for lunch.” He took the smaller one and chopped it into pieces with Rose’s rock knife and tied the chunks and the remaining vegetables with thin vines he hung from a long stick. He sat that on the edge of the plank where it could dangle more directly into the fire to cook faster. He held the stick in place with rocks on either end. “That will be our breakfast.”
“Great,” said Rose with a soft smile. “It looks wonderful.”
“Now, I think I saw something that looked like coconuts on the ground over there,” he said pointing. “I’ll be right back.” She watched as he retrieved several hairy looking brown orbs from the base of a tree. She glanced upwards and could see several more immature fruits swaying gently beneath the fronds. The Doctor returned a moment later and deposited his armload on the ground at their feet.
“That’s going to take some doing to open,” Rose said.
“Strength and stone. You ever had one before?”
“No,” Rose said.
“Once we get off the outer husk I can try to drill a hole with a rock and we can drink out the coconut water.”
“Don’t you mean milk?”
“No, coconut milk is a byproduct of heating grated coconut to get the oils out.” He lifted one up and shook it. She could hear it slosh a little. “The stuff in here isn’t milk at all,” the Doctor explained. “It’s very high in nutrition. Should be sweet and salty if it’s anything like your Earth coconuts. Full of protein, vitamins, minerals, sugar, antioxidants, fat, and fiber. About everything you could want stranded on a tropical island.”
He began peeling off the hairy brown husk by gripping with his teeth and pulling. “That can’t be good for your dental work,” she said.
“Superior—.”
“Yeah, yeah,” she said waving away the rest of his comment. He paused to grin at her.
“You were a bit more impressed by it last night.”
She smirked. “Probably be a bit more impressed by it again tonight,” she grinned back. “So why use a rock to drill it open? Can’t you just use the sonic?” she asked.
“Nah. The sonic would likely just disintegrate the contents. Boil the water out and make the innards all tough and chewy. Gonna have to do it the hard way. You might want to add some more wood to the fire.”
Rose jumped up and put another piece of driftwood on the red coals and it immediately caught. She checked on the fish and vegetables. “It looks about done. Maybe five more minutes.”
“Okay, I’m going to look for something to drill with." He came over to her, caught her about the waist and dipped his head down to meet her lips. Kissing her so soundly that she had to hold onto his arms, he let her go and she stumbled slightly. “What was that for?” she asked slightly breathless.
“To hold me over until later,” he said with a huge smile.
She watched him in startled surprise as he headed towards the rockier part of the beach. It wasn’t like the Doctor had ignored what they’d done the night before. He’d mentioned it and he’d given her a few looks. He'd not bothered to dress before she woke this morning, and she could feel some kind of buzzing connection of warmth and emotion in the back of her head that was specifically labeled Doctor, but she hadn’t woken up in his arms and he hadn’t kissed her good-morning so she’d thought this sort of thing might be confined to night time. She hadn’t once thought it wouldn’t happen again eventually, but his sudden demonstration of affection had taken her off guard in the best possible way.
She grinned, touching her lips, before turning back to the fish again. It was done so she removed it and the vegetables and their stick from the plank and set it down on the inner side of the husks the Doctor had pulled off the coconuts. She divided the food up, placing each in its own husk shaped plate. He was back fairly quickly with what looked like a spike. “Food’s done,” she said and he knelt by the fire. He wrapped palm fronds around one end of the spike and heated the other in the coals to sterilize it.
After about a minute he took it out and using a flat rock drove it into one end of the coconut. He handed it to Rose. “Give it a minute to cool. The opening might still be hot from the spike.” He proceeded to perform the operation on a second coconut and then said, “Okay, try some.”
Rose took a sip. It was indeed sweet, but she got the hint of saltiness that the Doctor had said would be in it, as well. “Not bad,” she said. She put hers down and then picked up the husk with the Doctor’s breakfast in it and handed it to him. Taking her own she settled it in her lap and carefully ate it with her fingers, sipping from the coconut on occasion.
The fish and onions were very good and when Rose had drunk all of the water out of her coconut the Doctor said, “Hand it over.” She did and he put the spike back to the hole. Carefully he forced it through until the hard shell split. “Now we scrape out all the meat and eat it and we’re left with two bowls. We can use them for carrying a small amount of water or food until we can find something better.”
He repeated the process on his own coconut and once they’d scraped them out Rose took them to the ocean to scrub them thoroughly with a piece of the husk. The Doctor was working on peeling the husks off of several more coconuts and leaving them in a stack nearby for later use.
“I think I saw some clay deposits over there yesterday when we were exploring,” she pointed. “If we’re going to be here a while I’d like to try to make some cooking pots, maybe something that can hold a fair bit of water,” she said.
“I’d have to build a small kiln and a forge to get it hot enough to be water tight. Bellows, too.”
“Can you do it? There’s no telling how long we’ll be trapped on this island. Could be a week before Jack even starts looking for his ride and then he’ll have a lot of places to discover by accident, just the way we did, before we ended up on that ship.”
“Boat,” corrected the Doctor. “He’ll find us, Rose. Meanwhile, yes, we can build what we need. The lunch fish should be okay if you come back to stoke the fire every half hour or so. I’m going to try to build a lean-to shelter before the first rains hit.”
“Rains?”
"Weren't you listening to me earlier? I said we'd get squalls here."
"I was slightly distracted by a gloriously naked Time Lord," she said. "Why the storms?"
He blushed and said gruffly, “Tropical island, Rose. You don’t think it stays this pretty and lush on its own, do you?”
“Hadn’t really thought about it, but no, I guess not,” she said.
“I’d say we’re lucky that we haven’t had any so far, but that luck won’t hold. Go and get that clay and start by forming bricks for the kiln. Use the coconut husks in the brick. Shred them into pieces about 3 inches long. We don’t have straw here and it’ll open up the pores and help it dry faster,” the Doctor instructed.
“How much husk to how much clay?” Rose asked.
“1 part husk to about 4 or 5 parts clay. Try to square them off. I know without a mold it won’t be easy, but it doesn’t have to be perfect, just good enough to be functional when put together,” he said. “I’m going inland a bit to cut some branches. I’m not sure if I’ll be within yelling distance so if anything bad happens, I want you to shin up that tree,” he pointed, “and wait for me to come back. I’ll be here in a few hours for lunch.”
“Okay,” Rose nodded. “Just don’t let anything bad happen to you.”
He smiled. “When I’ve got you to come back to? Not gonna be careless, believe me.” He leaned down and kissed her again and this time it didn’t take her by surprise. She hugged him tightly. “Wish we didn’t have so much to do,” he murmured.
“Bit sore yet from last night anyway,” she told him.
He let her go and smirked. “See you in a bit.”
She watched him go, tilting her head and admiring his firm arse, and then headed off to the clay deposit.
Ch. 6: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/387390.html
Author:
amberfocusCharacters/Pairings: Nine/Rose
Genre: Romance, smut, fluff, action/adventure
Rating: Adult, very, very Adult
Betas:
amyo67, jeprdyfrndlySummary: The Doctor and Rose are shipwrecked on a sandbar and left behind by their shipmates after taking a three hour tour. Forced to swim to an uninhabited tropical island they must figure out how to survive until rescued while romance changes the face of their relationship.
A/N: This chapter is dedicated to
mkejenkins who had a really sucky day. Love you, hon. Also, the first part is still not work safe, school safe, or child friendly.Ch. 1: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/377809.h
Ch. 3: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/379912.h
Chapter Five: After
Rose lay beneath the Doctor, her cheek pressed to the sand, his body firm and warm and immovable above her. She couldn’t budge and she wasn’t sure she ever wanted to again. Her mind reverberated with the power of their connection as she reveled in his weight and the loss of control that had led them to this point. She could feel him, a presence in her mind, thumping between her heartbeats, sifting between her thoughts, irrevocably a part of her. She was bathed in the warmth of his emotions and it felt unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. She had known she had loved him. She’d had no idea how much he loved her.Slowly she felt his erection fade into nothing as it slipped from her body. Already she missed it, a little bruised as she was from making love with so much unrestrained passion. She’d used muscles she didn’t know she had and the way he’d filled her and taken her over had been so blissfully marvelous. It had been intensely powerful and uninhibited and she’d never dared hope for something like this with him. She didn’t know making love could be like that, could be so consuming and amazing and right.
Having him in her mind like that…he’d ruined her for other men. Not that she’d ever want another man, not after that. Inexperience hadn’t mattered in this case. Primal instinct had driven the Doctor on and the telepathic connection had made it so much more than she ever could have expected. It was frightening how attached she felt to him now. She’d thought of herself as a fairly independent woman up to this point. To want someone in her life as much as she did him, to need him like this…it changed everything she’d ever known to be true about herself. She thought somehow it was worth it all.
Finally tired of the scratchiness of the sand his weight pushed her down into, she shoved upwards, rolling his body off of her. He plopped onto the ground beside her and she cuddled into his side. His arms moved slowly, stiffly to surround her. “You okay?” they asked softly at the same time.
Rose laughed. “You first. Are you okay?”
“Am I okay? Rose, I—I…”
“Well, it’s all so new to you and I thought maybe you’d be freaking out.” Her voice was matter-of-fact.
“I’d be freaking out?”
“Or feeling guilty or whatever. Or worried you did it wrong. Or something. You were fantastic, by the way,” she said.
“I didn’t hurt you?” His voice sounded very much afraid that he had. “Instinct kicked in there and I sort of…lost all control.”
“It aches a little,” she admitted.
“Rose,” he said, a bit of anguish creeping into his tone.
“Not in a bad way,” she reassured him and smiled. “I’m gonna be a bit sore for a few hours, definitely be aware I’ve been thoroughly made love to, but…I’ve never wanted something so much. I wanted you.”
“Like that?” He sounded ashamed of himself.
“Yeah, like that. I wanted you any way that you wanted me. It was good. I liked it. Everything we did together, because it was you and it was me and I’ve wanted…I’ve wanted you for ages.”
“You have?”
“Yes, and I hoped…but I never dared to believe that you’d want me, too, ‘cause I’m so young and you’re so…you. But I wanted to believe that you did.”
“Since Cardiff,” he said softly. "Saw you in that dress and...well, no going back, was there?"
Her eyes were very big at that statement but then she relaxed into a smile. “And I…I…well, I…” She huffed and tried to figure out how to say what had slipped out so easily in a moment of passion before. “I…love you?”
“Is that a question?” he asked at the interrogative lilt of her voice. He pressed a kiss to her temple and she felt a twinge between her legs, an aftershock of her orgasm. She threw a leg over his thigh and an arm around his waist, moving even closer to him. His arms wrapped around her more tightly.
“No,” she said. “It’s how I feel.”
He tilted her head up so he could kiss her again. He was slow and thorough and when he was finished she was ready to climb on him again, sore or not, but he held her fast. “Not good with words, me,” he said. “But you need to know…it’s important that you know how I—.” He swallowed hard and broke off.
She put a finger to his lips, stilling his words. “I saw,” she said. “I saw how you feel.”
“Good. Because I do, Rose.”
“I know,” she said.
Water suddenly crashing over their legs startled them both up and away from each other. The Doctor laughed. “Impudent tide is coming in.” He climbed to his feet and held out his hands to her, bringing her to hers in one even motion.
“Come on, let’s get back to the spring. My sweet little human needs her sleep and not to be washed away by the ocean’s waves.” He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and together they headed towards safer sleeping quarters.
The Doctor was gone in the morning but he hadn’t moved far. He’d fashioned a fishing pole of sorts and was sitting on a rock in the middle of the stream, patiently waiting to catch something. A fat fish lay beside him, evidence that he’d already been successful. He was naked and beautiful and she admired his lean form in a way she hadn’t really ever been allowed to before.
“You know your sonic could do that just as easily,” Rose said.
He jumped then smiled as he turned his eyes on her. “Morning, sleepyhead.” He glanced back at the water. “Doesn’t seem sporting, stunning them where they swim and flipping them out.”
“You’ve done it before.”
“Well, we were starving then and nothing was biting. You’ve been asleep for hours. I had nothing better to do but fish and watch you snooze,” he said.
Rose smiled. She hadn’t bothered putting her clothes back on after they’d made it back to the stream and as she stretched she couldn’t help but notice that his eyes were quite admiring of her form. She got to her feet, wincing slightly at the way her body ached. He grinned smugly at her.
She walked several feet downstream and washed her face. “So what are we gonna do today?” she asked him.
“Well, I think we should probably start on some kind of shelter. Just somewhere we can go if it rains. Most of these islands get squalls every couple of days and it’ll be good to have a place to retreat to.”
He yanked up on his fishing pole suddenly and neatly flipped a second fish out of the water. “But breakfast first. Why don’t you get dressed and go down to the beach and start a fire? I’ll clean these two and bring them down in a minute.” He tossed her the sonic screwdriver and she caught it neatly in one hand.
“Oh, and there’s an allium type plant with purple flowers near where we made love last night,” he said so matter-of-factly that Rose blushed. “Big, spiky round heads. Pull a couple of those up and we can stuff the fish, give them an oniony, garlicky sort of flavor.”
Rose nodded. “Have you dug a latrine yet?” she asked as she pulled on her clothes.
“That way,” he pointed. “Well, away from the stream. About 300 paces. Found some lime as well. It’s in a pile nearby marked with a stake. Throw some in on top. We don’t want to attract too many insects.”
“Yeah, okay.” After a short detour to take care of necessary functions and a thorough hand washing in the ocean followed by a sonic dusting of her digits just to be safe, she trotted off to do as he requested. She found the plants easily and pulled up a few of them before gathering together some driftwood. She built a small ring of stones on the beach, piled the wood inside them and using the sonic again, started a roaring fire burning.
The Doctor finally appeared with the fish and various branches. She was sorry to see he’d put his clothes back on. “Give us a hand,” he called and Rose hurried to his side. “Take the fish.” She removed the food and looked curiously at his other bundles, but moved to chop up the vegetables with a stone knife the Doctor had fashioned for her the night before to break crab shells with. She inserted the mixture into the belly of the larger fish.
On either side of the fire the Doctor pounded a Y shaped stick into the ground and then laid a thin, flat plank of storm-wracked wood over the top of it. He’d taken the time to thoroughly soak it so it wouldn’t catch on fire. The larger of the two fish he laid on top of it and said, “That’ll take several hours to cook and will be done for lunch.” He took the smaller one and chopped it into pieces with Rose’s rock knife and tied the chunks and the remaining vegetables with thin vines he hung from a long stick. He sat that on the edge of the plank where it could dangle more directly into the fire to cook faster. He held the stick in place with rocks on either end. “That will be our breakfast.”
“Great,” said Rose with a soft smile. “It looks wonderful.”
“Now, I think I saw something that looked like coconuts on the ground over there,” he said pointing. “I’ll be right back.” She watched as he retrieved several hairy looking brown orbs from the base of a tree. She glanced upwards and could see several more immature fruits swaying gently beneath the fronds. The Doctor returned a moment later and deposited his armload on the ground at their feet.
“That’s going to take some doing to open,” Rose said.
“Strength and stone. You ever had one before?”
“No,” Rose said.
“Once we get off the outer husk I can try to drill a hole with a rock and we can drink out the coconut water.”
“Don’t you mean milk?”
“No, coconut milk is a byproduct of heating grated coconut to get the oils out.” He lifted one up and shook it. She could hear it slosh a little. “The stuff in here isn’t milk at all,” the Doctor explained. “It’s very high in nutrition. Should be sweet and salty if it’s anything like your Earth coconuts. Full of protein, vitamins, minerals, sugar, antioxidants, fat, and fiber. About everything you could want stranded on a tropical island.”
He began peeling off the hairy brown husk by gripping with his teeth and pulling. “That can’t be good for your dental work,” she said.
“Superior—.”
“Yeah, yeah,” she said waving away the rest of his comment. He paused to grin at her.
“You were a bit more impressed by it last night.”
She smirked. “Probably be a bit more impressed by it again tonight,” she grinned back. “So why use a rock to drill it open? Can’t you just use the sonic?” she asked.
“Nah. The sonic would likely just disintegrate the contents. Boil the water out and make the innards all tough and chewy. Gonna have to do it the hard way. You might want to add some more wood to the fire.”
Rose jumped up and put another piece of driftwood on the red coals and it immediately caught. She checked on the fish and vegetables. “It looks about done. Maybe five more minutes.”
“Okay, I’m going to look for something to drill with." He came over to her, caught her about the waist and dipped his head down to meet her lips. Kissing her so soundly that she had to hold onto his arms, he let her go and she stumbled slightly. “What was that for?” she asked slightly breathless.
“To hold me over until later,” he said with a huge smile.
She watched him in startled surprise as he headed towards the rockier part of the beach. It wasn’t like the Doctor had ignored what they’d done the night before. He’d mentioned it and he’d given her a few looks. He'd not bothered to dress before she woke this morning, and she could feel some kind of buzzing connection of warmth and emotion in the back of her head that was specifically labeled Doctor, but she hadn’t woken up in his arms and he hadn’t kissed her good-morning so she’d thought this sort of thing might be confined to night time. She hadn’t once thought it wouldn’t happen again eventually, but his sudden demonstration of affection had taken her off guard in the best possible way.
She grinned, touching her lips, before turning back to the fish again. It was done so she removed it and the vegetables and their stick from the plank and set it down on the inner side of the husks the Doctor had pulled off the coconuts. She divided the food up, placing each in its own husk shaped plate. He was back fairly quickly with what looked like a spike. “Food’s done,” she said and he knelt by the fire. He wrapped palm fronds around one end of the spike and heated the other in the coals to sterilize it.
After about a minute he took it out and using a flat rock drove it into one end of the coconut. He handed it to Rose. “Give it a minute to cool. The opening might still be hot from the spike.” He proceeded to perform the operation on a second coconut and then said, “Okay, try some.”
Rose took a sip. It was indeed sweet, but she got the hint of saltiness that the Doctor had said would be in it, as well. “Not bad,” she said. She put hers down and then picked up the husk with the Doctor’s breakfast in it and handed it to him. Taking her own she settled it in her lap and carefully ate it with her fingers, sipping from the coconut on occasion.
The fish and onions were very good and when Rose had drunk all of the water out of her coconut the Doctor said, “Hand it over.” She did and he put the spike back to the hole. Carefully he forced it through until the hard shell split. “Now we scrape out all the meat and eat it and we’re left with two bowls. We can use them for carrying a small amount of water or food until we can find something better.”
He repeated the process on his own coconut and once they’d scraped them out Rose took them to the ocean to scrub them thoroughly with a piece of the husk. The Doctor was working on peeling the husks off of several more coconuts and leaving them in a stack nearby for later use.
“I think I saw some clay deposits over there yesterday when we were exploring,” she pointed. “If we’re going to be here a while I’d like to try to make some cooking pots, maybe something that can hold a fair bit of water,” she said.
“I’d have to build a small kiln and a forge to get it hot enough to be water tight. Bellows, too.”
“Can you do it? There’s no telling how long we’ll be trapped on this island. Could be a week before Jack even starts looking for his ride and then he’ll have a lot of places to discover by accident, just the way we did, before we ended up on that ship.”
“Boat,” corrected the Doctor. “He’ll find us, Rose. Meanwhile, yes, we can build what we need. The lunch fish should be okay if you come back to stoke the fire every half hour or so. I’m going to try to build a lean-to shelter before the first rains hit.”
“Rains?”
"Weren't you listening to me earlier? I said we'd get squalls here."
"I was slightly distracted by a gloriously naked Time Lord," she said. "Why the storms?"
He blushed and said gruffly, “Tropical island, Rose. You don’t think it stays this pretty and lush on its own, do you?”
“Hadn’t really thought about it, but no, I guess not,” she said.
“I’d say we’re lucky that we haven’t had any so far, but that luck won’t hold. Go and get that clay and start by forming bricks for the kiln. Use the coconut husks in the brick. Shred them into pieces about 3 inches long. We don’t have straw here and it’ll open up the pores and help it dry faster,” the Doctor instructed.
“How much husk to how much clay?” Rose asked.
“1 part husk to about 4 or 5 parts clay. Try to square them off. I know without a mold it won’t be easy, but it doesn’t have to be perfect, just good enough to be functional when put together,” he said. “I’m going inland a bit to cut some branches. I’m not sure if I’ll be within yelling distance so if anything bad happens, I want you to shin up that tree,” he pointed, “and wait for me to come back. I’ll be here in a few hours for lunch.”
“Okay,” Rose nodded. “Just don’t let anything bad happen to you.”
He smiled. “When I’ve got you to come back to? Not gonna be careless, believe me.” He leaned down and kissed her again and this time it didn’t take her by surprise. She hugged him tightly. “Wish we didn’t have so much to do,” he murmured.
“Bit sore yet from last night anyway,” she told him.
He let her go and smirked. “See you in a bit.”
She watched him go, tilting her head and admiring his firm arse, and then headed off to the clay deposit.
Ch. 6: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/387390.html