a farm/country AU that no one asked for
It’s too hot outside for any of this, she’s sure of it. The sun is high and shining and she doesn’t think that she’s ever been happier that she’s taking a trip this weekend, heading to a concert the next state over. There will be five teenage girls crammed into two queen beds at a cheap motel, but she won’t be melting in the early summer sun., 1,924
It’s too hot outside for any of this, she’s sure of it. The sun is high and shining and she doesn’t think that she’s ever been happier that she’s taking a trip this weekend, heading to a concert the next state over. There will be five teenage girls crammed into two queen beds at a cheap motel, but she won’t be melting in the early summer sun.
Rose is only outside today because they’ve hired a farmhand and both of her parents are too busy to show him around. Or at least, that’s what they say. She’s only glad that they won’t be walking out through the tall grass that grows on half of the property since the shorts that she has on are the only thing that make being outside okay.
That and the fact that later she’s going to push John Smith’s incredibly late behind into the creek.
She isn’t sure what she had been expecting, but what she actually gets in John Smith is something else entirely.
He’s young and tall and slim and not what you would expect from the way her father has been talking about him. She kind of hopes that he didn’t lie to her dad, but mostly she hopes that he stops staring at her legs.
At least until he knows her name.
She hops off of the porch railing, and walks up to where he’s stepped out of his truck. “I’m Rose Tyler. And you better be John Smith, otherwise we’re going to have a problem.” Rose isn’t normally a violent type, but when you live away from civilization you have to be prepared when a stranger shows up on your property.
“I am John Smith. Nice to meet you, Rose.” He doesn’t sound like he’s from this part of the country but he sticks his hand out and their handshake doesn’t last for too long, before she’s walking back through the grass to the house.
John doesn’t move and she has to call out to him, “Grab your stuff! We’ll get you settled in a bit, and then I’ll show you around.”
“Oh, okay!” He doesn’t seem to have a lot, but he grabs what he does have from the bed of the truck, and she still works to take a bag from him.
She takes him on a tour around the house, if only to prolong her time in the air conditioning, but there are only so many times that you can tell someone that they’re welcome to everything in the kitchen and that Kay the Ninth, isn’t allowed on the sofa in the parlor, but that he has free reign over the sofas in the family room and the basement, before you have to do things outside of the house.
Rose shows him the stables and they walk through the corn and assorted other things that they grow for the local farmer’s market and then they’re walking through the wheat that they don’t really do anything with.
She can almost see the tobacco that grows across the winding country road that they’ve ended up close to. Sometimes she likes to think that she would like living in the big city better than out here, where there’s nothing but open sky and stars that sometimes blind her when the sun sets.
But then she’s struck by the fact that he came from wherever he was before to stay here, and work and live and enjoy this view that she sometimes takes for granted. It makes her shake her head, look up at him, and watch as he takes in the sight of his new home.
After a moment she has to do something so that he doesn’t catch her staring. Instead of making polite conversation, she resorts to doing what she and Mickey and Amy and Rory and Martha have done since they were children.
She taps him on the shoulder, yells out a <i>“catch me if you can!”</i> and takes off toward the field where the cows graze.
He’s shocked but it doesn’t take him long to start running after her, and her hair whips around as she looks back to gauge how far he is behind her. She’s laughing and Rose thinks that in the tiny glimpses of his face that she can see he might be laughing too.
In the end, she actually gets to push him in the creek.
It’s full and pushing up on the flat banks that surround it, and her legs itch because she ran through the tall grass because she thought it would help her to get farther into the lead.
She wasn’t sure that the scrapes and cuts and general itchiness of her legs was going to be worth it, until he was looking up at her from the flat of his back. He’s already got mud all over his shirt and jeans, and she wants to know how he did that since he’s barely moved since being down there, especially since the water completely covers him.
She’s laughing, and then she’s leaning over him and laughing and then they’re both lost to a fit of giggles. He pulls her down next to him, and she’s not sure how but she doesn’t hurt herself. Or she doesn’t think so until John suddenly sobers and grabs at her leg.
Rose is definitely not comfortable with his hands so high up on her thigh, so she tries to kick at him and scuttle away but that’s when she notices that she’s in pain. She stops to look down and there’s blood in the water around her, and it’s not enough that she needs to freak out, but she doesn’t seem to have much control over it.
“I’m bleeding?” She thinks that it shouldn’t be a question, that she should know for sure whether she is bleeding or not, but she isn’t sure and that’s what’s worrying her the most.
“I don’t think it’s that bad, but if I could just take a look at it?” Rose isn’t sure when it happened, but his hands aren’t on her leg anymore. She nods a bit and watches and he grabs her leg, and moves it around a bit trying to get a good look at it without moving the gash from the water.
Rose can actually see it now, a shallow wound that goes down the outside of her thigh. She’s good with blood normally, but now that it’s her blood clouding around them, she’s getting a bit of a headache.
“I need to make sure there isn’t any gravel embedded in, okay?” She nods again, and then her leg is on John’s shoulder, the sun giving even better light now that nothing is hidden by murky water.
There’s no gravel in it and then he’s juggling her leg from hand to hand. Before she can even really grasp what’s been happening, her leg is back on his shoulder only now her skin is touching his skin, because he pulled his shirt off. The heat of his hands had been distracting in the water, and it seems that the heat from his shoulder is incredibly distracting as well.
He’s swishing his shirt around in the water and it only seems to be disturbing the creek bed to make the water less clear. Rose is only glad that her blood seems to have washed downstream.
She thinks about trying to force herself to remember to tell her father about the blood in the water, but when she gets home there will be no way that her parents won’t ask and that will be all the reminder that she needs.
A moment later, water is splashing up at her, and John is wringing the water out of his shirt. It’s cold when he wraps it around her leg. “I don’t have any bandages with me, so this will have to do. I don’t think it’s deep enough that it’s going to need stitches, but I don’t want to say that and then have you lose your leg because of my stupidity.”
His hand is ghosting around on her inner thigh, trying to make it so the makeshift bandage will stay when they start walking and she’s not really paying attention to the words that he’s saying.
After he’s finished making sure it’s secure, his arms are wrapped around her leg like he’s going to give it a hug, but instead he just pats it a bit like he’s not sure what else he should do, before he moves her leg from his shoulder.
“Thank you,” Rose says as he helps her up and she thinks that that blush that she can see even through the tan of his chest and face is worth the cut on her leg. She just has to hope that her parents will still let her go on the trip tomorrow after she’s been so careless.
The two of them scoop up their phones from where Rose had tossed them after tricking John’s away from him, before they begin their trek home. “I think I’m going to call you the Doctor from now on.”
John- no, the Doctor laughs and it’s as refreshing as the water had been for that blissful moment before she had realized she was hurt.
“I know I said it before, but I wanted to say it again, thank you again.” The two of them are standing on the porch facing each other now, the sun is still shining like it has nothing better to do than make them sweat, but at least they’re in the shade.
“You’re welcome, but you really shouldn’t thank me.” He’s scuffing the toe of his still damp shoe against the wood floor of the porch, and it’s the first time all day that he’s seemed nervous. “I mean, I am the one who pulled you down in the first place.”
“Yeah, after I pushed you. It was only fair.”
“But still-“ Rose decides that she doesn’t want to argue to him anymore, so she does what she’s wanted to do since he said that K-9 was a brilliant name for a dog.
She kisses him.
It’s sweet and slow and it feels like the temperature has gone up a few hundred degrees, but it’s lovely.
It only stops being lovely when they hear the sound of a horn blaring and they part to see Rose’s parents standing a few feet away from the porch steps, with Jackie glaring at the two of them while Pete leans into their SUV to push the horn.
“Hi, mom! Dad!” They’ve moved a couple of steps apart now, and Pete has seemed to notice that Rose has a shirt wrapped around her leg.
“What happened, Rosie?” Pete is rushing up to the porch now, dragging Rose towards the door inch by inch like she’s going to fall apart.
“Nothing really. I fell in the creek and hurt myself.” She’s going along with him, trying to make him walk faster than the glacial pace that he’s adopted. When they finally make it inside, she yells back, “Talk to you later, Doctor!”
And as the door shuts she can almost feel Jackie’s glare sliding to the Doctor, and Rose is really glad that her dad is the one that decided to take up the position of caretaker of injured children.
There’s a moment and then loud enough that it’s heard clearly even through the door the sound of Jackie yelling.
<i>“Is that some sort of euphemism?”</i>