(A/N) Ok here goes. This is the irst time I've uploaded something in a while, this is fun! Anyway, this is a little(5 chapter) drabble that I came up with quite late at night, (Has anyone noticed that a lot of my fics start when I'm supposed to be asleep?) It's just a bit of fun I decided to have with Team Tardis, (My team Tardis.)
Rook is my own character, he'll be coming up soon in his very own Doctor Who fic, very soon, like maybe an hour after this one... If I can be bothered. I have lots more stories with Rook planned, so keep a look out for them.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Doctor, Captain Jack, Martha Jones, the Tardis or Pirates of the Caribbean (It comes up later) although I do own Rook, he is mine, no one elses, you can't have him, so there.
by the way, reviews are welcome, you get a Tardis cookie if you review!
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The Doctor rubbed his aching eyes, he'd spent far too long working, he needed sleep. He turned towards the corridor leading off to the dorms when the silence struck him; where was everyone?
Usually they'd be up and about, driving him nuts; Jack would be canoodling with Rook, or tickling him, and Martha would be pestering him to no end. But they were all quiet, no one was around. The Doctor decided to investigate.
He set off for the kitchen first, coming up with a big fat nothing. He moved on to the bathroom, gingerly opening the door, to be confronted with an empty room, the white and blue tiles glistening at him. He frowned slightly before closing the door.
Sighing, he set off for Martha's room. He knocked gently before pushing the door open. Martha was curled up on her large four-poster bed, her red-orange quilt crumpled around her feet. Her pyjama-ed body curled with her back to the Doctor.
He strode across the room and peered over her shoulder, and barely stifled a laugh as his eyes fell on what she was curled around. Martha Jones was snuggling into the velvet furred back of a large stuffed Lion. He smiled to himself as he hunted 'round for a camera.
He managed to find one and snapped the adorable scene for later. He slipped the camera into a pocket and backed out of the room, taking care to watch where he stepped.
Once outside he chuckled to himself and quietly pulled the door closed. He pulled the digital camera out of his pocket and stared at the photo of Martha. His eyes lit up with a devilish gleam as a new game popped into his head; now it was time to hunt down Jack and Rook.