Chapter Three- Fantastic With Three

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It was a subjective week later as Rose, Jack and the Doctor bundled through the TARDIS door, gasping in air and trying to laugh at the same time. 'I feel like a twelve-year-old playing doorbells.' Snorted Rose, managing finally to get a full breath of air after their dash to safety. The Doctor grinned at her, taking her flushed and excited features. 'It's a time traveller's rite of passage that. Welcome to the continuum.'

Rose giggled. 'Tossing Jamapples into big whale's mouth whilst he's snoring then running away is a rite of passage?'

'Sure' started Jack, strutting towards the console then turning to face her, waving his arms expansively as he launched into his spiel. 'That big fella only sleeps once in a turquoise moon, and only snores from midnight to moonset. It's a very specific window. And Jamapples haven't evolved yet. It's very significant- full of deep symbolism about the fickleness of time. Besides which, tell me that wasn't the funniest thing you've ever seen?'

Rose had dissolved into laughter again by the time he'd finished, still breathless and buzzing from their adventure.

'I reckon we could one up that.' Challenged the Doctor with a grin, answering since Rose was temporarily unable to.

'All right. Where?'

'Blackhog. Sixty-third century.' Stated the time lord significantly. Watching Jack's delighted reaction, Rose decided that his was going to be good.

The TARDIS was no longer feeling so cooperative, however, and landing saw them in a heap of body parts and mild cursing. Rose didn't scramble to get up, subtly rubbing up against the Doctor on the premise of trying to get her hand out from underneath his torso. Even slightly bruised and winded, she wanted him. Thus, the necessity of the plan. So, on the premise of nothing at all, she ran a hand firmly down Jack's thigh, putting the first stage of her cunning plan into action.

In a moment that the Doctor didn't notice, her eyes met Jack's startled gaze and she shot him a meaningful look. Just like that, the idea was planted in his mind. In the next moment, they had all managed to sort themselves out, and were standing, brushing themselves off, and in Jack's case, trying to hide the sudden bulge in the front of his pants.

As they stepped out the door, Rose tried to ignore the burning gaze that was being drilled into the back of her head, and took the Doctor's hand. 'Where are we?' She asked, looking around with interest.

'Blackhog' answered the Doctor with some satisfaction, and started to lead the way forward. Jack walked behind them, and the whole time, Rose could practically hear him thinking.

She touched me, and that wasn't an accident. But now she's holding his hand. Meaning she wants both. Absolutely fucking brilliant!

Oh yes. Jack would come in handy. The only difficult bit would be persuading the Doctor. But then, that had been the problem all along.

oo00OO00oo

The three time travellers were in a cell.

'You two really know how to show a girl a good time, you know that?' Complained Rose lightly, looking at her two companions as she wriggled around where she sat. All three of them were handcuffed, and she was attempting to get her hands in front of her- for comfort's sake more than anything. The Doctor grinned at her, somewhat sheepishly, whilst Jack gave her a meaningful stare for the innuendo, whilst at the same time admiring her flexibility. A few more 'incidents' with 'accidental' contact had occurred, and now Jack's normally sex focussed mind was half-crazed with need. They just hadn't figured out a way to get the Doctor involved. If it went on much longer, the ex time agent was seriously considering just pushing Rose up against the nearest wall. Except she wouldn't let him, without the Doctor.

Jack manoeuvred his own hands in front of him with somewhat more difficulty than Rose, ignoring the bartering passing over his head as the time lord defended his choice of destination. He was contemplating just how in the 'verse he was going to get the Doctor into anything at all. As far as he knew, the man was completely asexual, for all the action he'd had. It wasn't like he didn't have a beautiful and willing women hanging around. And hey, if he swung the other way, Jack had already made it clear that he was completely available.

So… Jack had to work on the premise that the Doctor had at least some interest in the whole business; otherwise this was all pointless. Besides, his interest in Rose was a little more than could be explained away by even 'good friendship.' So… That meant he could be enticed, they just hadn't found the right way of doing it yet. So… How does one go about seducing a time lord?

His thoughts were broken into by the mention of his name in the amiable bickering from his two cell-mates.

'Oh yeah?' The Doctor was saying. 'Jack's so bloody distracted recently that you'd be lucky if he noticed the law-enforcement before they actually started dragging 'im away.'

Jack didn't exactly clear his name with his; 'huh?'

Rose laughed. 'Pay attention goofy. The Doctor reckons this is your fault, cos you didn't warn us about the fuzz soon enough cos you were too busy day-dreaming.'

'Was not.' Countered Jack hotly.

'There there little Jack. They're only holding us overnight.'

'Only because I managed to spot them before they actually managed to catch you tipping cows.' Muttered Jack. Rose snorted, but the conversation continued, between her and the Doctor, more for something to do than because of any actual contention. Jack decided that they'd be at it for a while, moving around in aimless circles, so he returned to his musing, and question of time lord seduction.

Rose noticed out of the corner of her vision that Jack's eyes had glazed over again and half-bit her lip as she listened to the Doctor. She knew that what she was doing to Jack was nothing short of cruelty. He'd taken to wearing heavy jeans, or long jackets, to hide the hard-ons he would miraculously develop after she brushed past him in the control room, or was particularly imaginative in her consumption of a banana. She could only envisage what his over-active mind was constructing, and could hardly blame him for his current glazed expression, one that had had many friends in the past few days. Unfortunately, this psychological torture was an absolutely necessary means to a very valid end. Even more unfortunately, they were stuck in the cell overnight, and how was she meant to do anything about it in a cell?

Time passed, slowly, tediously; for all that they had each other's company. Conversation tailed off, and as they sun began to set, it found them all just sitting and staring at the walls, nursing their thoughts. Every so often the Doctor would get up and pace around, before returning to his seat next to Rose- close enough to indicate that he wanted to be closer, but that he was afraid of what would happen if he did. Even handcuffed in a cell, sitting perfectly still, he still seemed to vibrate with suppressed energy- movement, not stillness, was his natural state.

Rose was thinking on this as a huge yawn forced its way past her lips. It had been night for a while now, with the pink glow of two moons streaming in through the barred window. She could just see the Doctor as he turned to look at her, amused.

'Whilst we're stuck in here, you might as well get some sleep.' He pointed out, his smooth voice sounding deeper than usual in the darkness.

'There's no bed,' she replied; for the cell was completely bare, save for a bucket in one corner for absolute emergencies.

'You've slept in worse places.' Commented Jack. Rose remembered the tiny broom cupboard she'd once been stuck in for fourteen hours as she'd waited out a particularly long battle between two opposing sides. Jack and the Doctor had found her sleeping peacefully. Sighing, she lay down on one side with her back to the wall and curled up, putting her cuffed hands under her head as a pillow. The floor was made of hard-packed dirt, and so wasn't too bad, and she managed to get to sleep without much trouble.

She awoke about an hour later, beginning to shiver. Her jagged breath was illuminated by the pink moonlight as she pushed herself into a semi-upright position to see what was going on.

The Doctor had moved marginally closer to her, and Jack was standing like a statue over by the window, staring out at the quiet street with his cuffed hands resting on the sill. Neither had noticed her wake.

''S bloody freezing in here.' She murmured, slightly peeved as she stretched the stiffness away- it'd be harder to get back to sleep now.

'Blackhog has a greater range of temperatures than Earth. The locals can tolerate it easily, so they don't really consider things like heating.' The Doctor was looking at her, and in the darkness, she could just see the slight look of worry on his face. He himself seemed unaffected, either due to physiology, or because of the leather jacket he was still wearing. She knew he would lend it to her in an instant if she asked, but there was a slight problem of him being unable to get it off with the handcuffs on. Oh well. He'd just have to share his warmth directly then.

Without standing, Rose shuffled across to him until she was pressing against his side, head resting on his shoulder. He managed to get out a 'What…?' before she was settled comfortably against him, still shivering slightly, but gratefully soaking in his warmth. The Doctor blinked at the top of her tousled blond head, feeling slightly uncomfortable about this development. Morally uncomfortable that was. Because it really felt quite nice to have her warm body curled up against his, breathing quietly as she settled back into sleep.

He looked up at Jack, who was watching them both, still standing by the window, but returned his gaze to the street when the Doctor glanced up. There would be lewd comments about this later no doubt. There wasn't much he could do about it though. He didn't want to wake Rose up, and besides, she was cold, and wouldn't get much sleep without this.

More time passed, and with her so close to him, the Doctor could feel that Rose was starting to shiver again in her sleep. He frowned, unsure what to do. Her clothing was nowhere near thick enough to protect her from this icy clear night. Even as he thought that, Jack brought his hands to his face to blow on them quietly, rubbing them together as best he could with cuffs on. The breaths of all three of them were causing white clouds in the frigid air.

'Jack' whispered the Doctor, eliciting an enquiring glance from the ex-time agent. He indicated with his head that he should come and sit on the other side of Rose. Jack paused for a moment, then complied without a word; too cold himself to put up much of a fuss.

He moved without a sound as he crossed the cell to sit with his back against the wall next to Rose. Gingerly, he shuffled closer until he was pressed up against her other side. She didn't wake, but murmured something quietly. Jack's eyes met the Doctor's for a moment, then he unashamedly shifted so he was in fuller contact with Rose, resting his head on her shoulder and slinging one leg on top of hers where they stretched out straight across the cell floor.

The time lord didn't feel completely happy about this, but Rose's shivering stopped, and after a while, Jack's breathing became more shallow and even as he drifted off to sleep. It didn't look like there was much he could do about it, so the Doctor just sighed slightly and leaned his head back against the wall, counting Rose's soft breathing. After a moment, he reached down with his bound hands to bring her hands into his lap, covering them with his own and rubbing them to keep them warm and the blood moving.

His wrists were sore from the cuffs, and his bum was numb from the floor, but in the freezing cell, the Doctor began to drift to sleep, made comfortable by the sweet fragrant warmth of Rose, curled up right next to him.

To be continued… (next chapter definitely gets the rating boost, so... you've been warned)