Chapter Four- Fantastic With Three

PsiGen (ak! Stalking was not one of the intended aims...), Vampirehelsing, YamiKITG, rose, EbonyBeach, and Becsy Lexi (naw, Rose isn't just messing with Jack's head for the sake of it. He is both the means to the end, and the end. You'll see), you would not believe it humanly possible how happy your reviews made me. And now it's time for a game of spot the extended metaphor- cookie for anyone that gets it.

In the morning, Rose woke first, having been the first to go to sleep. She was stiff in places, but warm and strangely comfy. Then she realised why, and smiled without opening her eyes.

In the night, they had apparently moved to lie flat out on the floor, and she could feel two bodies pressed against hers. Jack was lying with his chest against her back, his bound hands resting on top of her hip and his warm breath ruffling the hair at the back of her neck. The Doctor had his legs entangled with hers, and their hands were joined even in sleep, crushed warmly between them. He was curled protectively around her, with her forehead resting against his upper chest.

'He's going to jump like a scalded cat when he wakes up' thought Rose, too peacefully comfy to really care. She could hear his dual heart beat, and feel Jack's single one against her back. If only it was always like this.

Reluctant to wake them up, Rose lay there, simply enjoying the feeling. As a result, it was in their entangled state that the guard found them. There was an abrupt jangle of keys that woke both men up, a second before the door opened. As predicted, the Doctor was on his feet almost instantly, instinctively stepping between his two companions and the potential threat. He was already exuding body-language along the lines of It didn't happen. Let's never speak of this again. Jack woke up slightly slower, only moving when Rose sat up, yawning and looking at the guard.

Not meeting her eyes, the Doctor offered both hands to pull her up. Jack had to make do with scrambling clumsily to his feet, still blinking sleep out of his eyes. 'Morning officer.' He said cheerily to the guard, who just grunted and tossed the cuff keys into the cell. 'I'll leave the door open. Make your own way out. And don't do it again.'

'We won't.' Rose assured him, earning a nod before he disappeared back out the doorway. Jack had already retrieved the keys and freed himself. He stretched briefly in relief, giving Rose a good view of his muscles through his shirt. The Doctor scowled at her looking, but said nothing as Jack freed her next, then him, still rolling his shoulders.

'That's better.' Commented Rose, having a stretch of her own. Both Jack and the Doctor's interest was suddenly piqued by her chest. The Doctor shook himself free first and strode out of the cell, tossing a; 'Well, come on then.' after him. He heard Rose trot to catch up with him, then a warm hand grasped his. He still didn't look at her, and she didn't say anything, for which he was glad. He hoped she'd just forget the thing in the cell. He couldn't be blamed for the tricks his sleeping mind liked to play. He couldn't say the same for Jack though. Oh yes, he was definitely blaming Jack. Little weasel, touching his Rose like that.

The Doctor's expression hardened slightly, and he had to work not to lengthen his stride. His thoughts were broken abruptly by a 'Doctor?' from Rose.

'What?' He asked, half-stopping and looking at her at last, hoping she wasn't going to bring it up. Her hair was sleep tousled, and her expression innocently amused.

'Your screwdriver.' She prompted, with a faint smile on her face.

'Oh. Right.' They were still in the police station, and he glanced around briefly for the officer that had released him. He wasn't around, but the personal effects that had been confiscated lay on a table by the door. Slightly sheepishly, he pocketed the device, and Jack put the hand-cuff key where it had lain. That done, they returned to the TARDIS.

oo00OO00oo

The Doctor plied the spanner with somewhat more force than was required for the task and was rewarded by a shower of sparks from the TARDIS console. He cursed mildly, sucking on his burnt hand. 'Jack!'

'Yeah Doctor?'

'Did I mention something about routing the alpha electron flow away from the monitor slide?'

'I have! Look.' Jack held up a wire jack for the Doctor to see as he squirmed out from under the console.

'What'd she do that for then?' mused the time lord, standing and frowning at the exposed circuits as he dropped his hand back to the side. 'Women.' Muttered Jack in agreement, staring at said circuits as he stood side-by-side with the Doctor.

Together they were attempting to clean up some of the jury-rigging surrounding the monitors and the sensors, and connect the two more directly. 'That means there's gotta be power there from somewhere else.'

'Well obviously.' Commented the Doctor, inspecting the burn, then deciding it was mild and could be ignored.

'Where from though? Why on Earth would there be anything else routed through there?'

'Told you I'd been putting this off for a while.'

'And just patching it every time it breaks apparently.'

'Of course. Got a universe to explore you know.'

'Yeah, I know. And now Rose is out exploring, whilst we get all the fun of shonky wiring and burnt hands.'

'Thought you liked fixing the TARDIS.' The Doctor said absently as he wriggled back under the console. Jack returned to his own workstation, switching a few wires around and severing one. 'Try now.' He offered, before answering the Doctor's question. 'I do. I'd just rather be out admiring the Encephelophagous.'

'Well tough. Ow. It's not that one. Put the green through the blue, then solder the stripped one into the green's plug.'

There was silence for a few moments, save for a quiet hissing sound as Jack melted the wires together. 'Now?'

'Well it's not zapping me for a start. Anything on the monitors?'

He was answered by a pop and another shower of sparks from where Jack was. 'Ow ow ow. Damn.'

The Doctor pulled his head out from underneath the console to see Jack sucking his hand. 'What'd that do?'

'Electwafied da contwols' mumbled Jack around his hand.

'That's new. Not the green one then.' He was answered by a mild glare. 'You did that on purpose.' Came the accusation as Jack examined his hand.

'Why would I do that?' Replied the Doctor in surprise, already back under the console.

'Hmpf,' was all Jack would say, unwilling to start on the whole huge topic about the Doctor's hang-ups on Rose. He knew that he wouldn't actually do something like that, but sometimes Jack wished he would, just so they could have that conversation and he could set the Doctor straight. And then they could sleep together. At least, that's the way the logic ran in Jack's brain.

'I've got it.'

'What?'

'You've already routed the sensor feed through the chameleon circuit, for some reason.'

'It cleans up the signal. I remember now. Plus the circuit was drawing its power from there.'

'So every time that circuit sparks, it's fuzzing the monitors along with it.'

'Right. So we just need to route the two directly; should fix the problem.' The Doctor was already rapidly pulling at wires, looking for where two were fused together.

'Yeah, except…'

'Ah, yes.' The Doctor was looking at where he had originally made the join. Jack looked at the schematic readout he had finally managed to pull up.

'How did you…?'

'I blame my last regeneration. Terrible mechanic.'

'OK. So we can… no, that won't work.'

'We could tap in a line to the engines to draw out the spare power. Except it'll probably blow the whole ship up.'

'That's not good.'

'No.'

There was a few more moments of silence, both men thinking.

'What if you constructed a whole separate circuit to route it through cleanly, then scrap the dodgy bit, and-'

'Yes.' The Doctor cut him off, growing more excited as he thought about it. 'Yes yes yes! That might work.' He pulled himself out from under the console and strode around to Jack's side, who readily ceded his spot in front of the monitor so the time lord could look at the schematic, tracing how he would actually do it. 'Fantastic! Well done Jack. Let's get started.'

The Doctor strode over to a corner of the control room and hefted back a box of spare parts, dumping it on the floor then sitting. Jack fetched the soldering iron, and did the same. That was how Rose found them about an hour later, along with a mostly constructed circuit between them.

'Cor. You two look like you've been busy.' She laughed as she shut the door behind her. The Doctor grinned up at her happily, grease smeared across his forehead.

'Had to build a new one. No more walking out into herds of carnivorous plants.'

'Well that's a relief.'

'Aw I don't know. Rosie is always so cute when she gets that surprised look on her face.'

'Oi, watch it you.' Rose warned him, mock threateningly, but was amazed to see no scowl cross the Doctor's face. Apparently some bonding had been happening whilst she was away. She strolled over to them, looking down at their handy-work.

'How is that mass of wires any different from any of the masses of wires in there then?' She asked, indicating the console.

'These wires work,' grinned the Doctor, standing and giving her a quick hug in excitement before striding across to the console. Rose looked questioningly at Jack, who just smiled and shrugged by way of explanation. Shaking her head in bemused amusement, Rose went to stand next to the Doctor, watching him as he punched away rapidly at one of the keyboards, cutting power to the frazzled circuit. She felt Jack come up beside her, standing close as he handed the Doctor the completed circuit then resting one hand on her lower back. Rose decided to let him, as a reward for this happier and more lenient Doctor.

Said Doctor was brushing up against her too, in a way that could probably be called accidental if one stretched the meaning of the word. His eyes gleamed in excitement as he began to plug the circuit in, Jack occasionally handing him a wire, or completing a join for him.

Jack was just finishing one last join when the Doctor's hands stilled and he looked up expectantly at the exterior monitors. With a few false starts, they flickered to life, and his face lit up. 'Fantastic!' So saying, he turned to Rose and kissed her thoroughly. Overjoyed, she pulled him closer by the lapels of his jacket, pressing herself against him as his hands wove into her hair. She could feel Jack's burning gaze on the two of them as the kiss extended, melting her insides.

When she felt Jack's hands come to rest on her hips, she was surprised but pleased. He was feeling her up, and the Doctor didn't seem to mind, although his hands began to roam as well as Jack moved to press against her, applying his tongue and teeth to her bare shoulders. Rose moaned as the kiss finally ended, and she met the Doctor's heated gaze, panting slightly. His hands were teasing their way up her shirt as Jack feasted on her neck.

'I think I like it when you two fix the TARDIS together,' she murmured, before leaning forward to kiss him again. He chuckled into her mouth, and she gasped as his hands reached a particularly sensitive spot. Jack didn't make a sound, but was slowly grinding his hips against hers in a maddening rhythm. She snaked her hands under the Doctor's jacket and slid it off his shoulders, allowing it to drop to the floor. Abruptly, he pulled back, regarding her once more. She attempted to return his look questioningly, still writhing back against Jack's ministrations.

'Bedroom,' ordered the Doctor, causing Jack to look up for a moment and grin.

They stumbled down the corridors together, ending up in the Doctor's room because it was closest.

'Why've you got such a big be-? Ahhlss…' Jack's question was cut off by a hissing moan as Rose began to undo his trousers, allowing her fingers to wander across the front of his bulging jeans as she did so. The Doctor was watching them both, his gaze hot enough to melt steel as his two companions kissed lengthily, hands wandering. By the time the kiss finished, Rose was missing her shirt. The time lord quickly divested himself of his own jumper before moving in again, causing Rose to shiver as his hands trailed lightly up her spine.

She reached behind her, fumbling with his belt with one hand, the other reaching back to tangle in the hair at the back of his neck. He had taken up Jack's former position and was kissing his way up her neck, making use of his tongue and teeth as he did. She finally managed to undo his belt, and his trousers and briefs dropped shortly thereafter giving her access to the area she was interested in. She lost her skirt thanks to Jack, and they tumbled into the bed together, kissing, tasting, exploring.

It was a long and interesting night. Jack and the Doctor learned just how flexible Rose really was, and Jack's experience came in handy. Then there was the Doctor, who was precise and meticulous, and very good at making Rose scream. The finally collapsed from exhaustion some time around midnight, and fell asleep together in a tangled ball of limbs, sweat drying on skin and faint smiles taken with them into dreams.

To be continued… (Just one last chapter I think: the morning after)