As the door slammed closed in front of him, the Doctor could feel his rage building up slowly. He took a deep breath to calm himself and turned. Jack was watching him with a bored expression, sitting down with his knees up, in the far left corner of the room. In the far right corner was Rose, was who also watching him, but with some slight interest. The Doctor sighed and walked over to sit in front of her, his back to the wall. Jack sat up slightly and met his gaze.
"Right," the captain said. "What's the plan? How you getting us outta here?"
The Doctor glared at him, but it was a softer glare. He just didn't have the energy to be upset with the human.
"I'm working on it," he said wearily. In truth, he was too tired, too frustrated to think clearly. And, not to mention, Rose's eyes still hadn't left his face. His muscles tensing somewhat, he met her gaze.
"How you feeling?" he asked. Finally, her eyes moved from their stare. She shrugged.
"Fine," she tried to answer, but was stopped by a large yawn. He smiled at her.
"You need some rest," he told her gently. Rose shook her head, but the Doctor persisted.
"You haven't gotten a good night's sleep in, what? Four, five days? And if I know humans, and I do, five days without a full six to eight hours of sleep is not a good thing. Not to mention, I don't want you collapsing with exhaustion at my feet when we get outta here," the Doctor said, grinning. Rose smiled at him and sighed.
"There's nowhere comfortable enough to sleep in here," she protested, indicating the bare floor and walls. The Doctor raised an eyebrow.
"There's nowhere comfortable enough? Rose Tyler, I'm afraid you are sadly mistaken," the Doctor said in an almost offended tone. Rose looked up to his blue-grey eyes, her eyebrows high. The Doctor grinned and indicated himself.
"C'mere."
Rose's eyes widened. "You?" she asked. The Doctor could see Jack grinning ear-to-ear in the corner of his eye, but ignored it. He nodded. Rose smiled and scooted closer to him, resting her head gently on his chest. After a moment, the Doctor rolled his eyes.
"Relax," he ordered. Rose relaxed, settling her entire body weight on the Doctor's chest. She snuggled into his warm body and closed her eyes. She could stay like this forever, she decided. A warm smile growing on his face, the Doctor ran his fingers through her smooth and silky colored hair.
After a moment, Jack coughed. The Doctor looked up, shaken out of his daydreams.
"What?" he demanded. Jack smiled at him.
"Are you really thinking of how we're gonna get outta here or are you thinking dirty?" he asked. The Doctor scowled.
"I said I'm working on it," he growled. "You think I'm gonna let zombies take over the TARDIS and while I sit here and think 'dirty?'"
Rose shook suddenly, slightly and the Doctor looked to her face to see her eyes shut tightly, an amused smile on her lips.
"I'm not thinking dirty!" he protested. Rose opened one dancing eye.
"Yeah, but it's funny to imagine," she told him. The Doctor scowled at her.
"Go to sleep," he commanded.
"Yes, mother," Rose replied, closing her eyes again.
"Hmph," the Doctor pouted. "I am nothing like Jackie Tyler and don't you forget it."
Jack rolled his eyes. "All right, we understand, now can you get back to the matter at hand?"
The Doctor shot the captain an angry glance, and then looked back to the top of Rose's head, his fingers still brushing through it. Silence filled the room again as both Jack and the Doctor rummaged through their minds, trying to formulate a plan.
"Sonic screwdriver?" Jack asked after a while. The Doctor shot him a glance.
"They're not that stupid. They know I have it," he pointed out. Jack frowned, sitting back. After a moment, he reached into his pants…not his pocket, his pants. The Doctor watched, the corner of his mouth curling.
"What areyou doing?" he asked. Jack answered by showing him what he had retrieved. The Doctor stared at it, disgusted.
"You keep that there all the time?"
Jack shrugged. "You get used to it."
"No," the Doctor pushed, "I mean, you keep it there all the time?"
Realizing what the Doctor meant, Jack grinned. "Yeah."
"I don' wanna know," Rose mumbled, her face smothered in the Doctor's jacket. Jack stood up, still smiling, and aimed the small gun at the door's lock. He pulled the trigger and rushed to it, trying to see if it worked. Rose shot up, surprised.
"What the he-?"
The Doctor pushed her head back down, shushing her. "Might not've worked so calm down."
Jack turned, his shoulders slumped slightly. "Almost," he said, backing up and aiming the gun again.
"Don't," the Doctor ordered tersely. "They'll hear you this time."
Jack glared at him. "Then what am I supposed to do?"
The Doctor didn't answer but shoved his free hand into one of the many pockets in his jacket. Out he pulled the sonic screwdriver and tossed it to Jack.
"I want it back as soon as you're done," he said and Jack grinned, catching the small cylinder.
"'Course," he replied. Immediately, he set to work on the lock. It didn't take long before he heard a satisfactory 'click' and the door opened a crack.
"We're out," he informed them, throwing the sonic screwdriver back to the Time Lord. The Doctor caught it and shoved it back in his pocket.
"C'mon Rose," he said gently. Rose groaned. She had just been about to fall asleep. Jack smiled at the two of them as they stood up.
"Let's go kick some zombie butt."
A/N: I love reviewers and live for constructive criticism!
