(A/N) CHAPTER TWO!!! Yay! This is Rooks chapter, I love Rook, I do, he's adorable. Anyway, hope you enjoy, and if you want to know more about Rook keep an eye out for later fics, and the one that should be up about him soon.
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The Doctor grinned impishly and set off down the corridor, bypassing his own room in favour of Rooks.
He slipped the camera cord between his teeth and lent all of his focus into opening the door quietly. Once Rook had become accustomed to life on the Tardis he had become sick of Jack wandering in, drunk, at 3 in the morning so had purposefully let his door creak whenever it was opened. For some reason the Tardis tended to side with the 19-year-old, but tonight the old girl was chuckling along with her master.
The door opened silently, letting the Doctor slip undetected into the dark room. The walls were plastered with posters and artwork, the Doctor stopped and stared at Rooks handy work for a minute, he'd seen the boy in action but had never really looked at the finished thing.
A variety of glossy eyed band members (predominantly Linkin Park, My Chemical Romance, and Lost Prophets) and artwork done in pencil, biro, paint and coloured pencil stared at him from the dark green walls of the room.
He tiptoed towards the large bed, which was bedecked in black sheets, pillows and duvet. Rook made a stark contrast to the dark bed spread as he was clothed in one of Jacks old shirts and a pair of baggy gray boxers. He was sprawled on top of the quilt, his thumb dangerously close to his mouth and a plush toy tucked under his arm.
The Doctor hurried forwards as quiet as he could, eager to get a look at Rooks plushie. He leaned over and smiled as he spotted the canine shaped stuffed animal.
The gray and white wolf was snugly pulled against the boys body, but the Doctor could see it's yellow glass eyes and a silver glint at it's throat. He craned his neck to see what it was, and caught a glimpse of an ID tag, he just managed to get enough of an impression to figure out that it said 'Jack' on it.
He raised the camera and took about five pictures, each focussing on a different part; the thumb, the shirt, the plush, the tag, and finally a whole body shot. He snickered as he backed away, letting the boy sleep in peace.
As he was shutting the door a long and low creak came from the doors hinges. The Doctor hurriedly closed the door and dashed off down the corridor and out of sight.
About ten seconds later Rook burst from his room and stood panting in the hall, looking around for his pervert of a lover, with a small frown on his face. When he realised that there was no one there he sloped back into his room, the wolf plushie, 'Jack', still tucked under his arm.
Btw, Rooks 'pervert of a lover' is in fact Captain Jack Harkness, just to dispel any confusion, if there was any.