(A/N) My notes are getting shorter each time, I'm running out of things to say, so, here, chapter four. Hope you enjoy it.
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Jack was the first of the Doctors companions to wake. His eyes fluttered open and he was left staring at the movie screen at an almost horizontal angle. He gingerly straightened his neck, wincing as it cracked ominously. He looked down at the polar bear now covered in Jack drool.
He stretched as he stood up, holding his plushie, 'Icicle', by the scruff of the neck. Exiting the room he looked around hesitantly before sprinting to his bedroom, where he quickly closed the door behind him. He grinned as he stepped towards his personal shower.
Icicle was tossed onto the bed, where he lay, spread-eagled, on the blue covers, abandoned in favour of a shower.
In Martha's African sunset coloured room the orange duvet was savagely kicked from her feet. She rolled over and gazed blearily at her clock, 8 in the morning, not bad. She was still clutching her lion, 'Chandra', to her chest as she heaved herself up and out of bed.
She covered her mouth as she yawned, plonking Chandra down on her pillow before heading off towards her bathroom, she would need to freshen up before moving on to her next task; choosing an outfit.
Rook groaned as his alarm went off, he threw the nearest thing at it, which just happened to be Jack the wolf. As Jack crashed into the alarm clock, sending it crashing to the floor, and silencing it, Rook realised what he had done and was out of bed with the stuffed animal cradled in his arms within seconds.
"Oh, I'm sorry Jak-Jak. I didn't mean to throw you." He placed a light kiss on the plushies head before glaring at the clock and kicking it across the room. He sighed as he realised that he would now need a new alarm clock.
He gently placed Jack the wolf on his bed, patted it on the head and sauntered off to the shower.
The Doctor was already in the kitchen, a smug smile plastered on his thin face, as his three freshly washed and dressed companions walked in. "Good morning guys, sleep well?" He asked pleasantly.
Martha looked to Jack and Rook, a little suspicious of the Doctors chirpiness. Jack just shrugged and grabbed a mug of strong coffee. Rook returned her look, before making a disgusted face at Jacks coffee.
The young boy moved over to the kettle and prepared three mugs for tea, the Doctors smile escalated to a grin.
Martha turned to him and said, "What's with the psycho grin? You know something we don't?" The Doctor chuckled, "I know lots of things that you don't, but I was just remembering something funny."
She raised a questioning eyebrow at the Doctor, but all she got was a smile in return. She sighed and waited for Rook to hand her a mug of perfect tea.
Team Tardis were feeling decidedly lazy that day, and ended up lounging in the kitchen for about an hour, this caused the Doctor to become increasingly impatient. He started tapping his fingers on his mug, then the table, then he started to bounce his legs up and down, making his converse tap against the linoleum floor.
Martha had found that the constant tapping was getting on her nerves, she gritted her teeth and stuck through it, but eventually it became too much. She pushed her chair back and stormed off, as she left the Doctor grinned cheekily. Rook sneaked a look at the Doctor out of the corner of his eye, the Time-Lord was acting very strangely.
Suddenly Martha screeched, snapping Jack out of his doze and causing him to tip his cold coffee over the table. Rook swivelled to face the direction of the screech, while the Doctor was starting to laugh hysterically.
Jack and Rook looked at each other in confusion, and decided to investigate. They found Martha stood in the console room, staring at a series of blown-up photos.
The one she was staring at was showing her in her pyjamas, curled up around a large plush lion. Jack started to snigger, but then he realised that there was more than one image.
Rook was staring with his jaw hanging open, he had a whole segment of Tardis wall dedicated to him. He could clearly see that the photographer had picked out some of the most embarrassing things, and then had finally taken a whole body shot.
He struggled to cover up the picture of the name-tag on his wolf when the real Jack strolled up behind him. Jack gently placed his hands on Rooks waist and plucked him from the image, staring up at the name, he chuckled when he saw it. Turning, the older man bent down and placed a careful kiss on Rooks lips before moving on.
Jack winced when he saw the two photos of him on the wall, one was just a plain photo of him snuggling up to his Icicle, but the other showed him drooling on the polar bear.
They all flinched as the Doctors loud and uncontrolled laughter rang through the Tardis. Martha stalked back to her room, slamming the door behind her. Jack grabbed Rooks hand and guided him to Martha's room.
Jack knocked on the door and was rewarded with a loud thump and a shouted "Go away!" Jack just knocked again, the door was wrenched open and Martha scowled at him.
The words that came out of his lips made a sadistic grin spread across her face; "I have a plan."
(A/N) evil snigger We like plans, yes we do, very much! READ ON TO DISCOVER THE PLAN!!!!