(A/N) Ach, I really can't be bothered anymore, theses notes seem pointless to me, usually because I have nothing of interest to say. Blah!
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The Doctor hadn't heard or seen his three companions all day, apart from Rooks one brief excursion to the bathroom. He was slightly worried, they were all intelligent and somewhat pissed off/embarrassed.
He walked past Martha's bedroom, or the CA headquarters, they had a name now, displayed on a hurriedly scribbled sign posted to Martha's door; 'Companions Allied. No Doctors!!' It must have been the fifth time he'd 'casually strolled' past, hoping to catch a snippet of their fiendish plan, but he had no luck.
Eventually, he ended up sitting in the kitchen, digging nutella out of the jar with his finger and eating it, it made him feel good. Nutella was the perfect combination of hazel nuts, chocolate and stickiness that he loved.
He dipped his finger into the pot and hit the glass bottom, he raised it to his face and stared at the empty jar, pouting slightly he put the jar down on the draining board, Rook would go mental if he left it anywhere else.
Yawning, he looked down at his watch, it was 23:34, a bit early for bed, but he'd done a lot of running and laughing recently, he needed a bit more rest to recuperate. He headed off for his bedroom, without even thinking of the stupidity of that idea.
Jack was on guard duty, he was watching for the Doctor from the crude lookout they had constructed inside Martha's room, his head was slowly drooping as he started to doze, but the click of a door opening made him snap to attention. He gazed through the spy hole and spotted the Doctor disappearing into his room.
He balled up a piece of paper and lobbed it at Martha, hitting her square on the forehead, she looked up and Jack nodded, acknowledging that the Doctor was in place. Martha set her alarm for twenty minutes, that would give the Doctor time to go to sleep.
Rook ducked into the room from the bathroom, his black hair was coated in cobwebs and his knees were smothered in dust. "Someone seriously needs to clean those air-vents out." He whispered.
Martha and Jack looked at him expectantly, he grinned as madly as the Doctor and brandished a little silver device, the Doctors camera.
Twenty minutes later Rook, Jack and Martha were gathered outside the Doctors door. They had decided that Rook would open the door, seeing as he had enough practice at sneaking around after avoiding Jack for countless nights. Martha would be the one taking the pictures as she was the one with the most experience with the camera. Jack was there for back up, just in case something went wrong.
Martha nodded to Rook, who gently placed his hand on the door handle and started to slowly twist it, the handle turned silently, the latch sliding out of place. He slowly pushed the door inwards, taking care not to cause a draft that might wake the Doctor up. His footsteps were muffled by socks and the plush carpet that the Doctor had in his room.
Once he was a fair way into the room, he turned around and beckoned his fellow companions in, they both moved silently and swiftly. Martha ghosted over to the bed, Rook and Jack could hear her stifling laughter, Jack joined her and had to bite his fist to stop himself from laughing out loud.
Rook motioned them to hurry it up. Martha raised the camera up and snapped a few pictures of the Doctor curled up, his very own stuffed animal pulled tight to his chest, waving its tail under his nose whilst sucking his thumb.
Martha gave Jack and Rook the thumbs up and they beat a hasty retreat, Martha and Jack finding it hard to contain their laughter as Rook hurried them through the door. As the heavy wooden door clicked faintly as it shut, the two of them burst out laughing, running back into Martha's room.
Rook crowded close as Martha looked down at the photos she'd snapped, he burst out laughing at the image of the Doctor, curled up with a red furred stuffed animal with a bushy tail.
The next morning the Doctor wandered into the kitchen, ready to search for a fresh jar of Nutella, when he was stopped in his tracks by a great many large photos plastered on the walls of the kitchen. He looked up in horror at the images depicting him with a handsome, if a little worn out, red fox plushie.
His mouth flapped like a goldfish's, he was speechless for once, that is until he heard a chorus of giggles emanating from Martha's room. He whirled on the spot and bellowed, "MARTHA JONES, JACK HARKNESS, ROOK TURNER! YOU SCHEMING BASTARDS!! HOW THE HELL DID YOU KNOW ABOUT FERDINAND??!?!?!?!"
The grumpy and humiliated Time-Lord blushed a deep red as the giggles, that had gone silent as he shouted, now escalated to full, hearty laughter. The Doctor stormed back to his room in a strop and snuggled back into bed, glaring at his fox.
After a minute of ignoring Ferdinand he gave in and cuddled the small stuffed animal close, inhaling deeply as he pressed the foxes tail against his nose.
(A/N) chuckles Aw, the Doctor loves his Ferdinand. Sorry for the excessive use of the word 'plushie', I have fallen in love with it.