With a resounding crash the TARDIS halted, sending the three time travellers sprawling. They looked up from their prone positions on the floor and glanced at each other, all looking worried and failing to conceal the excitement that always accompanied a TARDIS landing.
The Doctor sprang to his feet and hop-skipped to the doors, glancing back at Jack and Martha, both now pulling themselves up off of the floor. He pushed the door open slowly, quite prepared to duck behind it if necessary, and found his eyes roving around a fairly sizeable bedroom. He scanned the room and found no signs of danger, he stepped out of the TARDIS gingerly, his two companions close behind him.
Martha gasped as she realised they were in someone's bedroom, quickly turning to the Doctor to enquire as to how they had ended up there. He saw her movement and held a finger to his lips, raising his eyebrows and looking pointedly over at the low bed in the corner and the half covered form that slept peacefully there. Martha closed her mouth quickly and nodded, her eyes wide.
Jack meanwhile was wandering around the room, surveying the walls, the decor and the rooms inhabitant, a very distinct coffee aroma following him as he went. His darting eyes took in the walls covered in artwork, the posters of bands and T.V programmes, the large book cases filled to overflowing, and the pile of DVD's propped up against one of the legs of the bed. He finally moved over to the bedside, running his eyes over the slumbering boy.
He couldn't help smiling lecherously as he examined the boy, his eyes sliding over the jet black hair, the pale skin, the slender but toned back and hips. His mind filling in for him what was hidden under a thin duvet, he also noticed the grey wolf toy that was pulled tight against the boys chest and he chuckled quietly to himself.
The Doctor glared at Jack and beckoned for him to stand with him and Martha, Jack rolled his eyes and strode over to his two friends. He whispered to them, "Looks like a young lad, no older than 20. Slim, but strong by the look of those shoulders. A budding artist and an animal fanatic judging from the content of these pictures." The Doctor nodded and whispered back, "We should leave, this is his personal space and we shouldn't be here. The TARDIS chose a strange place to land this time." He glanced at his companions who nodded, although Jacks nod was a little reluctant.
They turned to re-enter the TARDIS but found the blue door firmly closed and unwilling to budge anytime soon. A note of panic entered the Doctors face and he tried everything he could think of to get back into his TARDIS, trying to be as quiet as he could. "Damn!" He whispered furiously, "She's locked up, recovering from that fight with whatever pulled her here. She'll have to stay here, and we'll have to wait with her."
Jack grinned, managing to show every single sparkling tooth in his mouth. The Doctor gave him a warning glance and shook his head, but Jack was already pulling up the boys desk chair and seating himself in a position where he could keep an eye on the sleeping boy. The Doctor sighed and shook his head, moving over to where Martha had settled herself on a furry beanbag in a corner of the room. He sank down next to her and felt her head fall onto his shoulder, her eyes were struggling to stay open and she quickly fell asleep, her body curled around the Doctors side.
Jack winked at the Doctor who just glared back at him and mouthed the word 'asshole.' Jack simply shrugged and went back to examining the boy, leaving the Doctor to try and find a way of explaining their predicament to the boy when he woke. He sighed and rubbed his face with his free hand, knowing that this was going to go horribly wrong.