Rook groaned and rubbed his head as he came to, lights danced before his eyes and his body ached all over. He pushed himself off of the cold floor and settled himself on his knees, blinking repeatedly he tried to clear the techni-colour lights that still clouded his vision.
As the dancing lights faded he looked around, trying to find his three companions. It was only then that he noticed they were no longer on the bridge, the floor was damp stone and there were four rather oppressing walls looming over him. The walls, floor and ceiling looked like they had all been rudely hewn from the living rock and the only break in it was a tall, strong looking metal door with no handle.
He started to panic, his breath coming fast and shallow while his head started to spin again. A hand on his shoulder made him leap to his feet and whirl around, he cried out in shock and aimed a kick at whatever it was. His leg was caught in mid-swing by a strong hand.
"Hey, you've already punched me in the face and near broke my head with your own today, I don't need to rack up anymore injuries, thanks." Rook blinked down at Jack who was crouching on the floor, his hand still holding onto Rooks shin. The dark haired boy took a deep breath and sank back to the floor, pulling his leg away from Jack. He looked at the man, wide eyed and vulnerable, "Where are we Jack? Where's the Doctor and Martha?"
Jack sighed and plonked himself down properly, he shook his head slightly and said in a tired voice, "I don't know. I can't remember anything after the bridge. I've been shouting for the Doctor but I'm not getting anything back, so I guess he isn't here, and I'm assuming that because we are together, Martha will be with the Doctor."
Rook ran a hand over his face, his mind working over time. All he could remember was a blinding blue light and the feeling of falling. He shook his head and looked back up at Jack, now noticing that the man was wearing completely different clothes, where he had been wearing a simple white t-shirt and a dark pair of jeans, he was now clothed in a grey boiler suit. He looked down at himself and registered a similar boiler suit, only his was a darker grey, almost black.
"Where did these come from?" He asked, plucking at the rough material of his suit. Again, Jack shook his head, "No idea. I woke up and we were dressed in them." Rook shuddered and tried not to think of someone undressing him, but his vivid imagination betrayed him. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end and he shook himself, exclaiming wordlessly, "Blech!"
Jack looked at him sideways, eyebrows slightly raised, silently questioning the boy. Rook shrugged and said, "Just the thought of someone undressing and redressing us while we were unconscious is a bit creepy." Jack chuckled darkly, "Ah, you get used to it after a while. In my line of work it's a frequent occurrence. Of course, I'd much rather be conscious, but..." He trailed off, leaving Rook looking shocked and mildly disgusted.
The boy shook his head and pushed himself off of the floor, he dusted off his knees and headed for the door. He ran his hands over the edges and the doors surface; it was mostly smooth, except for one slim rectangular indent, like a letter box, but covered over. Jack was watching him from his seat on the floor, "What are you doing? That door is solid, there's no way we're getting out through there."
Rook threw a quick look over his shoulder; for all his faults, and there were many, the Captain looked unbelievably sexy sitting like that. He turned his head back to the door, hiding his faint blush, "At least I'm looking for a way out. Do you really wanna be stuck here forever?" Jack made a non-committal noise and tilted his head to one side, "I've been in worse situations. Really." He paused, his voice taking in a more inviting tone, "Come and sit back down Rook, we can chat."
Rook chuckled, "I'm alright, ta." He could just imagine the pout that simple sentence conjured on the older mans face. Meanwhile, he stretched on tippy toes to try and reach the top of the door, but didn't accomplish much. In his head he cursed himself for being so short and he kicked the door heavily. The noise from the impact reverberated around the empty room making both men clasp their hands to their heads. Without the support of his arms Jack fell backwards onto the floor with a solid thump.
Before the reverberations could fade a metallic 'snick' drew both men's eyes, the letterbox shape in the door was a sliding hatch that had just opened. A pair of glittering black eyes surrounded by mottled, wet azure skin glared at them. Suddenly they disappeared and were replaced by a thin lipped mouth which opened to reveal viciously pointed needle teeth. A guttural, bubbling noise emerged and they stared in shock. The mouth repeated it's noise, "HARRBBBLUGUBBBLLB!" Rook backed away from the door and sunk to the floor next to Jack.
Jack by this point had righted himself and had subconsciously moved in front of the younger lad. They both watched as the eyes returned, glared at them, moved away and the hatch was clicked shut again. Rook panted as Jack turned to him, one word escaping him: "Shit."