Characters: Ninth Doctor/Jack Harkness/Rose Tyler
Word Count: 100
Summary: There are many ways to get warm.
Disclaimer: The sandbox belongs to the BBC. I'm just playing here, in the corner, making little sand-TARDISes. Not making any money, not asserting any claims.
A/N: This is a belated birthday drabble foryamx . (Although it's still her birthday in California, Hawaii, and parts of Mexico)
Rose shivers. "So c-cold."
Her blokes snuggle closer, shielding her from the icy draughts in the stable.
"Nobody ever escaped from the Death Maze," she murmurs.
"Guess we broke their perfect record," Jack says.
"Come mornin', we'll break more than that," the Doctor growls. The Trehinor Oligarch slaughtered countless innocents for his amusement.
"Don't think I can sleep," Rose confesses.
Jack grins. "I know how to pass the time."
"Your wrist?" Jack fractured it, distracting a charging manticore.
"Sex releases endorphins. It'll warm us up." It does.
In the morning, the smiles of freed prisoners warm her like tropical suns.