A/N Hello, all! So, since I have retired JAD, I can work on some other stufffffff, STARTING with this little Doctor Who one-shot inspired by a piece by the lovely burdge-bug :P if you look on my blog [kingdom of corona dot tumblr dot com] it's been reblogged there. You can find it. BUTT since I'm one of the many websites protesting SOPA, my blog is offline till…I dunno, whenever the thing stops blacking it out. Enjoy! (Oh, and I should be studying for a Science exam tomorrow morning. This was funner.) It's rather short, but to heck with longless. This is something to say hello, and that I didn't die :P
"So, Doctor, where do you wanna go next? I think maybe we should try a planet with a little less-Doctor?"
Rose Tyler walked into the main room of the TARDIS, only to stop short when she saw her friend lying on the floor of his spaceship; his feet were propped up on the controls, his black-rimmed glasses were on, and his beloved Sonic Screwdriver was in his hand. He seemed to have a very focused expression on his face.
"Yep?" he said absent-mindedly.
"Not that it looks odd, but…what the heck are you doing on the floor?" Rose asked, trying not to laugh. Doctor's deep brown eyes stayed focused on his tool/sonic…thing.
"Oh, just fixin' the screwdriver, that's all. The telepathic kinetic hydrotelator's jammed. It makes the core xylopheleus razor go insane. If I don't fix it now the thing'll die." He said it as if he was giving his order for a ham sandwich. Not one word seemed funny to him.
"Alrighty then…so, bottom line is, the Sonic Screwdriver could be a little more sonic?" Rose asked nonchalantly.
"Absolutely." Doctor said like he had confirmed that ham sandwich order.