A/N Yay! My first FanFiction! I am SO happy! Please review and tell me how to improve my writing!
(oops, almost forgot!) Disclaimer: I don't own anything from doctor who except for my sonic screwdriver. And my socks. And my shirt. And my jell-o mold. And my- Oh sorry! I'll shut up now so you can read!
The Doctor was getting annoyed. Very annoyed. Rose had got him a new phone for Christmas, telling him it would be good for him to be able to contact her incase of... the end of the world or something. Or maybe it was incase she forgot to write something on the grocery list, but still, she made it seem like forgetting something at the store was the end of the world, so he decided to play along.
He sighed, desperately tapping the screen of the phone. He was sitting in the pilot's chair of the TARDIS with his skinny legs resting on the console. Throwing the phone down onto the console, he reached into his pocket and drew out a silver cylindrical object. He was just about to press the button to modify the phone when a voice hollered from across the room:
"Oi! What're you doin' to that new fancy phone I got ya?" Rose Tyler's voice echoed off the wall.
"Erm, well I, um..." He began sheepishly.
"Alright mister Time Lord, what's the problem?" She asked, setting down the brown paper bags on the floor, and waking over to him.
He didn't want to tell her that all the trouble was that spellcheck was really getting on his nerves, and he was just going to, sort of, obliterate it from the phone. So he went with a technical translation of the problem.
Sliding out of the chair and bouncing over to Rose with his trenchcoat billowing behind him, he waved the phone in her her face while babbling a mile a minute about "electrical impulse detective screens" and "auto language reactor programs."
She reached out and grabbed the phone out of his grasp, holding it in one hand at an arm's length looking at the screen, while the other arm held a very talkative, very frantic Time Lord.
"Wait no Rose! Don't look at it I was gonna fix it! You'll make the problem worse!"
"Why shouldn't I look at it, huh? Is there somethin' there I shouldn't see?" She replied still trying to read the text on the tiny screen.
"No it's just..." He said.
"Well you could've just told me it was a problem with spellcheck ya know. Lotsa people have that problem, which is why they put this button here."
"Wait! Rose!" He called as she tossed the phone to him and she headed off to the TARDIS kitchen with the groceries in her arms, laughing to herself all the way. Glancing at the screen he saw there was a button that said "SPELLCHECK-OFF/ON" and that the "off" part was highlighted. He groaned and headed off to call the makers of the phone that they really should put the spellcheck button in a more obvious spot. Besides he had a few other suggestions to make like putting in tracker to find the nearest banana, and a clock that would automatically switch to the time and date you happened to travel to and camera that would have a setting to detect psychic activity in the air, and a few more ideas...