Five More Minutes
Disclaimer: If I owned a sonic screwdriver, it'd make the sound AND light up. Not just light up. Unfortunately, I don't – I don't even have a light-up-noise-making pen that looks like it. Ergo, I couldn't possibly be the alien using the alias "Russel T. Davies."
A/N: This wasn't planned... until I'd finished writing "A Review From 'John Smith'".
Chapter 10: Review Response (100 words)
"What did you do?"
"What?"
"Did you really run out of space writing a review?"
"What?! No!" His teenage companion gave him a look. "Okay, maybe. Well... okay, fine, I ran out of space! But what do you expect? I had to correct all of the author's mistaken research!" The teen smacked her palm to her forehead loudly.
"It's called fiction for a reason, Doctor!"
"If they're writing about Rose and me, the least they could do is have the decency to get their facts straight." The girl raised her eyebrows. "And good grammar."
"I'm never showing you Sue fiction."
A/N: I'm not sure if it's really called Sue fiction... but you know, that stuff that's in chatspeak with no plot and nothing but badly-written "romantic" scenes and did I forget to mention the Sues?!?