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: As you can see, I'm just running away with these drabbles. So rather than making forty new stories, and since they're basically linear, I turned this into a series of them.
Chapter 2: Too Slow (100 words)
"Wait, wait!"
"What?"
"I haven't finished reading this screen yet!" The teen sighed, rather loudly.
"Hurry up already!"
"I'm reading as fast as I can!"
"You're really that slow?" He gave her a look. "What? I just thought that after 900-something years of practice, you'd've developed faster reading skills."
"I don't like reading things on screens." She responded with an ungainly snort.
"That doesn't seem to have stopped you before. And I suppose I could print it for you, if that would make you faster." He turned to the teen with a sheepish grin. "What?"
"I don't have a printer."
A/N: I wouldn't be surprised if the Doctor didn't have a printer. I almost would be surprised if he DID.