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 idea has been bouncing around in my head since I turned this into a collection of drabbles. Only I haven't written it yet because I kept forgetting it.
Chapter 11: Immaturity (100 words)
The teen caught the Doctor's attention and stuck out her tongue. He stuck out his. She raised her eyebrows. He raised his, and made a funny face. She made a funny face back, with the help of antler-hands. He used his arm as an elephant tusk. She jumped up and around making noises like a chicken. He jumped about in a position like a deformed frog, making chirruping bird calls. She cracked up.
"You're really immature, you know that?"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"Are too and that proves it!"
A/N: The Doctor's so ridiculously immature, I couldn't help but add that in. I wanted to make it more action, but I couldn't resist the "are too/am not" bit at the end. :D