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: I can't remember why it came up... probably camp... or maybe my parents talking about going to a college that has horses... Anywho, I thought about bringing a pony into the TARDIS.
Ergo, this.
Chapter 16: Pony! (100 words)
"I want a pony."
"I – where are we going to put a horse on the TARDIS?"
"How'm I supposed to know? You've got to have a stable in here somewhere. Oh, come on, you have a unlimited number of rooms of unlimited size and you don't have a stable?!?"
"I've never looked for one. I've never brought a horse on board, so I've never needed one."
"Well, I'm going to find one." She stomped off determinedly. Five minutes later, she returned to the consol room, fully dressed in riding clothes. "The stable's currently right next door when you need me."
A/N: This could be turned into something much more brilliant than it is, but I didn't have the effort to put into it. It was about 2AM on July 5th. Ergo I was rather hyper from just having watched intense fireworks. Happy... belated 4th, all Americans out there.