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: You may have noticed that this stuff above this considerably shrunk. It would be practically non-existent were it not for my ridiculous disclaimer. I decided I'd change around my top bitty-bit, because it was getting kinda annoying. I'm gonna go back and fix the rest while I'm at it.
Anywho, the mysterious "Lena" has left me two reviews but no way to reply to them! So I must do it here. Lena: Glad you're liking it. I'd do your idea with Rose & Susan... if I knew who Susan was. Or maybe just remembered who she was? I feel like I should, but I don't...
Back to this thing. She ("Lena") inspired me to do this.
Chapter 18: Rose (100 words)
"Doctor, the TARDIS moved the – who's this?"
"Oh. My. God. Rose?!?"
"Do I know you?"
"Do you know her?"
"How's she here?"
"What are you looking for anyway, Rose?"
"No, I don't know you. Only know of you."
"Well, I was looking for the spare library, but there's a horse stable in the way."
"How's she here? Isn't she trapped in a parallel universe?"
"It's moved downstairs."
"Thanks. And who are you, exactly?"
"Oh, sorry, the stable's my fault."
"Well, we got her out."
"Isn't that impossible?" The three travelers stared at each other.
"Well, this is one weird conversation."
A/N: I know this makes no sense, but it's Rose, the Doctor, and the... "new companion", AKA me or any other fangirl who wants to insert herself there. Yeah. I think you might possibly be able to maybe guess who's who in this. Some of the time. XD