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 am currently pissed off at Jack's complete... betrayal of Gwen. AND the fact that he let Ianto die (not that there was much he could've done).
Chapter 19: Jack (100 words)
A man in clothing typical of the 1940s, complete with billowing greatcoat, stepped through the doors of the TARDIS. The teenage girl, who had up until that moment been contentedly reading a book, looked up. She recognized the man and glared at him. "You!" she exclaimed, dropping her book to the floor and striding purposefully over to him.
"Do I know you?" he asked. She punched him, hard, in the face.
"Ow," she moaned, having put a little too much force into the punch. He inspected his nose, which was dripping blood.
"What was that for?"
"You're a bloody idiot!"
A/N: Well. That's a wee bit satisfying, but I still want to shoot him. In the face.
And then maybe blow him up again.