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'm still annoyed at Jack. I decided that I actually needed to kill him, like I've been threatening to do.
It's strange how making characters do the things I want to do satisfies me, for a time.
Chapter 20: Jack Again (100 words)
"What do you mean, I'm a bloody idiot?"
"Oh, you know perfectly well what I mean!"
"No, I really don't."
"Deadly things; deadly things," the teen muttered, searching the room.
"What do you need deadly things for?"
"Killing people!" She pulled a panel off the floor and jumped in.
"Killing who?"
"Lovely!" she remarked as if not hearing him. "'G'!" She opened the chest. "Globe... Goat... I don't see how 'orange' starts with 'G'... Ahah! Gun!" She turned and shot the man in the forehead.
He awoke with a loud intake of breath. "What the bloody hell was that for?"
A/N: :D There, that's a little better. Still want to kill him again, though.
It was the some episode of series 4, when the Doctor unearth one of Agatha Christie's books to show Donna, that gave me the idea for where to find the gun.