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: Hey, guess what? I'm writing a chapter of FMM from my dad's laptop while I'm away! Amazing, isn't it? I sure think so. Well, anyway, I was inspired by this because I'm only here on the laptop because my mp3 actually did practically run out of power, which makes trying to listen to Snow Patrol while writing a character nearly impossible. Anywho, enough of my explanation, or this'll be longer than the thing. You know, it probably is.
Chapter 22: Batteries (100 words)
She was in the middle of listening to a song when it died. She sighed, went to her room, and dug around in her bag for the right plug. Then she went back to the console room.
"Doctor, where's the USB port on this thing?"
"The what?"
"The USB port! You know, where I stick this bit." She showed him the plug.
"Oh, that kind of USB port. Don't have one."
"How'm I supposed to charge this, then?"
"They didn't give you an outlet charger?"
"No..."
"Oh, give it here." He performed some sonic magic on it. "Better than new."
A/N: Yay! I thought of a sequel to this one, seeing as I don't like the ending.