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: The title for this drabble is a sort-of reference to a line in Manipulated Timeline (if I'm remembering correctly). It was inspired by the fact that I was staring at the screen of the laptop that cameos in this chapter and trying to think of an idea for an addition to FMM, which has long been lacking in that department.
I'm surprised the thing is still working myself.
Chapter 25: Antiquated Technology (100 words)
The teenager plopped herself down in captain's chair, opened the computer bag that she'd placed at her feet, and pulled out the tiny computer inside.
"Is that a netbook?" the Doctor asked her. She looked at him.
"No," she answered. "It's a laptop."
"It's awfully tiny."
"Yes, well," she said, slightly distracted while it took about five full minutes to boot up. "It's eleven years old."
"It was made in 2457?"
"No… Are we 2468 or something?"
The Doctor grinned at her. She sighed.
"It was eleven years old when I left. It's running Window 98."
"And it hasn't crashed?"