July 10th, 2005

tank girl


InfluenceThe Doctor had disappeared into the bowels of the Console in an effort to push Rose's weirdness from his mind. Careful rewiring and the judicious application of a well-placed mallet was having its usual Zen-like effect on his mood.

Twisting a knob and flicking a switch, he reached for his sonic screwdriver to make a minor adjustment. It wasn't within reach. He eased himself out onto the deck and checked his pockets with no luck. A quick ferret through his toolbox and once over of the Console Room didn't help to turn up his missing screwdriver either.

Collapse )


15minuteficletsword #113: vacant