Verse: 
realityshifted
Word Count: 482
Donna had given him a crash course on computer operating and dealing with the internet. The Brigadier paid attention the entire time, though he was failing to see the point on some of the things she illustrated on there - for example, the quantity of websites about bees she had on her bookmarks.
("Bees, Miss Noble?"
"Something is up with the bees, Brigadier, I know it."
"Perhaps it's just a bad year for them."
"It's never a bad year for bees.")
The test sites were equally inane. Donna had said she could go at them for hours, but he already hit his limit after the first one she made him do. He had absolutely no future plans to go near any website like that again. Not even under threat of her taking his maps and holding them hostage.
(Donna covered her mouth to keep from giggling at the result that came up.
The Brigadier quietly fumed.
"Brigadier, I had no idea that you were-"
"I am no such thing," he quickly cut her off and closed the browser window.
Calling him a 'slut', indeed.)
Only a few of the things she showed him seemed interesting enough. For example, her various research sites. Most of them were by conspiracy theorists, so he figured, but some seemed to have a slight idea as to what they were doing. Though, Donna didn't linger on those for too long and instead chose to show him how on one of the websites, with just a few clicks, you could end up somewhere totally different from where you started.
("Watch. I bet you I can find a way to make this go from 'bees' to 'communism' within ten clicks."
"Somehow I fail to see the connection..."
"I'm the champ at this sort of thing. After this, I can show you how you can get to Hitler within six clicks starting from anything!"
"Good lord.")
After showing him everything she said was important, she left to give him a bit of time to fiddle around with it on his own. He went through various programs, documents, that sort of thing - when he had been fiddling around, he accidentally deleted one or two things, but he was certain Donna knew how to fix that.
Though when he attempted to get back onto the internet, it kept giving him an error, something about the computer not having a modem. He found it a bit odd seeing as how Donna had clicked the same thing he just had to get on there. Faced with this temporary problem, he went to go get Donna. She knew better how to work that machine, anyway.
He knocked on the door of the room she was in. "Miss Noble?"
Donna peered up from the magazine she was poking through. "Yeah, Brigadier?"
"I think there's something wrong with your computer. Something about the modem."
Her reaction was anything but pleased. "What?"
"It's saying there's no modem, can't access the internet."
"Please, don't tell me you deleted the internal modem..."
realityshiftedWord Count: 482
Donna had given him a crash course on computer operating and dealing with the internet. The Brigadier paid attention the entire time, though he was failing to see the point on some of the things she illustrated on there - for example, the quantity of websites about bees she had on her bookmarks.
("Bees, Miss Noble?"
"Something is up with the bees, Brigadier, I know it."
"Perhaps it's just a bad year for them."
"It's never a bad year for bees.")
The test sites were equally inane. Donna had said she could go at them for hours, but he already hit his limit after the first one she made him do. He had absolutely no future plans to go near any website like that again. Not even under threat of her taking his maps and holding them hostage.
(Donna covered her mouth to keep from giggling at the result that came up.
The Brigadier quietly fumed.
"Brigadier, I had no idea that you were-"
"I am no such thing," he quickly cut her off and closed the browser window.
Calling him a 'slut', indeed.)
Only a few of the things she showed him seemed interesting enough. For example, her various research sites. Most of them were by conspiracy theorists, so he figured, but some seemed to have a slight idea as to what they were doing. Though, Donna didn't linger on those for too long and instead chose to show him how on one of the websites, with just a few clicks, you could end up somewhere totally different from where you started.
("Watch. I bet you I can find a way to make this go from 'bees' to 'communism' within ten clicks."
"Somehow I fail to see the connection..."
"I'm the champ at this sort of thing. After this, I can show you how you can get to Hitler within six clicks starting from anything!"
"Good lord.")
After showing him everything she said was important, she left to give him a bit of time to fiddle around with it on his own. He went through various programs, documents, that sort of thing - when he had been fiddling around, he accidentally deleted one or two things, but he was certain Donna knew how to fix that.
Though when he attempted to get back onto the internet, it kept giving him an error, something about the computer not having a modem. He found it a bit odd seeing as how Donna had clicked the same thing he just had to get on there. Faced with this temporary problem, he went to go get Donna. She knew better how to work that machine, anyway.
He knocked on the door of the room she was in. "Miss Noble?"
Donna peered up from the magazine she was poking through. "Yeah, Brigadier?"
"I think there's something wrong with your computer. Something about the modem."
Her reaction was anything but pleased. "What?"
"It's saying there's no modem, can't access the internet."
"Please, don't tell me you deleted the internal modem..."