"Just read it; you'll like it!" Jack said, grinning widely as he sat beside the Doctor who was sitting in front of his computer, staring at a wall of text which was currently on the screen. According to Jack, it was a story about him and the Master written by somebody (Jack didn't tell who so it was quite mysterious). Very reluctantly, the Doctor started to silently read what was in front of him.
'It's not that bad,' The Doctor thought to himself. The grammar and punctuation were perfect, the way the person described him was quite flattering and it seemed quite normal. Then he scrolled down and then the Master popped up into the story. 'Well, the Master is quite.. Master-y,' He thought to himself again, continuing to read.
Then things started to get a bit odd.
'Why am I trying to flirt with the Master?' The Doctor thought to himself as he continued to read, scrolling down once again. With a very confused expression on his face, he scrolled down to be utterly shocked. With his jaw dropped, he turned to Jack.
"Did I just kiss the Master?" The Doctor asked Jack.
"Basically," Jack replied.
"I mean.. who would write this? I mean, it isn't terribly written but.. who?"
Susan Foreman then walked into the room, giggling. "Hello, grandfather. Liked my story?"
The Doctor simply stared at Susan, dumbfounded at the fact that his granddaughter was in the TARDIS with him and the fact that she wrote whatever he just read. Sitting there in shock for a few moments, the Doctor then stood up and walked out of his bedroom and into the console room. Susan then looked to Jack and Jack looked to her. They then high-fived each other.