DISCLAIMER: I do not own Doctor Who, nor will I ever. Idea for story comes from a conversation I had with friends.
A man- or, more correctly, Time Lord- was walking around one of his "friend's" favorite places. He thought that he heard the "whap" of a ball meeting a bat and some cheers, as well as groans. He stroked his beard for a moment, and followed the sounds.
When he got there, he saw four people-two boys, and two women. The taller of the men he knew all too well. Fairer hair, Panama hat on head, and a little bit of celery peeking out from over his shoulder... yes.
"Doctor!" he called. The other Time Lord stiffened, but turned around.
"The Master, he said evenly. "What a surprise."
The Master laughed. "Well, I see that you are doing well! Playing an Earth game in your free time! What a change!"
"Cricket," the Doctor attempted to explain what he was doing.
"Oh, cricket," the Master looked shocked, though he could have been acting. "I hate crickets. I feel as if they're trying to drive me mad."
Missing the chance to tell the Master that he was already mad, the Doctor took his turn to be shocked.
"But cricket is-" he was cut off as the Master continued, not bothering to listen. "There's no point to crickets; all they do is nothing!" he kept ranting until the Doctor began to shout.
"No point to cricket? I thought that you of all Time Lords like to win!"
The younger boy, Adric, leaned over to one of the women and whispered, "I think that they've both gone mad, Tegan." She nodded in agreement, eying the two Time Lords as they continued their shouting match. Nyssa, the other girl, said, "I wonder when they're going to realize that they're talking about two different types of crickets."
The Doctor was finally able to lower his voice. "What do you mean, cricket goes 'chirp, chirp?'" The Master rolled his eyes and looked at him like, I don't think that you are as smart as you think that you are.
"Because that's what they sound like." The Doctor opened his mouth to speak again when realization dawned in his eyes.
"They," he said. The Master nodded slowly, completely convinced that this regeneration of his enemy was stupid. "You said 'they!'"the Doctor pressed.
"Of course I said 'they!'" the Master snapped. "It would get repetitive if I kept saying 'crickets.' Why?"
"Because I'm talking about 'it.'" the Doctor lifted his cricket ball so the Master could see it.
The Master glanced at it, unimpressed. Now who's overrating their intelligence, the Doctor couldn't help thinking. "It. As in singular. As in a game." "Game" seemed to be the key word.
"Cricket... is a game?"
"Yes, and a brilliant one too," the Doctor looked proud of himself at finally being able to get his point across. The Master just blinked, slowly getting it.
"You mean-"
"Yes, we were talking about two different things," the Doctor said, almost patronizingly.
Tegan glanced at her watch and sighed. "It took them fifteen minutes exactly. Adric wins."