Doctor Who one-shot – Visiting.
Captain Jack Harkness graces the TARDIS' hallowed halls! NOT YAOI! Neither was "Fool's Eternity" for the confused ones.
It seemed to be another typical Sunday morning. The Doctor would get up at the crack of dawn and stretch his way out of his bed and potter down to make a cup of tea in the kitchen (which seemed to change every day). He'd acquired a lot of human habits. After a few hours, the Master would plod in, yawning and asking why morning was so cruel and couldn't they go back to their beds for a few more hours? The answer was always a loud and cheerful no. Then they'd both read the human newspaper and laugh at the antics of some and tut at the wrongdoings of others (well the Doctor tutted and the Master would look awkward, scratching the back of his neck nervously.
Yes, that was their normal, safe, happy routine.
But when you're friends with a Time Agent (especially an American one), things are going to get disrupted.
This morning was all about disruption.
Both the Doctor and the Master were woken even earlier than normal, at the same time, by a lot of angry swearing. In an American accent.
The Master grabbed a pillow in his room and stormed out. The Doctor followed armed with a hard-back book a few seconds later (from his OWN room obviously) to find the Master happily beating Captain Jack to death with said pillow.
"What? What are YOU doing here?!" the Doctor asked rather rudely in confusion. "And leave him alone."
"Why?!" The Master looked furious.
"Because I need the answer to my question. THEN we can cheerfully beat the ever loving crap out of him."
The Master became delighted.
Jack did not.
"I came to visit some people I call "friends"! You know, those people that let you hang around with them?" He huffed. Even that sounded American.
"We don't LET you, you force us to." The Doctor muttered before grinning and bouncing forward. The Master gasped at the fact that the Doctor had so much energy this time of the morning before turning to Jack.
"It is five o'clock in the morning. I have been sleeping for six hours. I want some MORE. Alright?"
Jack finished detangling himself from a load of old wires, which had been carelessly tossed to one side (source of the swearing), and grinned.
"Eh, what's up Doc?"
The Master wanted to scream. Maybe even cry.
He probably would have done both, but his pride saved him from doing so. Instead he turned to head back to bed.
Then Jack said, "Which bed can I camp in?"
Oh if only those wires had killed him. But he would have come back to life. AGAIN.
The world was such a cruel place in the Master's eyes.
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