Charmed I'm Sure!
Doctor Who oneshot inspired by Friends! 10th and Simms. Not yaoi.
The two men stepped out of the blue police box (or TARDIS) together, surveying their surroundings. Feet crunched on grassy earth. The man with tousled brown hair and caramel eyes turned gleefully to the guy on his right and asked;
"Isn't this amazing!"
The guy shrugged, neatly cut light brown hair glinting in the weak rays of the sun and dark eyes roving the ground with boredom. He bent to tie the laces on shiny dance shoes.
"S'alright I suppose."
Evidently disappointed by this lack of enthusiasm, the Doctor, as he was known by all, decided to point out something that his companion had missed. One that he would certainly find interesting.
"There're some really hot girls here."
The Master, as he was infamous for being called, whipped his head up instantly and was straightening his tie.
"That's a fine gal." He quipped in a Brooklyn accent and sauntered towards the group of human girls before the good Doctor could stop him.
"Oh well. Entertainment for me I guess."
He reclined near his precious ship as the Master stopped casually near the giggling group, who had spotted him and the Doctor a while back.
One of the girls was pushed aside towards him, while the others ran off, still giggling happily. She didn't seem to be interested at all, which rang warning bells in the Doctor's head. She was pretty cute though.
The Master leaned back a little whilst folding his arms and looked her up and down. He then put on his best smouldering look and uttered the following.
"Hey, how you doin'?"
It took every ounce of the Doctor's will not to burst out laughing, so he contented himself with a short snigger. The girl shrugged and replied off-handily, "I'm okay."
There was a moment of crashing silence.
The Master seemed utterly horrified.
The Doctor almost regenerated laughing.
"Oh dear God!" The Master cried in bewildered shock and raced over the moorland, with its wild heather and traditional clumpy bushes, back to the TARDIS and almost flung himself into it.
Under the stormy grey clouds, the Doctor chuckled. "Looks like he's lost his wily charm."
All that could be heard from the Master was a muffled sob. The black suit he was wearing didn't help him look any less depressed.
"No more girls for me." It sounded like he was being deprived.
The End.
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