"You've spilt up? As in, gotten a divorce?" The Doctor asked. He couldn't believe what he was hearing!

"Yes, we have gotten a divorce." The Master replied.

"When did this happen?" He asked him.

"Yesterday morning. I came into the bedroom and Lucy just said, 'I want a divorce, Harry.' Turns out she had already hired some bloke to do it and 7 minutes later I'm kicked out of my own home!" He said.

The Doctor was speechless for a few moments.

"Couldn't you say something? I mean, you shouldn't let her boot you out if you don't want to." He finally managed to get out.

"No, not really. If she wants a divorce, I can't make her stay." He sighed.

"Well, where are you planning on staying?" He asked him,

"A hotel, probably." The Master said.

"How much money have you got?" The Doctor asked.

"I didn't say I had any money." He replied.

The Doctor then proceeded to have a mental argument with himself. It went something like this:

Why not let him stay here?

Because he has tried to murder me and destroy the universe more times than I can count.

He's just been through a divorce with his wife.

I can see why she divorced him.

Shut up!

No!

The Doctor groaned and covered his ears with his hands, hoping to block out the sound of his mental voices. It didn't work.

Just let him stay, why don't you?

You know why I won't let him stay!

You already let him on the ship!

And that should be amazing enough!

You'd want someone to help you if you went through something like this!

Yeah, I would, and I never have, because, unlike him, I am not an evil psycho-maniac!

Of course, The Master couldn't hear any of this, and was trying to work out why The Doctor was banging his head off the table.

"Um, you okay?" He asked.

"What? Oh, I was just having a very heated argument with myself inside my head." He replied, like it was a completley normal thing to do.

If The Master had not known The Doctor for so long and was used to his tendency to come out with something completley abnormal that only he could understand, he would have probably been extremely confused. But he was used to this kind of thing, he got something like it almost every time he saw The Doctor, so he just said;

"Right, I'll wait outside the kitchen whilst you work things out with your argumentative brain."

The Doctor didn't even hear him. He was still arguing with himself.

Let him stay!

Get him off my ship!

He's welcome to stay here!

He's welcome to leave!

It's my ship!

It's mine too, we live in the same brain!

Unfortunately, we do.

Just get him out of here so I can go back to sleep!

No, now just shut up and let him stay!

Fine, he can stay!

Ha ha, I won!

Ugh, now you even sound like him!

Just then, The Master poked his head through the kitchen door.

"Can I come back inside now, or are you still busy arguing with yourself?" He asked.

"It's okay, you can come back in now." The Doctor said.

"Thanks." The Master replied. He came in and sat down at the table again. "So, what were you arguing about anyway?"

"Well, lucky for you, I was debating whether or not to let you stay her. And even luckier for you, the side of me saying you can stay won." He grinned.

"So, you're going to let me stay here?" He asked.

Say no, change your mind, SAY NO!!!!!!!!

"Yes, I am."

You'll regret this!

"Shut up!" The Doctor mentally thought to his brain.

"What?" The Master asked.

Oops. Had he said that out loud? The Doctor wondered, thankfully managing to keep that inside his head that time.

Wow, like that was so hard to work out!

"I told you to shut up!" He yelled, getting really frustrated with himself now.

"Shut up! Please!" As he continued to argue with himself, The Master slowly backed out of the room, mentally reminding himself to get a room as far away from The Doctor's as possible.

Well, there's chapter 2! Hope u enjoyed it!!! Reviews are always welcome.