Nomad. Friday. Caz apologizes for the crap she posted Wednesday. She was working on the first paragraph of this, which I promptly stole and added to.
The strangest things can bring people together. It could be a shared loss, an alien invasion, a toddler on crack. It could be anything, but that doesn't explain why these particular three wound up together on this particular night. No, there is no logical explanation to why the forty-fourth president of the United States woke up in a bed with two timelords.
"Ugh..." The first one moaned.
"My sentiments exactly," The second one said dryly.
"Shut up. Hey, it's the President! Go away." The first one ordered.
"Master! Where are your manners?" The second one exclaimed.
"My head hurts. How drunk did we get last night?" The Master wondered.
"Quiet drunk, I should imagine." The President interrupted.
"Mr. President! It's an honor to meet you, my name is the Doctor, and this rather rude fellow is the Master-" the first one said excitedly. The Master glared at them both.
"I'm not rude, I'm hungover!"
A phone rang. They all stopped abruptly. The Doctor frowned, stuck a hand underneath his pillow, and brought out a cell phone. "Hello? Jack? Sorry, busy right now, can't talk, go annoy Ianto or something and I'll call you back later, bye."
The Master grinned. "The Freak got tooooooooooooold," he sang.
The Doctor whacked him. "Don't call him that!"
"As fascinating as this is, really, could you help me get back to the White House?" The President asked. The two timelords looked at each other and shrugged.
"Ok," The Doctor said. "But only if you sign my TARDIS!"
The Master facepalmed.