THE MEN WE CHOSE

a/n So this just kinda hit me. Three dudes who (in the slashy universe anyway) ended up with a certain type of guys. And if anyone would get together once a week to compare notes, it would be them!

Part 1

A Vulcan, a Time Lord, and an Angel walk into a bar.

Sitting together at a booth, each of the three toyed with their glasses and discussed their chosen partners.

"-although it is always fascinating to watch him manage to turn complete defeat into victory. I have yet to discover if it is merely what humans term "luck" which makes these impossibilities occur, or if he is far more shrewd than he willingly admits to," Spock explained.

Castiel nodded sagely. "Indeed. It's illogical to think and act the way they do in such dire circumstances. And yet they continue to do so and somehow make triumph an inevitability."

"True, true," the Doctor considered. Then a smile lit his countenance. "But you must realize that without that personality trait, they'd never have chosen us. What normal human could chose to love us, expect us to love them back, and hope to keep us? It's totally absurd. And yet, if anyone'll manage it…"

"Agreed," the other two replied, faces softening as they considered the quandaries that were their men.

Then a loud yell from the pool tables drew their attention, and they all couldn't help the scowls that emerged, as three males jumped on a group of intoxicated idiots who had been making insulting comments.

As the sounds of violence filled the air, the Vulcan, the Time Lord, and the Angel all sighed.

"Same time next week, I suppose?"

"Perhaps at a different location."

"Yes. I find myself agreeing with that suggestion. I fear we will shortly find ourselves banned from this establishment."

Three nods and they stood, heading into the brawl to drag out their significant others.