STARLINKED • An Elon Musk x Donald Trump Fanfiction

Chapter 2 - Transfer Me Away

The scent of wood cleaner, freshly mopped floors, and injustice filled Donald's nostrils as he ran his weathered hand on the surface of the presidential desk. Soon, it would be his once more, free of Joe Biden's grasp. Nothing made him more motivated than limiting Americans' college access - if able, he'd get back to work that second.

His meeting with Joe had gone smoother than expected, although Joe had noticed his mood was off - the cameras, unfortunately, captured it as well. In truth, the past days without Elon were starting to take a toll on him.

He hadn't realized how accustomed he had become to the man's company. Sure, he had Melania, but when she wasn't stealing Michelle Obama's speeches she mostly resorted to family time. They both knew their place at this point - Melanie would enjoy everything life had to give her as to maintain a happy life while Donald did, well, anything else. Every now and then he would catch her resenting looks in his direction, but it was too late now to try to make amends.

"Mr. Trump?" a member of the Secret Service asked, startling Donald, "It's time to go."

Indeed, it was.

The last time Elon and Donald had been in the White House, he had hardly taken him seriously. A loser man who would do anything for some attention - that was before he got to know him. Gone were the days where he looked down at the South African antagonist with disdain in his eyes. Since then it had become compassion. Since then, he had fallen in love with him.

Sometimes, late at night, as Elon had his arms wrapped around him while anticipating their slumber, Donald would fantasize about the two in the White House. Playfully chasing each other through the halls until they inevitably ran out of breath and nearly triggered cardiac arrest, looking for ladybugs in the gardens and applauding them for being red, reading over paperwork with frustration in the Oval Office (waiting for someone to come and explain it to him) and having Elon bring him lunch, dressed in those tight jeans Donald always appreciated.

He was at the top of the world now, surrounded by people 24/7. How could he feel so alone?

"Jill was disappointed that Melanie refused to meet with her. Any chance you know why?" Joe inquired as he and Donald made their way to the front of the White House.

Absentminded, Donald just shrugged. The last time he had tried to privately speak with Melania she had said his presence made him nauseous. Maids, their family, and the occasional email were their own forms of communication now.

How interesting was it that the death of his own marriage meant less to him than the space Elon had left?

Joe and Donald exchanged a monotone farewell for the cameras before Donald was escorted to his black SUV. Sat between two agents, he resisted the urge to lean against them. He knew this is how it had to be now. Donny was gone, Donald was back. He didn't have a choice.

"Where would you like to eat, Mr. President?"

Maybe he did still have a few.

He adjusted his posture, turning to the driver. "Wendy's. Donny needs a Baconator."