DW :: A Little While [Doctor/Romana || PG]
Title: A Little While
Character/Pairing: All Doctors/All Romanas
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1112
Author's Notes: A jaunty little trip through the lives of the Doctor with Romana there alongside.
As the First through Third Doctors, he didn’t know her.
The Academy was a thing of his past, a time he’d found to be a bit of a nuisance and shoved away to the archives of his mind in favour of Adventure and Opportunity. He’d gathered companions, let his granddaughter join him on the ride, but in the end Gallifrey stayed firmly behind a door in his mind he wouldn’t open.
As the Fourth Doctor, there was only her.
She came to him straight from the Academy he’d worked so hard to forget. Fresh faced, intelligent, calm, cool, collected, and so very rigid about so many things. She was the perfect Time Lady and in comparison to her, he wasn’t much of a Time Lord.
But he liked her smile. The way it curved up slightly at the edges like she had a secret only she knew and she found it very funny. He liked the fact that her name possessed more syllables than any name should, and when he asked her what he should call her in case of emergency, she had told him wryly, to call her Fred.
He called her Romana instead.
She was everything he could’ve ever wanted in a companion, with a few flaws here and there, but he didn’t mind. The only he minded was the fact that she didn’t give him the time of day. The merest suggestion and she’d give him a mildly haughty look, laugh and look away.
They found the Key to Time together. Together met the final piece of it in the form of a little blonde princess.
It was only later; that he supposed something might’ve gone wrong with their perfect plan that caused girl-trapped slice of time to “die”. It was after; his Romana emerged from her room one morning, looking everything like a ghost.
He considered it to be another sign that she was better than he was. She could control what she looked like and for reason was using it to mourn the dead.
It was this Romana, who loved him back.
She was everything he’d loved in the earlier girl, only happier, lighter, more willing. She was Romana outside the Academy and she clasped his hand willingly and ran where he went. Together, they had adventures only the two of them could have.
It was this Romana that left him, without looking back.
A kiss on the cheek, unseen by others, and a farewell, taking the dog, and leaving him with the kid. It was the closest thing to an Earth divorce, done Gallifreyan style. She laughed lightly, shaking her head and pushed him away. He watched her, and then he began consoling himself to the fact that he was never going to get her back.
As the Fifth Doctor, he missed her.
He wondered in the back reaches of his mind what she was up to and where she was. If she was still on version two or if she looked different, changed for fun or necessity. It was this Doctor who had dreams about her.
The Sixth Doctor let her go.
He claimed he was a better man, that he didn’t need her and wasn’t going to cling to her and pine after her even though she was long gone and he was a different person. He restarted his life and carried on, without her, both physically and in his head. He knew that it was better this way, or at the very least he was going to pretend it was.
The Seventh Doctor, started to forget about her.
He got caught up in the universe and new adventures, playing father to a lost Companion, and trying not to get himself blown up. It was then and only then, that she started to drift from that place he’d always held her in his mind. That was when she started to fade to black.
As the Eighth Doctor, he killed her.
It was both she and the end of the universe, or a chance to stop the Time War and prevent something far worse from occurring. He had been faced with a predicament, a set of cool facts that he had had trouble separating from what he felt, but in the end he realized the Romana he loved was gone. She was someone new, someone dark, someone who called herself the Imperiatrix and ruled with an iron fist, accidentally starting a Time War and setting forth the motions that started them all. He did what he had to do. He loved her, he lost her, and now he was going to kill her, destroy Gallifrey and what she stood for, and choose to finally be alone.
He was going to condemn himself for the safety of Time. And with those thoughts in mind, he pushed the literal button and said goodbye.
The Ninth Doctor, mourned her.
He regretted that he had lost her in such a definitive way. That he hadn’t gotten a chance to seek one last (or first) kiss and told hold her hand again and apologise for what he had to do. He once again saw her in his head, but this time, she was crying.
He was alone, so very alone, when he accidentally found and saved a girl who reminded him of her. This girl was the one he’d lost, only human, so incredibly human and innocent, but she had the same hair and he kept her.
He couldn’t love her, so he’d try love her replacement instead.
As the Tenth Doctor, after what felt like a thousand years and a million miles, she came back to him.
It was an accident, a fluke of Time and he had realized a body ago that there might just be other survivors, that somewhere Romana or someone who knew her might still be alive. He’d dismissed this as a fool’s dream, reconciling with the fact Daleks did not necessary herald Time Lords.
Then one day, a million years from where he’d loved her, lost her, left her, and on a place most unusual for her, he found her again. Her hair was different, and so were her eyes, in fact everything was different, and casually (jokingly) flaunted her ginger hair.
So different, except for her smile, but then again, he was different as well.
She smiled and laughed and took his hand and offered to love him. At least for a little while, and Rose, Romana’s human shadow, was at a loss, but followed them anyways. At least for a little while.
As the Tenth Doctor, he loved his New Romana and she loved him back. At least for a little while.
Character/Pairing: All Doctors/All Romanas
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1112
Author's Notes: A jaunty little trip through the lives of the Doctor with Romana there alongside.
As the First through Third Doctors, he didn’t know her.
The Academy was a thing of his past, a time he’d found to be a bit of a nuisance and shoved away to the archives of his mind in favour of Adventure and Opportunity. He’d gathered companions, let his granddaughter join him on the ride, but in the end Gallifrey stayed firmly behind a door in his mind he wouldn’t open.
As the Fourth Doctor, there was only her.
She came to him straight from the Academy he’d worked so hard to forget. Fresh faced, intelligent, calm, cool, collected, and so very rigid about so many things. She was the perfect Time Lady and in comparison to her, he wasn’t much of a Time Lord.
But he liked her smile. The way it curved up slightly at the edges like she had a secret only she knew and she found it very funny. He liked the fact that her name possessed more syllables than any name should, and when he asked her what he should call her in case of emergency, she had told him wryly, to call her Fred.
He called her Romana instead.
She was everything he could’ve ever wanted in a companion, with a few flaws here and there, but he didn’t mind. The only he minded was the fact that she didn’t give him the time of day. The merest suggestion and she’d give him a mildly haughty look, laugh and look away.
They found the Key to Time together. Together met the final piece of it in the form of a little blonde princess.
It was only later; that he supposed something might’ve gone wrong with their perfect plan that caused girl-trapped slice of time to “die”. It was after; his Romana emerged from her room one morning, looking everything like a ghost.
He considered it to be another sign that she was better than he was. She could control what she looked like and for reason was using it to mourn the dead.
It was this Romana, who loved him back.
She was everything he’d loved in the earlier girl, only happier, lighter, more willing. She was Romana outside the Academy and she clasped his hand willingly and ran where he went. Together, they had adventures only the two of them could have.
It was this Romana that left him, without looking back.
A kiss on the cheek, unseen by others, and a farewell, taking the dog, and leaving him with the kid. It was the closest thing to an Earth divorce, done Gallifreyan style. She laughed lightly, shaking her head and pushed him away. He watched her, and then he began consoling himself to the fact that he was never going to get her back.
As the Fifth Doctor, he missed her.
He wondered in the back reaches of his mind what she was up to and where she was. If she was still on version two or if she looked different, changed for fun or necessity. It was this Doctor who had dreams about her.
The Sixth Doctor let her go.
He claimed he was a better man, that he didn’t need her and wasn’t going to cling to her and pine after her even though she was long gone and he was a different person. He restarted his life and carried on, without her, both physically and in his head. He knew that it was better this way, or at the very least he was going to pretend it was.
The Seventh Doctor, started to forget about her.
He got caught up in the universe and new adventures, playing father to a lost Companion, and trying not to get himself blown up. It was then and only then, that she started to drift from that place he’d always held her in his mind. That was when she started to fade to black.
As the Eighth Doctor, he killed her.
It was both she and the end of the universe, or a chance to stop the Time War and prevent something far worse from occurring. He had been faced with a predicament, a set of cool facts that he had had trouble separating from what he felt, but in the end he realized the Romana he loved was gone. She was someone new, someone dark, someone who called herself the Imperiatrix and ruled with an iron fist, accidentally starting a Time War and setting forth the motions that started them all. He did what he had to do. He loved her, he lost her, and now he was going to kill her, destroy Gallifrey and what she stood for, and choose to finally be alone.
He was going to condemn himself for the safety of Time. And with those thoughts in mind, he pushed the literal button and said goodbye.
The Ninth Doctor, mourned her.
He regretted that he had lost her in such a definitive way. That he hadn’t gotten a chance to seek one last (or first) kiss and told hold her hand again and apologise for what he had to do. He once again saw her in his head, but this time, she was crying.
He was alone, so very alone, when he accidentally found and saved a girl who reminded him of her. This girl was the one he’d lost, only human, so incredibly human and innocent, but she had the same hair and he kept her.
He couldn’t love her, so he’d try love her replacement instead.
As the Tenth Doctor, after what felt like a thousand years and a million miles, she came back to him.
It was an accident, a fluke of Time and he had realized a body ago that there might just be other survivors, that somewhere Romana or someone who knew her might still be alive. He’d dismissed this as a fool’s dream, reconciling with the fact Daleks did not necessary herald Time Lords.
Then one day, a million years from where he’d loved her, lost her, left her, and on a place most unusual for her, he found her again. Her hair was different, and so were her eyes, in fact everything was different, and casually (jokingly) flaunted her ginger hair.
So different, except for her smile, but then again, he was different as well.
She smiled and laughed and took his hand and offered to love him. At least for a little while, and Rose, Romana’s human shadow, was at a loss, but followed them anyways. At least for a little while.
As the Tenth Doctor, he loved his New Romana and she loved him back. At least for a little while.