"There isn't any time left. The next wave will be here soon - evacuations are near completion."
"Memre, don't do this! There's-"
"Initializing protocol seven-seven-eight-oh."
"You can't!"
"I must. I cannot learn if there if nothing remains it must be done. I am sorry, Romanadvoratrelundar. Please, ask Mina to forgive me and to thank her."
"---MEMRE!"Air suddenly filling her lungs Romana sat right up in bed as her hand flew to her chest, griping the robe tightly with eyes as wide as possibly. Her vision blurred just slightly from the abrupt awakening she rubbed furiously at them with the palms of her hands. Then, blinking once then twice, the woman looked around the room
( ... )
The Doctor stepped back into the room a moment later. The TARDIS was brushing against his mind furiously, saying something was wrong (but she had been doing that since Romana came on board, to be honest).
Of course, by the time he got back to the room, she was awake, if still lying in bed. He hadn't intended for her to wake alone. Well, at least not alone and hungry, right?
"Good morning," he said. "Or evening. Good inter-spacial vortex! Made you some tea."
"I would think that tea would be fine no matter what the time."
A smile tugged at her lips when she saw the Doctor standing there. She had not realized just for how long she had been sleeping. It could have been days instead of hours with how heavy her body still felt, but at least her mind was considerably clearer.
"Well, I couldn't let you wake up without something, wouldn't be polite of me. And I didn't get a chance to make you breakfast the last time you stayed over. Seems I owe you one."
No, they'd all but rushed out of the TARDIS for a Christmas that never got to happen. His own fault, should've seen it coming. Still, now they had time for Christmases. Time for the whole universe.
It had certainly been a wonderful little trick to pick up. All of those meetings would cause her such headaches that it was any wonder she was able to listen to Braxiatel after words. Gentle, careful and yet ever precise. Her smile only grew more all the while watching him.
"But at least words are a little easier to manage. Knocking out others or hitting them with arm chairs are another story entirely." Romana eased herself to sit more comfortably as she continue. "Do you think Duggan ever learned to control his temper?"
The question earned him a mildly surprised expression on her part.
"Fancy him?"
There was a pause as Romana thought about this for only a moment. It had been what, centuries, since then? "Well I never did agree with his preferred method of violence, always breaking windows and wine bottles," she said. "And Rassilon knows he never did learn to be subtle about things."
Her hands continued on with the massage, remembering that time in Paris.
"I suppose I did a little," Romana admitted. "But it wasn't anything that would last - we were only in Paris for a couple of days. And ensuring that humanity would remain written in history was a far more important matter to be thinking about at the time."
"Oh, well, you know, never would've worked out anyway. Bad temper of his. He and K-9 would've gotten into a lot of disasterous arguments."
Riiiiight.
"But, you know, Paris. City of love. And...art critics. Never did figure out why that one man was sketching you with a watch for a face. Paled in comparison to the rest of the strange things going on, but that was rather odd."
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"There isn't any time left. The next wave will be here soon - evacuations are near completion."
"Memre, don't do this! There's-"
"Initializing protocol seven-seven-eight-oh."
"You can't!"
"I must. I cannot learn if there if nothing remains it must be done. I am sorry, Romanadvoratrelundar. Please, ask Mina to forgive me and to thank her."
"---MEMRE!"Air suddenly filling her lungs Romana sat right up in bed as her hand flew to her chest, griping the robe tightly with eyes as wide as possibly. Her vision blurred just slightly from the abrupt awakening she rubbed furiously at them with the palms of her hands. Then, blinking once then twice, the woman looked around the room ( ... )
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Of course, by the time he got back to the room, she was awake, if still lying in bed. He hadn't intended for her to wake alone. Well, at least not alone and hungry, right?
"Good morning," he said. "Or evening. Good inter-spacial vortex! Made you some tea."
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"I would think that tea would be fine no matter what the time."
A smile tugged at her lips when she saw the Doctor standing there. She had not realized just for how long she had been sleeping. It could have been days instead of hours with how heavy her body still felt, but at least her mind was considerably clearer.
"Thank you."
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No, they'd all but rushed out of the TARDIS for a Christmas that never got to happen. His own fault, should've seen it coming. Still, now they had time for Christmases. Time for the whole universe.
The idea was a bit daunting, really.
"How did you sleep?"
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It had certainly been a wonderful little trick to pick up. All of those meetings would cause her such headaches that it was any wonder she was able to listen to Braxiatel after words. Gentle, careful and yet ever precise. Her smile only grew more all the while watching him.
"But at least words are a little easier to manage. Knocking out others or hitting them with arm chairs are another story entirely." Romana eased herself to sit more comfortably as she continue. "Do you think Duggan ever learned to control his temper?"
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The Doctor raised an eyebrow and opened one eye. There was a question on his mind that had been bothering him, although he'd never admit to it.
"Did you fancy him?"
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"Fancy him?"
There was a pause as Romana thought about this for only a moment. It had been what, centuries, since then? "Well I never did agree with his preferred method of violence, always breaking windows and wine bottles," she said. "And Rassilon knows he never did learn to be subtle about things."
Her hands continued on with the massage, remembering that time in Paris.
"I suppose I did a little," Romana admitted. "But it wasn't anything that would last - we were only in Paris for a couple of days. And ensuring that humanity would remain written in history was a far more important matter to be thinking about at the time."
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Riiiiight.
"But, you know, Paris. City of love. And...art critics. Never did figure out why that one man was sketching you with a watch for a face. Paled in comparison to the rest of the strange things going on, but that was rather odd."
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