The Doctor [Ten] always brings a banana to a party (dontwanttogo) wrote in trinitylogs, @ 2017-04-07 18:39:00 |
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THe Doctor and Romana
Sometime Back in Sunnydale
The Housing in Sunnydale
American Ratings are Confusing
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The Doctor had had his suspicions about Winifred Smith since the moment she’d arrived. But, there was no guarantee that even if she was a Time Lady, that she would be the one he suspected she was. And, if she was Romana. What would be the last thing she remembered? The War Queen hadn’t exactly been stable, before she was deposed by Rasilon. And, he had no idea what had happened to her after. He didn’t exactly like to remember the version of himself from the end of the War. The version that destroyed Gallifrey. But, there was something about her. Something which made him wonder. The way she reacted to his name, being one of them. And, it was this that eventually led to him seeking her out. Knocking on the door of her apartment. Fred answered the door entirely confused by the last few weeks. Things were….confusing. Things were all muddled in her mind. But she would deal with it, she always deal with it. She had to. Opening the door though, it was him. The confusing one, the one that brought up all these...emotions. “I don’t...I don’t have time for visitors. I’m sorry but things are so busy with my department, can we do this again sometime?” she said entirely unsure why he made her feel like he did, angry, yet...happy, a love that had burned so brightly a long time ago, but she didn’t know him. She didn’t know this man, this Doctor.. Then why did the word echo in her ears. “Please...I don’t have…” she trailed off again, hand going to her pocket in spite of herself. Why did she carry it at all. He’d actually not come empty-handed. He might not have been assigned to the Science Department, but he had been bored. And, made a device, anyway. Thought he’d bring it as a ...conversation piece, if he needed it. But, as her words trailed off, and her hands drifted to her pocket. He knew he’ been right. “We need to talk. It’s very important. Super important even. And, I made a thing. But, that’s less important. But, I brought it with me. But, we should do that later. First. Talking. Sitting. These are things that are absolutely vital.” And, almost by just sheer force of personality and a wall of words, he guided her back into her own flat. “What’s in your pocket, Fred?” “Why?” she said quickly, not really thinking as she pulled it from her pocket. “This is just...I don’t even remember where I got it. It’s just a...what thing did you make?” she asked, mind slipping off the watch as quickly as it had reached it. She did sit down though. She didn’t know why. He had literally talked her back inside. Which was annoying. She wasn’t scared of him. She was irritated. And scared of what he was telling her. “Tell me what you made?” “Unimportant,” he said sitting down next to her. Tossing the gadget to one side, as if it was nothing. Which it wasn’t. But, compared to this it was. It really really was. “The watch. Where did you get it? I had one just like it once. Just, think about the watch. It’s important.” And, it was so very important. If she’d gotten out as well. If it wasn’t just him and...no. He couldn’t think about that. He was gone now. Dead. He really was well and truly the last. But, was he? Was he truly alone. Oh, hope was dangerous. He knew that, it always had been. But, he couldn’t help but have it. And, oh it made him feel so very human to have that hope. She thought about it. She thought for a few minutes as words, images spun in her head. Her brain barely able to process. But he was… He was right. It was important. It was so very…. Glancing at the Doctor, Fred nodded just once as she opened the stupid old thing. Why was it important, this thing she had to focus her mind just to look at, to think about. She opened it fully as she was hit by a beautiful golden light. And worlds exploded in her mind. Hundreds of years of knowledge of power of...of pain. So much pain, inflicted and suffered. Skaro, Pandora, Gallifrey. Gallifrey… She glanced up at him once the golden light had dimmed, a familiarity in her eyes that had not been there before. Romana. That was who she was. Who she had hidden away. Romanadvoratrelunder. Lady Presi… “Thank you, you idiot.” she told him, slapping him sharply about the face. “I could have been anyone. I could have been The Rani, Pandora, anyone. Or did you know, was it the name, the dammed name. I thought maybe...oh…of course.” She sighed. “Tell me, where we are. I remember her, I remember, but what it means, because I don’t trust an agency that claims to deal with Time, you remember we had our own version of that, bloody meddlers.” “OW!” He said, head turning with the force of the slap around the face she gave him. “What was that for...oh.” A grin spread across his face, as he realise that he was right. It was Romana. His Romana. Well, sort of. “Well, “ He started, sounding the vowell out as he usually did. “Who else would call themselves Winifred Smith. SMITH.” He looked far too smug about that. She chose a name that reminded her of him. And, that was brilliant! “As for where, Sunnydale. It’s from a TV show. This Agency still have inter-dimensional travel. They’re not changing anything fixed that I can tell. Just reducing lives lost. But, I stayed to keep an eye on it. Figured a part of you might have decided that too?” Of course he was proud of himself. She would have been shocked if he had been anything else. And he was here, watching this agency. He believed they had benign intentions but Romana had always been much more suspicious of people’s motives. Especially people lilke this. “I suspect I did, she did...whichever.” she mused. “And yes yes you were very clever with the name. That said...let me look at you.” she said, glancing at him critically. “Tall, gangly even. Do you even need those glasses or do you just wear them to seem all brainy. And so much hair, look at it standing up. But I suppose you’ve had worse.” She supposed he’d be upset about her hair. Which amused her. He had sulked for as long as she had known him about his unfortunate ability to never regenerate ginger. “...Thank you though. For all of this. For freeing me, I...thought you of all people wouldn’t want to. After...everything.” “Hey!” He responded to her assessment of him. Almost as offended as he was when he met other incarnations of himself. “They make me look clever. They’re hip.” “Your welcome.” He nodded, understanding her confusion. After everything. “And, we-e-ell, we all did things we regret during the Time War.” “Speaking of. When are you from?” Most importantly, did she know he’d taken the Moment. That he’d ended it. And, how. He tried to forget, he did. And, most of the time he did. But, that he did remember. Killing them all. Dalek’s and Time Lords alike. Except, he’d missed some. Daleks. And, Time Lords. More than one, it seemed now. “Clever. I see” she said with a smirk. “Well I’m back so I suggest you start wearing them more” As to the rest, “Rassilon had returned. Deposed me, after the mess with...with the Master it was easy for him to do. I’d told you while I was President, to end it, that only you could. Rassilon was going to kill me to hide what he was doing. They convinced me to hide myself. To save myself. I argued but in the end they practically begged me. And so I did, I hid.” “I am sorry, I put that on you and I had no right at all. It was cruel. But you were the only one that could do it, the only one I trusted to...how did you?” As soon as she asked that question The Doctor’s face fell, and he ran a hand through his hair. Making it stick up even more that it did normally. He’d tried so hard to forget that version of himself. The details of exactly what he’d had to do. And, looking away, he said two words. “The Moment”. “Oh I...Oh” she said, not sure how else she could phrase something like that. “I know I asked you t…” This was not what she’d wanted to hear. But then she had asked him to do what it took. The Moment had been what it took obviously. But what a toll it would have taken on him. It was the cruelest act of the War Queen. “Were you scared you’d get...her...when you woke me up. I mean I’d obviously regenerated but all the same. You could have left me buried there. Winifred had a life she enjoyed I assure you. Why does my right to exist supersede hers? You’d probably have liked her more” “She was who you needed to be at the time. Just like the version of me that did that, was the version I needed to be. And, I’ve done my best to forget him, and everything he did back then.” He ran a hand through his hair again, making it stick up all over the place, even more than usual. “I know you. You wouldn’t be that unless you had to be.” “Besides,” he said, tilting his head to one side. “It’s just you and me now. The Last of the Time Lords. He was around for a while. But, he’s dead now. I didn’t want to be alone.” He looked her straight in the eyes, for the seriousness of the statement to stick in. Before jumping back to his feet. “Come on then, let’s have an adventure. Just like old times.” He grinned, with a slight bob of his head, and holding out his hand. He had come back had he? Typical. And died again. It seemed for good but then he was the Master. He might do it again. That said, she didn’t want to talk about any of that, not him. Not the War Queen or that version of the Doctor. None of it. It was the past and it should absolutely stay there. “It’s been a while. A long while since I have adventures with you. But I must admit I have missed it. Missed you. So...yes, alright.” she told him standing to take his hand with a wide smile. |