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01 November 2006 @ 07:42 pm
Five Times The Doctor Falls In Love With Romanadvoratrelundar  
Title: Five Times The Doctor Falls In Love With Romanadvoratrelundar
Genre: OMG TEH ANGST (well the beginning is fluff, but it ends in angst, muwhahaha)
Rating: K+/PG (I guess for implied genocide)
Word Count: 1,394
Carachters/Pairings: The Doctor (4 and 8)/Romanadvoratrelundar(1,2,+3)
Summary: Five vignettes about my favourite pairing. The last two are angst filled.
A/N: This was betad by someone who that isn't familiar with Doctor Who and I have never read or heard Romana III. I have heard that visually she was based off of Louise Brooks so I based my description off of her. This is my first time posting any Romana (except mentioned in passing) and the first time I have written 4 or 8. So suggestions are welcome. And probably needed. So onto the oppression.

Five Times The Doctor Falls In Love With Romanadvoratrelundar

He feels relief first, just a little bit. For as much as she could take care of her self, and no matter how many times he said that to himself or to others he always worried, just a little bit. She’s sitting there with the woman who looks so much, well, exactly like her, and she is weaving. It’s later when they are walking to the TARDIS that it happens though. She is talking about how she is beginning to understand his enjoyment of fishing, and his entire obsession with less developed ways of entertainment. He falls behind as she starts to expound on the psychological reasoning for such a thing. He’s starting to reason about why he was so relieved earlier. She turns around to face him and calls his name. It’s when she turns around to face him, and he sees the concern in her eyes, the slight cock of her head, and her lips pursed in question that he falls in love with her, just a little bit.

They’re hiding in a closet that is much too small. He is almost doubled over and even Romana has to crouch down a little (which is something for her short second form). And even though he could think of an infinite amount of more comfortable positions he still finds the situation amusing. After all it isn’t really his fault, he just gave a glass of water to Romana, and they weren’t married. He doesn’t know which he finds more amusing the outrageous social constructs humans can come up with or the idea of a marriage between Romana and himself. His eyes have adjusted to the light a little and he looks up to see the vague outline of Romana. She is berating him in quick hushed tones. The Doctor finally interrupts her and asks her what she imagines a marriage between them would be. She’s silent for a moment before he sees her teeth glistening in the dark. Then her body begins shaking slightly, and she picks up his scarf to bury her face in it and in the small space he can feel her body shaking with barely contained laughter. He laughs with her, both of them hiding in a too small space, death if they're caught, and they’re shaking with laughter. After a while though she isn’t stopping and he’s beginning to feel offended, after all he wouldn’t be the worst husband. He’s beginning to forget why he found it so funny in the first place and is beginning to think it’s the most sensible idea he’s had in ages. After all they do travel about together and get on quite well, and it would make sure that they didn’t have any more of these little mishaps. And it’s as he’s in a position that vaguely resembles holding her, and she’s laughing at the idea of being with him and he’s offended that he falls in love with her.

She’s breathless and laughing, and he can’t help but think that she is beautiful even though the regeneration is more than a century old. Of course to an outsider she doesn’t look like she’s aged a day, but a Time Lord can always tell the slight signs. She’s telling him she hasn’t had this much fun in ages and he makes a quip about that’s what she gets for being the Lady President, and she tells him if he isn’t careful she’ll have him locked up, sure the CIA coordinator would love to have him in his grasp. He leans against the wall next to her. They had ran through half the city and even their superior respiratory and cardiovascular systems needed a break. Romana laughs again this time it’s louder, and bolder. She doubles over from the laughter and he asks what so funny. She just points to him. He repeats his question and all he gets is a poke on his clavicle, his bare clavicle. His tie is gone. He got that on earth, when he met Grace. He liked Grace, reminded him of Romana a little. He even visited Grace sometimes after Romana got mad at him and sent him from Gallifrey (he hated it when she did that). He is upset and doesn’t find anything remotely funny in this situation. So he repeats his question again. Romana simply tells him that it’s the first time she has seen any of his skin in this new regeneration that wasn’t his hands, face, upper neck, or once, accidentally, his feet. Thoughts of his tie quickly flee from his mind as he thinks that that is ridiculous, and he tells her this. She asks impishly (and it crosses his mind that “impishly” is not a presidential adverb), what he is going to do about it. He grins down at her still much shorter second regeneration. And he falls in love with the impish, Lady President, who is much too much like him to keep Gallifrey boring.

Gallifrey isn’t boring. It's devastating. The window behind her shows a city in the midst of warfare. Buildings have collapsed and he is looking out at that. Out at that destruction and he refuses to look at the woman who caused it. She orders him to look at her. Reluctantly he turns to look at her. He tells her no, again. She explains, again. He doesn’t respond this time, and they sit in silence for a few microspans before she says that she needs him to do this. She has not said this yet, and it’s the closest thing to a request he has seen in this regeneration (this regeneration which he considers to be a betrayal of herself). He looks up and into the dark eyes of this new body. Under a layer of coldness and pure strength he can see the old Romana swimming to the surface, he can see the haughty brunette and the justified blonde. The scary thing is though that he can see both of those Romanas, his Romanas fit inside this slim, attractive, harsh looking woman. He says yes. He doesn’t realize he has said it at first. It isn’t his fault that he could never really say no to her. It isn’t his fault that the first time he accepts her for her. It isn’t his fault that when she smiles and breathes a sigh of relief, that as she looks at him with gratitude in her eyes that he falls in love with her.

He is in orbit around the planet, and he watches it on the monitor until the transmission is interrupted. He knows it’s her before he sees her face. She addresses him briefly. He can see the remaining counselors in a semi-circle behind her. She dismisses them after they each give him a quick pep talk and a mention of thanks. Her head is turned to the side and he can only guess that she is watching them file out of the presidential chambers. She informs him that they are going to the counsel room. All of the members of the high Council were to be there. She isn’t going to be though. He asks her why, and it isn’t out of curiosity it’s out of a wish to delay and she knows it, she answers anyway. She says she isn’t quite sure why, but the council wants her to be isolated when it happens. Something about protecting her to the very end, or some such silly traditional belief. They are silent until the TARDIS sensors pick up the Dalek fleet and Romana gives him the order. She looks up at him through the monitor. She tells him that if he survives not to grieve them, that they don’t deserve it. In the they he can sense the intended she. She ends the transmission before he can reply. It’s the last time he will see her face and he knows it. He closes his eyes as he presses the button (one button is all it takes) that destroys his people. He stays in orbit of the planet imagining the ways she is dying, fire burning her face, pieces of ancient architecture crushing her, or maybe she took a staser with her and plans on ending it painlessly. He slumps to the floor and he falls in love with her until there is no planet left to orbit.

I will send you a jelly baby or a pair of chucks when you reply just tell me which.
Mood: excitedexcited
Music: Tom's Diner-Suzanne Vega
like a bogan gandalf: romana and the doctorbelle_bing on November 2nd, 2006 12:28 pm (UTC)
That ending broke my heart. That was incredible. I felt very sorry for the Doctor when Romana laughed about being married (although he would make a terrible husband.) and I felt very sorry for Romana, dying on Gallifrey because the Doctor destroyed it.

Just one teensy nitpick, because I'm an english teacher, so it's what I do... death if their caught, should probably be if they're caught.

Other than that, it was fantastic.
is that BABOU?!: DW04 Ribos Op 4/R1oltha_heri on November 2nd, 2006 01:09 pm (UTC)
Thank you for the nitpick because that is just embarrassingly stupid.
like a bogan gandalf: 6belle_bing on November 2nd, 2006 01:14 pm (UTC)
Hee, that's okay! I think you're allowed something like 100 of them in life.

Then we have to kill you for it.
ghost2: Four and scarfghost2 on November 2nd, 2006 08:18 pm (UTC)
I get a jelly baby just for replying? ;) Very generous of you.

I like the structure of this whole piece and how it builds up the ending of the fifth part. Very angsty, yes, but it needed to be.
is that BABOU?!: DW04 Romana Ioltha_heri on November 2nd, 2006 11:28 pm (UTC)
You do get a jelly baby.
jamie_who on November 3rd, 2006 07:56 pm (UTC)
OMG i cried, the story and in the ending made me cry. It's a beautiful fic, i really did enjoy it. :)
(Anonymous) on November 17th, 2006 05:55 am (UTC)
This is crushingly lovely the way it builds to the terrible, terrible end and how it's because he loves her that she could get him to do this, and her face is the last thing he sees.

I liked the Grace-Romana connection. Can I have a jellybaby?
LJ: up-down consolebluekiwibubble on November 19th, 2006 06:07 pm (UTC)
Aww. Loved the last two, v. sad =( =) And I really liked the last sentence of each one, linking them all together. *mem.s* =D
Gwynevere1gwynevere1 on March 24th, 2008 06:55 pm (UTC)
Hi. I read this a while ago but couldn't think of anything to say. However, the image of the Doctor and Romana hiding in a closet together had stuck in my brain, so I wanted to find this again and drop a line.