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Mercury. Not exactly the most entertaining of planets, but certainly one of the most peaceful. With the atmospheric generator setting up a heat and pressure field around where he sat outside the TARDIS, it was actually quite nice.

He had two white wicker chairs and a table set up outside the TARDIS, with a pot of tea and two cups and saucers out.

After all, he had a date arriving.

Well, not really a date.

Just Romana.

Still! No reason not to put a little effort out!

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Said not-really-date was just finishing with the last adjustments before her own TARDIS began it's re-materialization. With a little huff, blowing a stray blond stand from her face, Romana reached over and flipped up the final switch the moment she knew she was at the desired location. A smile hinted at her lips , satisfied.

Shrugging her arms into a light knee-length jacket she plucked from the console Romana was moving around the controls for the door. Whether it was luck or not, she had parked close enough so that as pulled open the doors the warm air from the atmospheric generator brushed against her cheek.

Immediately her gaze looked up to the sky. An image near identical to the invitation she had received from The Doctor.

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A smile split the Doctor's face in two. Romana. Oh, what a lovely thing the timey-wimey vortex could be. Allowing him to see someone who would be dead and gone in a few decades her time or a few decades his past.

Still. No reason to be upset. Or think about it. Or feel guilty. Certainly no reason to think about telling her not to go back to Gallifrey and really what would it hurt---

"Well, there you are." He hopped out of his seat and took a few steps towards her. "Looking beautiful as always." A pause. "You know, probably."

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Tearing her gaze from the skyline to see him approach, her arms fell into familiar place on her hips and a wry smile at her lips. faces change but he was the same man she knew from the very beginning when she graduated from the Academy.

"And here you are with a new body." The old habit of a tease was difficult to drop. "Last I saw of you, you were dressed in green velvet with a fondness for shoes."

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"Well, I was a bit too pretty back then, don't you think?" he asked, grinning rather madly at her. "Two regenerations later and I think I've fit myself right."

He lost that pretty incarnation in the Time War. A lot was...but no, no, no, he wouldn't let himself fall into that sort of guilt. Not when he finally got to see her again.

"And I still have a fondness for shoes!" He lifted up his red trainers, a bit dusty in the Mercury soil. He hopped towards her. "Converses!"

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"I must say it's rather odd not to see you in curls. Though your sense in clothing does improve." President of Gallifrey and all of her dominions and here she makes small talk over fashion and shoes. It was true that some things never did change in a person.

Her own shoes were a tad more practical than the heels she used to wear in her first incarnation. They were heeled boots, but still boots and more effective for running.

The warm air encouraged her to remove the jacket she only moments early pulled on and drape it over her arm. Breathing in the air she could not help but smile even more at the peace. Looking up at him again she asked, "How have you been, Doctor? Much must have happened if its been two regenerations since we last parted ways."

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More than you know.

"Well, you know. Saving the universe. Bounding around in the TARDIS, same old life. Even got a new desktop theme for the TARDIS. Coral. I like it. The other me, fifth me, he doesn't. I think he's being picky. Fortunately one mellows with age."

But where were his manners? He took a few steps back and offered her a chair.

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"Oh, coral? I had been meaning to change the one my own, but then again the Council never does approve of my tinkering with the presidential TARDIS."

There was no helping the delicate arch of her left brow even as she accepted the offered seat. With the jacket over the back of the chair, she eased herself into the seat.

"Your fifth? My goodness, I can only imagine how much strain it must have been on the time lines to maintain such a mind boggling collision." Relaxing in the chair, crossing one leg over the other and helps clasped over her lap, "Not to mention there had to have been a bit of a headache conversing with yourself." Even with her expression a tad serious and skeptical there was no mistaking the humor in her eyes.

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"Oi, now, I find conversing with myself to be a fine time. Brilliant conversation with a brilliant individual!" He poured her a cup of tea. "And, really, it wasn't that bad. Just finishing up some repairs on the TARDIS, forgot to put my shields back up. Rather embarrassing, actually."

He took a sip of his tea and looked over to her TARDIS. He could feel his TARDIS in his mind, reveling in the sight of another of its species. It, like himself, felt lonely. Often.

"And, really, you should think about tinkering with it anyway. Council...well, they won't have to know if you do a few changes, will they?"

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"One of the simplest fundamentals in flying a TARDIS and you forgot?" Tea in hand she had to refrain from the laugh that wanted to be heard in order to sip her own drink. "Does that piloting manual lie around all day ever since I made the perfect landing using it?"

A TARDIS that only the president had permission to operate, over years Romana had felt a deep connection with it. The one place she could call her sanctuary during the troubling times back home whenever the arguments and corruption were too much for her to handle.

"These days they seem to be monitoring my every move - countless number of times my judgment has been questioned, threats of impeachment tossed carelessly around." With a heavy sigh there was a clink of the cup resting upon the saucer. "It's any wonder I haven't lost my mind yet."

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He certainly was not kidding when he had said it was a new desktop. Still admiring the new design, she was walking into the console room once more, her heels clicking against the floor.

Just for the occasion Romana had changed her clothes in another room of the TARDIS. She found herself favoring a white dress of a simple design with no straps and the bottom of chiffon ruffles that stopped just past her knees. And with heels similar to those she wore in her first incarnation she would be bound to turn heads.

"Doctor, are we there yet?"

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The Doctor reappeared, fussing with his bowtie. He didn't like having to wear the tuxedo, too many problems arose when he wore it. Still, formal occasion, and he wasn't about to be out-done with Romana dressing up.

He didn't stay too long fussing with his hair. Really!

"Very nearly," he said, striding back into the console room. Romana looked...well, she looked amazing. How did he express that she looked amazing?

"Hm!" he hopped under the console to check a few wirings.

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Standing around the opposite side of the console she watched him for a moment. even in the shoes she was still on the short side - her hands pressing against the console she peered over a monitor to try and see what he was doing.

"Do you need any help over there?"

There wasn't any point in asking him what he thought - by now she had learned that asking him his opinion on attires was much like asking the inhabitants of Chloris what they thought of the agriculture of their planet: don't care and prefer to ignore it.

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"Nope!" He popped his head back up and flipped a few switches on the console, "Just checking the pareterasora stabilizer. Looks like it's a bit rusty. This could be rough. Hang on!"

As if on cue, the TARDIS shook and landed with a thud at their destination. The Doctor gripped onto the sides of the console to avoid falling over. That was the last thing he needed to do in front of Romana!

"Right! We're here!"

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Had she not grabbed a hold of the side as well she suddenly would have found herself slipping under the console. By luck she caught herself in time - and how unflattering it would have been at that.

"Well, wherever here is I do hope you were able to park in a proper location." Knowing him he could have very well landed right smack dab in the middle of a conference hall or even a child's birthday party for all she knew.

Brushing the front of her dress, smoothing out the slight wrinkles, Romana was already striding over the door to see just where they were exactly.

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The Doctor was absorbed in checking coordinates. Right time zone,
yes, yes, right area. Yes, right location? Yes. Terrible parking?
No, he didn't do too badly, just off of the dance floor---

Wait! Romana was leaving! He jogged towards the door in order to
catch up with her.

Outside the door was a black-floored dance hall illuminated by white
lights cut into diamonds on the floor. There was a bar on the far
end of the dance hall, and an orchestra populated mostly of Draconian
harpists. The walls and ceiling appeared to be nonexistant, as the
dance hall was actually a space station sitting just outside of the Rexerian Sector and protected by a force field.

There were a variety of creatures perusing the location of many
cultures and many races.

"Here we are," he said, offering her his hand.

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In all of her years she never thought she would be as amazed as she was now. breath-taking, eloquent - it was so different from home on Gallifrey. The smile on her lips grew when she stepped out from the TARDIS.

Some of the other races she recognized off-hand. But the atmosphere was enough to distract her entirely and leave her to be so calm and soothed. She was away from the responsibilities as president and enjoying every moment of it.

"A surprise indeed!" She spoke gently, taking his hand.

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"Well, it was either that or dance lessons in the 1950's," the Doctor replied with a sassy smirk. "I trust your ability to remember how, at least."

He curled his fingers around her hand and led her towards the dance floor. His black trainers made no sound against the shiny surface, but he felt as though he had to step lightly in any case. Couldn't take this situation for granted, she might bolt. Might run back to Gallifrey too soon.

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The Doctor stared up at the wood ceiling. It was higher than the last time he stared at it, the TARDIS was redecorating itself. Why, oh, why, did it have to start with his room each time? Just when he thought he was getting used to something...

One arm wrapped around Romana's shoulders as they lay together. Another thing that was changing. Had changed. Changed. It was different, now. Though he didn't think it was changed in a bad way, not remotely, it was just...well, it was different. Very different.

And he loved her. He knew it, even if he was probably unable to say it. He pressed a kiss to the crown of her head.

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The feeling of his lips was enough to stir her from the short little nap she had lapsed into. There was a small sound to be heard as her eyes fluttered open, shifting some so that she was lying on her side.

It was nice, waking to another presence instead of being alone in the bed. It was something, she thought, she could get used to if her hectic life could ever really allow it.

A warm smile graced her lips, murmuring a soft greeting to the Doctor before pressing a quick kiss of her own to his cheek.

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"You don't have to get up just yet," he said. "It's still early."

A pause.

"You know, somewhere."

She was so comforting as she slept. A warm presence that made him feel...well, he didn't feel alone. And he'd had lovers in the past that couldn't make him feel this way. It had to just be Romana. Difficult woman that she was, she fit with him. She made him feel...like he belonged somewhere.

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Propping herself up by her elbow, fingers curling into a loose grip against the side of her head, Romana just smiled at him still, albeit a little sleepy on her part.

"And it's always late somewhere else," came the instant reply. She really could not help the need to get in the last word some times.

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"Yes, but it's not really all that late in another place," he countered. His smirk widened.

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"And yet in that other place that is not too far off, it has jumped from being late to have completely forgotten what the time really was to begin with," she pointed out with a grin.

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"Very true. Which means you're so late by now, Romana, there's no real point in going just yet."

He leaned up and pressed a kiss to the side of her mouth.

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All she could do was roll her eyes in response before stealing a quick kiss to settle their little banter.

"One thing always leads to another with you, doesn't it?"