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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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For once she was unsure how to answer with any sort dignity in tact. so, instead, she settled with a sigh and rolled her eyes as she smiled again.

Thanking him with a nod of her head she moved along inside. Once within the comforting walls of the TARDIS Romana looked around again - the new desktop was still going to take some getting used. And even before he started with the directions she had already headed for the hallway.

"Did anything else change since the last I was here?" Again her curiosity struck. It was really a habit she needed to work on.

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"Wardrobe room actually has three levels now," he said. "And the library's up to...five, I think? I replaced the Zero Room, added in another pool...it's actually been quite a labor of love, really."

His tuxedo was a little too slim-fitting, he decided. Especially when it was wet and sticky with the drink. He'd really need to change. Couldn't he have picked something else? Maybe a glass of water? Water wasn't sticky and wouldn't ruin their clothes.

"Few new companion rooms over the years. The TARDIS has taken to personalizing them."

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The new interior was going to take some getting used to for her, but it's not as if she minded. There was never anything with making changes, she thought. "It certainly sounds like it."

She refrained from making a face as she walked, the sticky material becoming rather uncomfortable when she moved. The sooner she showered and changed the better. And this time she would wear slightly more comfortable shoes too. She wanted to take them off now but it would not have been very Lady President-like to hop along down on one foot while trying to remove the other. Not matter how much of a kick the doctor would have gotten out of it.

As they passed some of those said rooms she couldn't help but wonder how many. From the looks of things it must have been quite a few. She did not say anything on it though. It wasn't her busy to ask.

"It is good to see her again," Romana said suddenly. Despite the fact she developed a connection with her own TARDIS it was only the presidential one. The TARDIS here, now, brought back fond memories and left her feeling comforted.

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"Well, the TARDIS thinks the same about seeing you."

It was very true. He remembered how sad the TARDIS was when Romana left, reflecting his own melancholy over her leaving. Oh, she'd be superb (obviously!), but it was different. It was lonely. They were two rather sappy individuals, he and the TARDIS, it appeared.

They turned another corner and the door to the washing-up-room appeared before them. Unlike the rest of the coral-desktoped TARDIS, this door was brass. He turned the handle and opened the door to Romana.

The room was white ivory and brass, reflecting Earth's bathroom styles of the 18th century. A clawed-foot bathtub in the center of the room, an elaborate shower on the far end. Arrays of glass-bottled soaps and shampoos from a variety of hotels places sat on display on the brass shelves along the white-tiled walls.

"Figured while I was remodeling..."

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It was a relief to reach the wash-room. Soon enough she would be out of these sticky clothes and in fresh, clean ones.

"Well now, perhaps you do have an eye for remodeling," she teased with a grin. For a moment she inspected the room, picking up the little bottles to study the labels, examining the shower.

Once satisfied Romana turned to him and rested her hands on her hips. "I'll just be a few minutes then, nothing too long."

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What?

Oh! Right, he should leave!

A little awkwardly, he turned around and left the room, closing the door behind himself.

Okay! Well, that could've gone a lot worse.

And now Romana was in the room so she could clean up. Of course, she had no clothes to change into. Which could present itself as an amusing moment when she realized that.

Still. He couldn't...well, she didn't need to be embarrassed like that. He turned and headed for the wardrobe room to pick something up for her.

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The moment in question occurred a few moments after Romana had turned on the shower and stepped under the warm spray, the stained clothes discarded on the ground by the tub. Fingers combed through the soaking strands of blond.

It was very much refreshing for her, even if she did realize that she had nothing to change into after words.

Well, she would have to manage somehow. At least there were towels available for her to use in the meantime. The Doctor had mentioned that he had had some new companions. Perhaps she could borrow something of theirs that might have been left behind.

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The Doctor left a pair of jeans and a t-shirt outside of the bathroom door and headed to his own room to change. He had a sink in his bedroom, and he could properly shower later. Had to think of the limited time he had with Romana, after all.

Re-emerging in the brown suit, he hopped back over to the console room and got to work underneath the console. Everything needed repairing eventually.

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And true to her word seven minutes later Romana was stepping out of the shower, snatching the towel nearby.

Another two minutes would pass, including the discovery of clothing sitting on the floor outside of the door just as she poked her head out to call to him and a quick towel-drying of her hair. Only after slipping into the clean clothing and rubbing down her hair one final time did she leave both that and her old clothes in a neat pile.

It was odd for her to be walking around barefoot but she quickly became used to it. She even managed to find her way back to the console room with little trouble. Romana paused just long enough to knock lightly on the wall, just to let him know she was there before venturing in.

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He heard the knock at the console door and he grinned. She was quick, that was for certain. He gave a rusty coil another swipe with the laser scraper and pulled himself out from under the console.

"Well! There you are! Thought I'd never see you again. Ridiculously long time, Romana. No need to primp or anything."

Teasing? Naturally.

"So! Where to next? We could stop off to the cleaners in 2333, or Paris...?"

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Only rolling her eyes, a smile tugging at her lips, ""But you know I must always look my best!"

Romana then dropped down to kneel beside him, examining the spot he was just tinkering away with. Immediately she was reaching over to where she spotted some wiring that needed a bit of re-working.

"I hope you don't expect me to be running about Paris barefoot and dressed like this." Vain? Never!

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"Well, we could always go in the summer," the Doctor replied. "No, wait! I said Christmas! Have to get you proper boots for walking in the snow. Or ice-skating. I do love to ice skate. Been a while, haven't actually done it in this incarnation yet."

He practically hopped around the console as he flipped a few more switches, setting them on their way.

Was she working underneath the---oh, well. Might as well let her. He could just un-do whatever it was she did a little later.

"Right, so! Proper clothes for Romana and snowshoes."

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Just re-attach the red to the magenta... there! She reached up with her right hand, grabbing the side of the console to pulled herself up.

"Ice-skating?" Of course an old nickname from the days of the Academy came to mind at the thought of the winter weather. Shrugging it off she was watching him move around the controls. "That would be interesting."

She really did miss this.

"And what about yourself? You should look into getting something as well."

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"Well, I've got a coat. A rather nice coat, Janis Joplin gave me that coat. And my trainers aren't so bad on the snow. I'll have to get something to skate in, of course. I'm pretty sure I have something in the wardrobe room to skate with. Maybe Sorariar Skate Shoes. I wonder what size..."

He missed this, too.

He wouldn't say how much, of course. It wouldn't really be fair.

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Looking over the TARDIS controls, half-listening to his typical stream of babbling, her eyes watched the screen, the familiar Gallifreyan text seeming to dance. Everything moving so quickly if she blinked she would have missed something.

She fluffed her damp hair a bit. Around the center of the console she peered over at him, an eyebrow arching. "Again with the shoes..."

There was no helping the tease especially to get back for his earlier one.

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"I like my shoes," the Doctor replied. "Very practical. And stylish."

He stepped over to her and touched a lock of her wet hair. Freshly cleaned, it was almost as if she still lived here. Domestic.

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"Well, that's usually the one thing you normally get right when it comes to your taste in clothing."

Again the distance between them was closing and she didn't mind. There was a tiny smile playing at her lips when she asked, "Is there something in my hair?"

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He smirked. "Are you implying I've failed to get it right this time around?"

He curled the lock of hair loosely around his forefinger, eventually releasing it. He brushed a thumb against her jaw.

"Nope." As if that explained why he touched it in the first place.

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"Mmm, well, the trainers may be efficient in your typical daily routine of running everywhere but I'm still not sure about them going with the pin-stripe suit."

Her eyes closed for that moment. It was comforting, that simple gesture.

"Just amusing yourself then?"

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"It's a statement! Like red high heels with a blue dress," he grinned. He did like that outfit of hers, though it was something he expected from her when she was a mere 120-something. She was much more mature now.

His thumb traced down her jawline gently, eventually stopping just above her bottom lip.

"Something like that."

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Romana grinned back when she opened her eyes again. "That was centuries ago. And back then your attempt at a statement was a coat with patches in the elbows and a twelve foot long scarf. I suppose you've made some improvement."

Watching and wondering, as she always had, a hand reached up, her fingers resting over his hand.

"You're such an odd man, you know."

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"I've been told," the Doctor replied cheekily, smiling. He couldn't imagine what he must've looked like to her. Suddenly appearing, whisking her away, completely open---well, more open than normal---with his feelings towards her. And now, playing with her hair.

He leaned forward and pressed his forehead to hers.

"Something's going to happen," he said quietly before he could stop himself. "Something terrible's going to happen if you go back, Romana."

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A first, when he said this, the smallest of sighs passed from her lips. "It's always something and you know that. But the worse that could happen is that I would be impeached from my position and, I could even go as far as to say, exiled from Gallifrey, should those who wish to see me gone have their way."

No matter what she believed, good or misguided, the Council would always second guess and question her decisions. But still she had her own sort of faith - that she was doing the right thing for Gallifrey. Smiling, she looked up at him still. "It will be all right, Doctor.

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He couldn't help the quietly incredulous laugh that came from his lips. The worst that could happen. She had no idea what the worst that could happen was, and he did. He knew.

He sighed and cupped the side of her face. His Romana. Her own Romana. Whoever she was, he didn't think he could handle losing her again. Not after...not if he could prevent it.

"I like to think so," he said. "That everything will be all right." It was more of an automatic response than anything. It didn't even feel real.

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"Yes, well... things usual do. At least that what I had come to see when I used to travel with you." And here she had no idea. She could not have possibly fathomed what was going on in his mind or what would be. All she knew was that this was a little get-away from the coming and goings of her position.

Cupping his cheek with her other hand her eyes closed again, her tone just barely above a whisper when she spoke.

"Doctor..."