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After this.

The things he promised himself he'd never do.

1) Never fall in love with a companion
2) Never bend the laws of time so far they break
3) Go back to Gallifrey

Well, he was having a rather productive Saturday, wasn't he?

He watched Romana sleep for a long while and eventually left the bed to make them some tea. It wouldn't be so bad, once she got over the shock and the breaking of the timeline and the destruction of her home world...

He sighed as he put the kettle on. He should never have gone back. Never have pulled her from what she knew. But then again, if he did she'd be dead. And he couldn't lose her, not after everything.

He grabbed some toast and the tea and headed back towards his bedroom. She'd wake up soon (one could only hope) and at least she'd have some breakfast ready.

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"That's good. Wouldn't want you to be cranky or anything," she replied, unable to help the tiny grin that was seen.

If there were ever to be a more a wrong idea, the notion of her being cared for like this was not something she was completely comfortable with. The last time she had had been, and for lack there of a better term, babied was after her twenty-year-imprisonment. But then again the strangest anomalies and ideas did shape the universe.

The cup warm in her hands, the plate balancing carefully on her lap once she had shifted yet again, there was a pause as Romana drank deeply. A sweet berry, but with that slight tangy after taste - one of her favorites.

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The Doctor moved to sit next to her, resting is own cup on his knee. But what to talk about? There was so much, he had no idea where to start. He wanted to be gentle in conversation, but what if she was insulted? Oh, but Romana was so difficult to understand at times.

"Should land off in Cardiff soon," he said. "TARDIS is going to need to refuel after the jump."

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It was only logical, the strain the time shift had had on the TARDIS. She thought back on her own TARDIS for a fleeting moment. Different from the Doctor's TARDIS but still just as comforting. It wasn't difficult in the slightest for her to connect with the presidential one.

"I had never been there before," she said off hand when the cup was lowered from her lips. "Though I remember reading a bit about it whenever I was looking to keep myself up to date with what goes on in the universe, and the likes."

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"Not my favorite part of Earth, but I've got friends there," the Doctor replied, wobbling his feet back and forth on the covers. He itched to get up and move around, but he could wait a little longer. And sitting next to Romana was a wonderful experience in and of itself.

"There's a rift in time and space there," he said. "All that extra energy's a bit like petrol to a Type 40."

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"It seems as if you have friends everywhere and every-when," she teased. It would be nice, though, to go somewhere. The last time she had set foot on that planet seemed so long ago - a new change to something old was a pleasant thought.

Plucking at a loose thread of the robe she had fallen asleep in, "I don't suppose I could trouble you for another look around that wardrobe? I would rather not run about in a bathrobe." She then shifted from under the covers and stretched her left leg out, examining. The wound on her knee was healing properly. It would scar but that was the least of her concerns.

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The Doctor raised an eyebrow at her leg, then returned his attention to his tea, immediately. Well, it was a very nice leg, he couldn't help but pay at least a little attention to it.

"Mi casa es su casa," he replied. "Quite literally, now. As long as you'd like to stay you can. And free reign over the wardrobe room."

He ran a hand through his hair. "And Cardiff. Should take you around, introduce you to the enemy. Torchwood, that is."

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Just at the thought of having reign over the room the first thing that came to mind was looking into getting some sort of a shoe rack or trunk that was TARDIS-travel-tolerable. Even if he did object to it. Then he he would object to a lot of what she would do and it didn't phase her.

Seeming satisfied with the progress of the wound healing Romana eased herself out of the bed, but only after draining the last bit of tea from her cup and setting it down carefully on the blanket. A little wobbly at first she was careful not to show it.

"Torchwood?" she repeated. "Really now, could they not think up something a bit more clever?"

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"Name of the estate where it was founded by Queen Victoria. I still say they should've just called it 'Let's Get the Doctor', but apparently they had to be posh or something."

He mimicked her action, putting his teacup on the bed and leaning back.

"It's because of them they had billions of Cybermen and---" Retract. Rewrite. "Cybermen all over their planet a few years ago."

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"Still, Torchwood? I've heard far more intimidating names from the Monans."

Only after she was absolutely certain that would not fall forward when she walked did she make her way to the door. Her wound may have been healing but it didn't stop her legs from feeling a little on the weak side still.

Over her shoulder she added with a smile, "I'll be back in a few moments."

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"Like the group that called themselves the Greeeeeeeeeeracs? They were completely intimidating!"

He stood when she did, ready to assist her should she need it. But no, being Romana she had to do it on her own.

He nodded to her departure and waited for her return. It was something he wasn't very good at, waiting. But he would.

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It was not difficult for her to find the wardrobe room once more. With help from the wall for a bit of support she was able to reach the doors with little trouble.

And Romana was certainly good on her word. Roughly ten minutes had passed before the doors to his room opened enough for her to slip inside. Instead of the robe she had been dressed in earlier, she was now wearing a black twill jacket and honey-brown pants.

Both items seemed a little bit big on her but they were comfortable and suited her tastes.

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He smiled widely at her arrival. She really wasn't thirty seconds away from him chasing after her to make sure she was all right. He certainly wasn't terrified of losing her and he wasn't going to be an idiot about it.

Well...okay, maybe she was and he was and he might've been.

"Feeling better?"

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"Very much so," she replied. The clothing she found were acceptable but still she missed her old outfits. Not that she was one to make any mention on something so petty. As she checked over the jacket briefly she added, "A bit long on the sleeves but it should be all right."

All right, so perhaps some things could not be helped.

Romana sat herself back down on the edge of the bed and rested her hands on her legs, looking to him. "So, this Torchwood - are they really something to be concerned about? Or is this more of a case of a name being larger than the actual potential risk in it of the enemy itself?"

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"Well, we can always stop off in 3322, excellent year for tailoring." And it was, though he couldn't rightly remember why. Something about a civil war?

"They opened a rift in time and space? Harnessed alien technology to destroy a retreating ship of Sycorax. A companion---well, former companion---of mine works there, now. Says he's redeemed it. I don't know."

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"No, no, it will be fine, really. Longer sleeves means being able to hide things with more ease." There was a short pause before she added with a finger point. "It's times like these that make me wish I had not lost my sonic screwdriver - never did have the time to make a new one, you know."

Her fingers fiddled with the locket she still kept around her neck. Such a simple trinket. But she did like it. Her expression turned thoughtful, then, at his words. With a hand flat against the bed she leaned to the side, saying, "They sound as if they had given you a run for your money, or however that saying went."

Still, in intrigued her more than anything. "I would very much like to meet this former companion of yours. For one to run an operation such as that must at least be interetsing to talk to."

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"They did no such thing," the Doctor replied, sniffing a bit. "They just throw a wrench in whatever I'm working on!!"

Seeing Jack would be nice, he supposed, if impossibly weird to have him meet Romana. Well, either they'd be incredibly amusing together or the Doctor would wind up insanely jealous.

One or the other.

"Yeah, I think we can swing by Cardiff.

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"Oh, is that what you're calling it now?" she teased, the corner of her mouth turned up to a half a grin.

She drew her legs onto the bed to sit cross-legged, leaning back on both of her hands now. "Still can't admit to anyone ever getting the better of you every now and again?"

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"No one gets the better of me," the Doctor replied tartly. "I'm far too clever."

That said, he leaned back on the bed, looking up at her in an odd upside-down angle.

"You know, though, the entire organization could be founded on a lot more than violence. That's the main issue I have, all those guns."

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"Of course you are." Oh, she could have stumped him with something far more clever on her part, but it was just more fun this way.

"With younger races, they find means to make themselves feel safe and will latch onto whatever those means may be," Romana sighed. When she looked up to the ceiling she faintly recalled the incident on Gryben with the Monans and Free Time. "...Any race, really. Violence has always been the driving force for so many just to ensure their safety or their power."

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"They're better than that," he said, shaking his head. "Especially humans. They have so much potential, but they waste it on guns and explosives. Better ways to hurt each other."

He moved a little closer to her and leaned his forehead against her thigh. He liked the contact, remembering that Romana was here.

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"They are humans, though. Find the easiest path to take or the simplest method to achieve their goal," her hand absently reaching down to brush some of his hair back.

"It starts when their young, for all races. I remember in the Academy, their were fights every day. They'd keep to their own races and beat up the others." Romana could distinctly recall the lengthy reports she would receive from Narvin about them. "There had been deaths even, all because of their fears and blinded beliefs."

"I had hoped that opening it to humans, Monans, Nekkistani, just to anyone who wanted to learn would help to bring the races together." A half-hearted sound of contempt was made, leaning back against the headboard and her eyes closing. "Darkel certainly had taken pleasure in my hopes being shattered. She had used the incidents in the Academy to further her agenda."

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"What did you do to stop her?"

In the end, whatever she did it got Darkel nowhere, he wanted to say. After all, the two of them were all that was left of the world. He kept it to himself, however, and closed his eyes, savoring her touch.

"People turn on one another in times of trouble or just because they can. It's the more cruel side of the universe."

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"Unfortunately before anything could be done, it was then that Pandora came to power." And at a greater cost. Braxiatel had sent himself into self-exile because of her and Andred was killed when Pandora possessed Romana.

"Everything went downhill from there," she said a suddenly very sad smile. "Of course I tried what I could, but it was difficult enough as it was to regain my position as President after the destruction of the Matrix. Only reason I did really was because I knew more from traveling with you and through E-Space."

Twirling a few strands of his hair around her finger she opened her eyes to look at him. "Everything seemed to go wrong all at once back home."

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"I never heard," the Doctor said, his eyebrows knitting together. He opened his eyes and looked up at her. How much trouble he just ignored in favor of traveling.

"I'm sorry."

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Again she smiled just a little at him.

"You know how the Council is. If word got out that Gallifrey, the central point for time travel and just about everything else their swelling ego-wrapped minds believed to be, then they would have felt like the laughing stock of the Universe." There was a momentary pause when Romana shifted just enough to lean forward, a barely noticeable kiss pressed to his forehead. These simple yet intimate gestures were something she was becoming accustomed to both receiving and showing.

"Besides, Narvin would have ranted on to say it was clearly on a need-to-know basis. And renegades were not quite at the top of his list of Time Lords that needed to know." But now she couldn't help but miss the man who would constantly question her judgment, on of the few that could truly keep her on her toes within the higher ranking Time Lords. "He preferred to be sure that the CIA could handle anything and everything."