ADVENTURES OF A TIME LADY

A/N Beta read by the ones who waited.

This is going to be Doctor/Romana despite the way Brax is with Romana it will eventually be Doctor/Romana.

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Romana was busy packing the few things she needed for her trip to the summit on Etra Prime, her first ever summit.

She was a bit taken back that the high council wanted her, the President of Gallifrey and not someone, so experienced like Braxiatel.

"Braxiatel," she said out loud to herself, as she remembered the kindness he had shown her since coming home and to be honest nobody else had really gone out of their way to make her feel welcome.

All of this made her wonder why, and what he wanted in return, or maybe he was just being a friend to her.

"Madam President," said the voice behind her. She spun round a little startled, not only had he being right there, but he got into her office without her hearing him.

"Cardinal Braxiatel," she replied meekly.

"You don't need to be nervous about today," he said taking her hand in his. "I have the utmost faith in your abilities, as should you. I could come with you if you feel you need my support"

Romana shook her head. "I will be fine."

"That you will be," Braxiatel replied and departed from the room.


For two weeks she had been President. This was going to be the very first official summit on Etra Prime. It had all happened so quickly: she felt the planet spin and twist beneath her feet faster and faster, she heard the panicked screams of the other delegates. All Romana knew was that, somehow, the planet had been taken out of time completely. The private link she had with Gallifrey, with Braxiatel, was gone.

The first thing she saw were the Daleks.

The fear crawled inside her head, burrowing itself into her subconscious, causing her to freeze. She pressed herself against the wall and started to tremble. The mere thought of been around a Dalek was enough to break her.

"You are our prisoners! Stay where you are. You are our prisoners! Stay where you are. You are our prisoners! Stay where you are." screeched the Daleks in unity.

Romana pressed herself against the wall, remembering meeting the Daleks before. She squeezed her eyes shut. This couldn't be happening to her, not again. She tried to block out their screams, their orders. She thought of the Doctor, that last time they were together, she thought of Braxiatel, his kindness which she might never experience again. But she did not know how true that statement would be.

When she opened her eyes it was standing there, its chilling eye staring into her. She was convinced it had no soul.

"You will identify," it screeched. Romana stayed still, not daring to move, but it continued to screech at her.

"You will identify immediately," it demanded, as the others honed in on her.

"All right!" She screamed. "I am Romanadvoratrelundar, President of Gallifrey."

"You are President of the Time Lords. You will come with us."

"Why?"

"Daleks do not answer questions, you will obey all Dalek instructions or you will be exterminated. Exterminate. Exterminate. Exterminate." They began to screech in unity.

"All right!" She screamed and walked down the dark, piercing corridor. Chills ran down her spine. What were they going to do to her? She was filled with fear. The Dalek's behind her were prodding and poking her with every step, as if they thought she would be magically transported somewhere else.

Finally, she reached a dark dungeon and was pushed inside. She sat on the floor and thought of home. Would she ever get back there? The dungeon was completely dark, no sunlight, no light, no nothing. She was a prisoner of the Daleks.

But all she had to do was sit tight, right? Her people would find her. Braxiatel would make sure of it and so would the Doctor.


The darkness of the dungeon covered her like a thick blanket, almost suffocating her. The markings of violence were etched into the cold stone floor, she could sense it. People had died in here at the Daleks hands. If someone did not find her soon she too would be joining them.

She felt cold, lonely, and full of fear. She huddled in the corner, her eyes peering for something not there, jumping at every creak and whisper, wishing Braxiatel or the Doctor, the two people she trusted the most in the whole universe, were there to scare her monsters away. But she was on her own.

Exhausted, Romana laid down in the small windowless dungeon on the cold stone floor. Before long, her eyelids shut and she was asleep, but it was far from peaceful.

She woke, restless, not knowing how long she had being sleeping, or how long since the Daleks put her in here. It could be days, even weeks for all she knew. She pulled herself up and leaned against the stone wall, clutching the communicator that Braxiatel had given her and remembered that last time on Gallifrey.


"Well, Madame President," said Braxiatel. "Are you ready for your first summit away from Gallifrey? You know I could always come with you," he said, straightening her robe as he tucked a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear.

"I will be fine, besides there are 300 other Time Lords there."

"All who could be considered Time Tots next to you."

"Don't worry! What's the worse that could happen?"

"You are right." he said. "You will handle it brilliantly, but just in case you need me," he handed her the communicator.

"Thank you, Braxiatel."


Many hours later, when Romana was supposed be back,Braxiatel walked into the Presidential office. It was late. They were a few Time Lords standing in her office with worried expressions on their faces.

"Where's the President?" Barked Braxiatel.

"We don't know, the planet Etra Prime has gone."

"What do you mean gone? It can't just go, it has to go somewhere."

"That's just it! Etra prime has been taken out of time completely with no trace. We don't even know where to begin searching," said one Time Lord.

Braxiatel felt a surge of fear for his President. She was so very young. He should have been at her side, he should never allowed her to go alone without any protection.

He took a deep breath as his eyes danced with madness, his pupils widening into great pools of rage, making even the younger Time Lords fear him. All those stories they had heard of Braxiatel being fearful, terrifying, they realized that they were not stories. They saw, as well, that Braxiatel had some deep, unrequited feeling for their President.

Gallifrey, itself, was not faring much better. News had reached all the provinces of Gallifrey now, that their President had been kidnapped. The Time Lords had been running round like headless chickens and an emergency High Council meeting had been called.

"Call a High Council meeting at once," Braxiatel had demanded.

"Lord Braxiatel," stuttered a younger Time Lord. "It is in the middle of the night! Gallifrey sleeps."

"Gallifrey will sleep when I say so and not a moment sooner. Do I make myself clear?" he hissed, as the anger danced in his eyes. He was like a mad man possessed.


Days passed and turned into weeks, then months, and nobody had come to rescue her as the Daleks dehumanized her. She no longer had a name, but a number: unit 117. But she was not beaten, she would escape, whatever it took.

They came for her in the night, or at least she felt it was night. It was always so dark.

"Unit 117," it screeched.

"My Name is Romanadvoratrelundar."

"Unit 117."

"I will not be unit 117! I am Romanadvoratrelundar."

But it continued screeching "Unit 117" when she had refused. It shot at her with its laser, knocking her to the ground with the electric shock, not enough to kill her or make her regenerate, just enough to cause her pain. She gritted her teeth and refused to scream.

"What is your name?" it screeched.

"I am Romanadvoratrelundar!" she gritted her teeth through the pain as another bolt was aimed at her . "Unit 117, leave me alone!" she cried as the tears fell down her face.

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