NOT THE ONLY ONE

A/N Thank you to B.W. INK for reviewing this chapter

Disclaimer I own nothing.

Please review.


The Doctor glanced around the room; he was alone, his companions elsewhere. He slammed down a lever with excessive force and the TARDIS kicked into action before finally landing with a thump.

"The Gamma forest," announced the Doctor, before he remembered that none of his companions were there. "Well all right, now I will go blundering in on my own," he said in a loud voice.

They had been a time when, whatever Companion he was travelling with, would be by his side, eager to know which planet they had landed on, not that he considered Romana or Braxiatel companions; they were family or, at least in Romana 's case, practically family.

He wanted her back properly, not just sharing a kiss, but he didn't quite know how to reach her and he could not deny what he knew was going on with her and his brother. The way he kept looking at her.

It bothered him, now that he knew of the previous relationship between them. What if it was Brax she loved, and not him. He wasn't sure he could deal with that. It was his own actions throughout the years, which resulted in losing Romana over and over again.

"Okay, Doctor, you do that," he muttered to himself.

"Doctor," said Romana, suddenly standing there. He glanced at her tear stained face and knew she had being crying.

"Romana," he began

Seconds later, his brother appeared. He felt the atmosphere between them strain, but he said nothing. Whatever it was, they would sort it out, and he knew better than to get in the middle of anything regarding Romana.

"So, I take it we have landed," Braxiatel said, meeting his brother's eyes and doing his level best to avoid Romana's. He already knew she was regretting their kiss and that it was slowly starting to mean nothing to either of them. It had been a comfort thing. It clearly wasn't him Romana wanted or needed, it was the Doctor.


Romana stepped out first, followed by the Doctor and Braxiatel. The TARDIS was right in the middle, surrounded by trees and long strips of grass, shielding it from the rest of the forest.

"You've just landed us in the middle of the forest," Romana complained. She shivered, and then continued "it's bitterly cold." Suddenly feeling a warm jacket was around her shoulders as Braxiatel gave her his and wrapped it around her.

"If we had used mine we could have made a better landing," Braxiatel said in his best 'I-know-better' tone of voice.

"Mine's better," said the Doctor.

"No Doctor, yours is an old, obsolete model. It should have been thrown in the scrap yard decades ago. If you were going to steal something, then you should've stolen something worthwhile."

"You would know all about stealing, wouldn't you?"

"Better than you apparently."

"Children please," Romana glared at both brothers, "you are both acting like a couple of kids." They had only just been reunited, and already Braxiatel and the Doctor were at each other's throats.

With that, the Doctor walked away, stomping through the forest with Braxiatel following and Romana trailing behind. They walked past the slopes of the forest, which were covered in undulating rivers of green pines as evergreens spilled over the forest's rocky cliffs.

She remembered being here, she was sure of it. She followed both Braxiatel and the Doctor in silence as a lurid sense of darkness clustered itself menacingly beneath the trees, almost as if something or someone was watching her. Fear filled her and grew exponentially with each footstep. Then she froze not daring to move; she heard Braxiatel turn around and walk back towards her, giving her a weak smile and slipping his hand into hers.

His kind eyes looked into hers. "I won't let anything happen to you. Come, my Lady," he said softly.

"I am not President anymore; there's no need to refer to me as 'your Lady'. Just Romana will suffice."

"You will always be my President in my hearts." He smiled softly at her, as she allowed him to lead her through the forest. They lost track of the Doctor.

"Are you all right?" He asked her.

She shook her head sadly, and he gathered her up into his arms. "You will get through this. I promise. I am here for you, as is the Doctor."

"Really?" she said giving him an unsure look. "He never changes, he talks, and talks but he does not listen. He does not see. He feels like a stranger. Did I even know him?"

"Then I shall be here for you, whenever you need me, night or day. "

"I shouldn't be away from Kaatje," she said, glancing over her shoulder. "She's just a little girl. What if she wakes?" Romana sighed. She did care about Kaatje, but love? She knew she was lacking in love for her own child.

He gently touched her face with his slender fingers, unsure how to take away her pain. He could tell the anguish she was feeling about being away from her child.

"She doesn't strike me as a scared little girl. The TARDIS will protect her; nothing can get through those doors. I wouldn't blame you, or mind, if you wanted to go back and be with your child."

"No, you are right." She took his hand. She had always felt safe with Brax, always. "I want to come."

As they walked deeper into the forest, Romana heard the sound of a baby crying. She found the child crying in a crib and, when Romana picked her up, she instantly stopped crying. The baby gripped her fingers. It brought memories of her own baby being ripped from her arms.

She was Gallifrean, or at least part Gallifrean, and she didn't know how, but all her instincts told her it had nothing to do with the time vortex.

She felt a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"We should get out of here," Brax whispered. Suddenly, loud footsteps could be heard in all directions as the clerics were all pointing guns at them.

"Hand me the child," snarled the man.

"I will not," Romana said and, with a stoic look, she clung to the baby.

"Oh, don't worry, Last of the Time Lords. You two will soon have your own children. A whole army of them."

Romana suddenly looked horrified. "No, we aren't even together," she cried, as realization suddenly dawned on her: they were going to force them into sleeping together and reproducing.

"And if we refuse?" Braxiatel asked with an icy look. Having a child with Romana was no problem, but not in this kind of situation.

Strong arms gripped both of them as Romana stared into the eyes of her enemies, giving them that lost, little girl look; the one Braxiatel had seen so many times in last few days.


Braxiatel clenched both his fists tightly and threw a staggering punch at one of the clerics, sending his enemy to the ground and then... all hell broke loose. The baby was ripped from Romana's arms as more fighting broke out. She sank her teeth into one of the clerics, but then she felt herself getting kicked to the ground, and she fell as she was kicked and punched.

The attack only lasted a minute but it was enough time to leave her gasping for breath and dazed. Her whole body hurt, and she had no idea how she was going to stand again. She glanced over and saw Braxiatel being hounded by those cleric animals; constantly kicking and punching him as he lay there still, as if he was dead.

"Braxiatel!" she screamed his name over and over again, uttered in horror. It was like watching a hound of dogs ravening a fox. Finally they stopped.

"I never thought you Time Lord's were fools, but you two are fools to oppose us" The man sneered. In the corner of Romana's eye she saw the small tip of blade of his sword and she gasped. "The choice is yours: you both will have a child together, many children, and if you do not... then you shall die at the hand of the sword."

Romana managed to stagger to her feet and stepped forward, "put your sword away, we all know you need me. Let him go, it's me you want. I could be your ally; you will achieve your aims far easier with me on your side."

"Swear it," the cleric demanded.

"Really I don't-" Romana stated to say

"Swear on the life of this baby that you will be our weapon."

"I swear," she whispered; not daring to look at Braxiatel. She knew it wasn't the worse thing she had done, to swear on the life of a baby, and to abandon her own child to be in their clutches again, but it was necessary.


She woke up in the dungeon. Braxiatel was holding her close; his arms were wrapped around her as her eyes grew used to the dimly lit dungeon. She started to mumble, her mouth felt dry. He put a flask to her mouth and she accepted gratefully before sinking back into his arms for a short moment.

"Braxiatel," she whispered.

"It's all right," Braxiatel said quietly. She turned around to face him. His face was bruised, and badly. She gasped in shock.

"It's worse than it looks, my Lady," he said as she touched his face.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled softly into his shoulder. "What are we going to do?" Romana asked looking at Braxiatel.

"Have a child together, I suppose," he said casually, like it was nothing.

"I don't want have a child like this. It's morally wrong."

"And ripping my shirt off in the TARDIS wasn't?"

Romana attempted to frown, but a small curl at the corners of her lips started until a full smile broke out across her face. "I did not rip your shirt off! Besides, I didn't hear you complaining," she said as she rested her head against his shoulder once more. "It's not like you tried to stop me."

Braxiatel tried to come up with a witty comeback, but nothing came. He brushed his lips gently against her forehead, and held her close to him.


Suddenly the door swung open and in stepped two cleric soldiers.

"You two, it's time for you to make a Time Lord baby."

Romana rolled her eyes; as if it was even that easy to just produce a child. A Time Lord baby was a miracle on Gallifrey, but now there was no Gallifrey and probably no more miracles.

"You do know," Romana said slowly, "that, conceiving a baby for a Time Lord is rare, and that it takes fifteen months for the child to be born?"

Romana could see the rage building up in the cleric's eyes, hate and anger, dancing in their depths and it made her afraid. She knew exactly what they were capable of and that scared her. But she had Braxiatel and he was as dangerous as the Clerics. Not to her, she knew he would never hurt her, because he was her friend, and right now apart from the Doctor, Braxiatel was the only friend she had. She felt his strong, protective arms wrap around her, and his calming voice in her mind, as he communicated telepathically to her.

His chilling eyes stared straight into the cleric's and all Romana heard were their piercing screams as they flew themselves out of the cell.

Back                         Home                              Doctor Who Main Page                          Next

Your Name or Alias:      Your E-mail (optional):

Please type your review below. Only positive reviews and constructive criticism will be posted.