Short Collection of Braxiatel and Romana One Shots

SHORT COLLECTION OF BRAXIATEL AND ROMANA ONE SHOTS

Two Times Braxiatel thought about kissing Romana and one time he did.
A/N Mentions of big finish Gallifrey, Neverland and The Apocalypse Element. Some Brax/Romana and slight 8/Romana 6/Romana
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"You did it Doctor. After 900 years you finally did it, you had to make one final glorious gesture, and saved time itself by beating history at its own game, but history will remember you - the Time Lords will remember you, and I will never ever forget you, you; objectionable, irrational, block headed, impetuous, magnificence you," Romanadvoratrelundar said softly, as she remembered her friend the Doctor. He was more than that, much more than a friend. She had loved him so much that it hurt that she would never be able to see him again, to listen to that gibberish that came out of his mouth, to see his excitement as he bounced around the TARDIS like a child or the times he came home just to see her.
He saved his friend, but the cost had being very great indeed. She would remember him, this wonderful man that she had always loved -they had both loved each other very much- and the universe would now be a much darker place without him.
A tear fell from her eye landing on the desk.
"Romana." She looked up at Braxiatel standing in front of her, and he put a comforting hand upon her shoulder. "It is true then," Braxiatel said solemnly."He is dead?" he asked.
"The Doctor is dead." The words choked in her throat. "He sacrificed his own life," she wiped a tear from her eye.
"Romanadvoratrelundar..." Saying her full name, he took her hand as she stood up and pressed herself into his shoulder, as he tried desperately to comfort her. He had wanted Romana always, but not like this. The Doctor, his brother was dead. There was no comfort he could ever bring Romana because it wasn't him she needed ,and he would not go that low. There was plenty of time to make his move in the coming months.

"You wont get my hands," Wynter cried, as K9 played the recording back. The sound of Wynter's blood curling screams played as the creature in the vaults was attempting to gain control of the Time Lord. Visually shaken, Romana put a hand over her mouth, and gasped in shock as the recording continued and the sound of shattering bone as his hands were heard being crushed in the door. Romana could not bear to hear any more as she became tearful.
"Enough!" she cried "Stop the play back!" Romana begged. "Please," she buried herself into Braxiatel's shoulder as he put a comforting arm around her.
"Stop, the play back," Braxiatel ordered. He continued to hold Romana as she cried into his shoulder.
Braxiatel had always wondered what it would be like to have the young Time lady on his arm or even in his arms, for her to belong to him, after all she was his creation. He had got her to where she was today, transformed her from his student to the President of Gallifrey and he deserved her - not the Doctor.

The young Time lady Romana was back on Gallifrey mere weeks into her first term as the new President - she had vanished from time and space along with the planet Etra Prime. It had been twenty years now. Braxiatel had heard the Young Time Lady was now back on Gallifrey, and he wondered, after twenty years would she still be the same Romana he knew? She would possibly be broken and frail due to being dehumanised by the Daleks, however he knew if he was to make Romana his then this would need carefully planning. He could not afford to make any mistakes, he wanted her in his arms and in his bed. He knew this would be the lowest thing he had ever done to take advantage of her but he would do this, his hearts longed for her and after twenty years of captivity at the Daleks hands she would be vulnerable, needy - she would need comforting, and Braxiatel would be there to comfort her. He heard voices outside the Presidency office.
"Doctor, you're not leaving surely, there is so much to be done."
"And I'm sure you will do it splendidly, Madam President," answered the Doctor, and he had every faith that Romana would help the planets that had being destroyed by the Daleks.
Romana sighed deeply "You always did leave when the clearing up needed doing."
Suddenly the door opened and there she was - Romana. He was shocked to see her so frail, so thin; he had heard she was undernourished and they weren't exaggerating, however she looked more frail than he expected. Her beautiful blonde hair was a dirty blonde, her clothes were tatty and were hanging loosely . She looked so weak that he wanted to sweep her into his arms and take care of her but he knew he would have to wait for her to come to him.
"Madam President, Madam president, Rassilion be thanked all is well" He greeted her.
"Oh Braxiatel! I am so glad to see you." He took her arm gently, pressing a kiss to her forehead. Surprisingly she wrapped her arms around him, and to feel her that close to him made both his hearts pound inside him. This is what he had dreamed about for so long - as her lips brushed against his, he deepened the kiss, finally making her his Romana.

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