THE GALLIFREY CHRONICLES, THE FALL OF GALLIFREY

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The voices were faint, barely whispers in the air. She caught words like 'serious', 'ill' and 'exhaustion'. She heard Braxiatel's gentle and calming voice in the room and the Co-ordinator's snarly tone.

She tried to force her eyes open but everything seemed blurred, her head was spinning and she was only vaguely aware of the hard mattress beneath her back and the high white ceiling above her. She soon realised that she was in the medical station and she was connected to machines, drips and needles inserted into her arm.

"She's waking up," said a voice she instantly recognised as Braxiatel's, and she felt his hand slip into hers. "Thank Rassilion," he said, his voice full of relief. Finally she opened her eyes to see Braxiatel's worried expression. "It's okay you are in the medical station."

She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to remember what happened. The last thing she remembered was Braxiatel putting her to bed after she was sleep walking, or were her memories all mixed up? Maybe that wasn't what happened at all.

She felt exhausted as sleep overcame her once more. Braxiatel gently touched her face. She looked so pale and vulnerable. So breakable. Why did he not notice how seriously sick she was? How could he not notice how pale she was becoming? He had spent a great deal of the day by her side.

He gently pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I love you," he mumbled quietly. That had always been true and he knew it. He loved Romana and he wanted her. Romana; beautiful, stubborn minded Romana, the only Time Lady who had been on an equal footing with him.

She saw through him; his lies, his deceitfulness, challenging him like nobody had ever dared to before and that's what he loved about her.

He quietly left her to rest.


Romana woke up once more. Her body too weak now, but even so she refused to be beaten as she pulled herself up. Pulling the drips and needles out of herself, she stood. Her legs felt so weak as she tried to walk just as Braxiatel entered the room.

"Romana, you must rest. You are very ill, now please," he protested, but she staggered on her feet before Braxiatel caught her. She looked at him as she felt his eyes on hers, her body leaning so slightly against his. She wondered about allowing herself to have him, to feel his comfort, for Braxiatel to hold her and to never let her go. She craved his touch. She wrapped her arms around him.

"Braxiatel," she whispered as she breathed heavily.

It wasn't like she had no feelings for him. She felt it deep in her soul, in the two hearts that beat in her chest. She felt him lightly kiss against her neck before his lips found hers and she felt his lips gently pressed against hers, but she didn't protest as his arms held her close to him.

She kissed him back. "Braxiatel," she mumbled his name before she felt her legs give way and she was falling into unconsciousness. He lifted her into his arms and carried her back to the bed and sat with her holding her hand as she drifted in and out of consciousness. He felt she wasn't aware of him been there, but he needed to stay with her until she woke up.


Narvin could see he was losing Romana to Braxiatel. He had seen how protective Braxiatel was of her. He should of known Brax wanted her, how he had always wanted her, and there was nothing Narvin could do to save his battered relationship with Romana.

Thanks to all of those times he had pushed her away, rejected her, it was clearly his own fault.

He knew Brax had turned up to check on her, something Narvin had not done. It had been Braxiatel that made sure she ate, but obviously he failed in that.

Romana was deadly pale, and it was clear now she had lost weight. She had skipped meals, avoided sleeping and now it had started causing her and the baby harm.

He waited until Brax left her bedside before approaching her.

"Why would you do that to yourself and the baby?" he asked out loud, gently taking her hand.

Had she even been thinking of herself or the baby, he wondered, or had she given up on life? Was it her pregnancy that had made her utterly miserable? When it came down to it, it had been to do with his treatment of her. His rejection, throwing himself into his work instead of putting Romana first, and cheating on her.

Romana opened her eyes to see Narvin at her bedside. He knew he had to keep calm but he was furious that she had neglected herself and the baby. He could not stand the thought of losing Romana. He loved her, without her his life was boring and had no meaning. Awen meant nothing, neither did the other Time Ladies he had been with.

"Narvin,"she said weakly as she tried to sit. She frowned in defeat. He helped her to sit, propping her up with the pillows.

"Why would you put yourself and the baby-"

"Don't pretend you care!" she hissed.

"Well that's where you are wrong. I care about you and the baby."

She looked at him, noticing the bites and scratches on his neck. They were clearly love bites which she did not give him. They were too fresh for her to have given them to him and then of course there was the lipstick on his face.

It was quite obvious to Romana what he had been doing She had not wanted to believe Narvin could continue to do that to her and yet he had. "Well you have a funny way of showing it!" She would of screamed at him, but she did not have the energy.

"Why would you not eat or sleep?"

"I don't have time to eat or sleep, I am President of Gallifrey who has no time for those things."

Narvin put his face in his hands and wept. He knew he was to old to cry and show himself like that in front of his president.

"Co-ordinator," she said, shocked. "I didn't know you cared," she mumbled, forgetting about the love bites and scratches.

"Braxiatel told me if you continue the way you are, you will eventually kill yourself. You collapsed in his arms. You were close to death. He saved your life, and as much as I hate to say it I owe a debt of gratitude to him."

She tried to remember what happened. She had been in the high council meeting, she remembered that much, and she had suddenly felt really sick, more than usual. Everything had seemed be spinning and the voices seemed to be crowded in on her. She hadn't been able to stand as she had started to stumble and fall. It felt like it was happening in slow motion, then she felt strong arms catch her before everything went black.

"Brax," whispered Romana. He had done so much for her that it clouded her own judgement, as if she owed him something. Maybe she only felt she loved him because of everything he had done for her.

It felt incredible wrong to jump into another relationship, especially not knowing how she felt for Narvin, but all she thought of was Braxiatel and the way his kiss would taste on her lips. What would it be like once again to take him to bed, to be truly wanted and loved again? She knew he would love her, but no, she wouldn't entertain the idea. However then she remembered kissing him earlier and she cringed at another bad mistake.

She knew Brax was dangerous, knew what he's capable of and she could lose herself in him so quickly it almost scared her, but she knew it was him. It had always been him. He was the father of her child and that had to mean something at least.

"I know you are not happy, Romana, and I get that." He attempted to kiss her but she moved away. She did not want him to touch her right now. "If Braxiatel is the one you want to be with, if it's him you love and not me, I will step aside," Narvin said. "I do love you, Romana, and only you."

"You have really upset me. You know I am resisting the urge to tell you to rot in- Just go away, Narvin, I can't deal with you right now."

Narvin did not know why he would even look at Awen when he had someone as amazing as Romana and yet he had slept with Awen. She had given him bait and he had taken it and now Awen had taken to blackmailing him. Her motives were clear; she had no interest in him, she wanted him gone from Romana's life and it didn't matter what he did the end result was going to be the same. He would always lose Romana.

"Romana, please you have to give me another chance." He took her hand.

"Don't touch me."

"I think you should go," said a voice he knew to be Braxiatel's.

Narvin turned round and stormed out knowing it would be a losing battle.

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