TWENTY MOMENTS WITH ROMANA
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Sally Sparrow had bad dreams. She had dreams of a war, the end of everything. She feels the Earth revolving around her but when she looks around her it looks like the Earth is standing still. Yet she can feel it.
The ground beneath her feet is spinning at one thousand miles an hour. And the entire planet is hurtling around the sun at sixty-seven, thousand miles an hour. She shakes her head as figures and facts began to spin in her head. How could she know this? But she knows it's true.
Then there were other dreams – No, they weren't dreams, they actually happened.
The dreams of the weeping angels and of the Doctor travelling about in his TARDIS and the cracks that seemed to have erased certain things from some people's memories. They did not remember the Cybermen, nor did they remember the Dalek invasion two years ago.
The Doctor, right now his name is but a distant memory from so long ago. His real name she knows, but how? A memory, a dream, a vision? She isn't sure. All she knows is that the Doctor's real name burns and is hidden in the stars within the Medusa Cascade.
All Sally Sparrow knew was there was more to life than where she was now. She must have been mad to turn down the Doctor's invitation to travel with him. She had tried to live her life to be happy with Larry, but she did not love him the way she was meant to. So she found herself seeking a new life.
I can go anywhere, be anyone, she told herself. Then there was Irving Braxiatel. She had learnt only very recently after meeting him that he is the Doctor's brother. It was a small world, Sally mused to herself.
She first met Braxiatel, this most incredible man; she had been admiring the whispering Garden. It had such beauty and untold secrets. It was like some place she had been before but she could not remember. All she known this place had a bouquet.
The truth was Braxiatel was dazzling - he was suave, smart, a real gentleman and he had literally swept her off her feet. Everything had happened so quickly, he offered her a job with his art collection known as the Braxiatel collection. He wanted her to run it. Even then, she could sense he rarely trusted anyone. His collection was the most important thing to him, that and his people who he solemnly spoke about.
She had enjoyed the work and art had somewhat became important. She had started to develop a love for art but people mattered most to her. He had been kind to her and he had respected her and valued her opinion, sometimes he even changed his actions because of her views, but she never knew quite why.
"Braxiatel," she had said one evening when they were alone, as he was celebrating his birthday and had invited her for a drink.
"Oh, call me Irving sweet lady," he said taking her hand and kissing it gentle.
Sally blushed slightly. It wasn't like he was not attractive. He was certainly that and there was something about him, something she couldn't quite put her finger on.
"Why did you offer me this job, you barely knew me?" She looked into his deep dark eyes; there was something vastly familiar about him, but what?
He paused for a long moment as he looked into her eyes. "Because you remind me of someone I used to know." he replied softly as he slowly took in her beauty and soft nature. She could not be a replacement for what he had lost - for whom he had lost - but when she was around him, she made him forget his troubles with her soft nature, her beautiful smile and the sound of her laugh that filled him with joy.
When she looked into his dark eyes she saw so much pain. "Someone you loved?" She asked gently, not wishing to intrude on his grief.
"Very much, but she's gone now. All my people, but I plan to bring them back one day."
"Your people, who…what were they?"
"Time Lords. There was a war and they were destroyed, the planet, the people…all gone in one moment leaving very few survivors."
The words "Time Lords" echoed in her mind. Visions of past events seemed to swim and dance in her head. Things that seemed impossible.
"Gallifrey, it was called. Oh, it was beautiful. The sky was like marmalade with beautiful twin suns and the beautiful clear blue oceans, and we were great once. We had so much power but unfortunately we were doomed. I plan to bring them back but we can't be who we were without a great deal of power."
"Gallifrey," whispered Sally as the glass slipped from her fingers falling to the ground and shattering to pieces. As Sally started to tremble, flashes of a life she could not remember triggered in her. A young girl, so young that Sally could feel her fear as if it was her. The Daleks homing in on her.
"Do not move! Do not move! Do not move! Do not move! Do not move! Do not move! You are our prisoner! Do not move! You are our prisoner! "
Sally clutched her head as a tear escaped from her eye and fell down her face. More terrifying memories played in her head.
"Sally," Braxiatel looked at her with concern. It was like what he said had rattled her but why? Sally was just a normal human girl wasn't she? No, she was not ordinary, far from it but there was something about her. It's why he felt drawn to her. She reminded him far too much of someone. Someone he still loved and had never told, believing she only had eyes for the Doctor but it could not be. It was impossible.
Sally snapped out of her daze. "Oh, I am so clumsy, forgive me Irving." she said softly. It was definitely the eyes and her soft nature that reminded him of her. She quickly wiped her tears.
"Sally, do not worry." Suddenly noticing the pendant around her neck, it was a bit large for a pendant but yet it wasn't a pendant at all. Only someone exceptionally bright could ever make a fob watch appear around a cloaking device. In fact only one person he knew could.
"Sally you have a fob watch round your neck," he heard himself say.
Her hands instantly touched it. "It's just a pendant."
"Well how did you get it?"
"I don't know. I always had it I think-" her mind else where as Braxiatel gentle removed it from around her neck snapping it out of its disguise.
"I don't understand," mumbled Sally looking down at her hands. Her breathing quickened as she felt the room spin around her hardly aware of Braxiatel talking to her.
"You need to open it. Open the watch. Please, because you are not Sally Sparrow, you are someone so much more special."
She hesitated for a long moment as she froze. Too afraid of what she might find.
He gentle took her hand as he felt her indecision and fears. "Its okay," he said softly looking at her lovingly as his fingers gentle touched her face causing Sally to shiver at his touch.
Carefully and slowly, she opened the watch and memories filled her mind once again. Gallifrey falling, the loss of Braxiatel as he fell through that portal never for her to see him again, been trapped in that alternative Gallifrey and finding her way back to the normal space only to find Gallifrey destroyed. The shock which had caused her to regenerate and hide herself in her fob watch.
"Braxiatel," she gasped throwing her arms around him, "You are alive," She mumbled into his shoulder, trying to work out if this was real or some dream she was having.
She lingered into his shoulder for longer than she should have; trying to work out if it really was him. She looked up at him and her fingers touched his face before she placed a tender kiss on his lips, confirming to her he was real. Instantly, he pulled her closer to him wrapping his arms around her in a loving embrace. "Romana," he mumbled into her hair, never wanting to let go of her before they finally pulled apart.
They both knew who she was at last.
Romanadvoratrelundar, the last Lady president of Gallifrey. His President
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