Fourth Doctor One-Shots

Renegade

"Now that looks like something you'd wear."

Romana scoffed. "That's a minx coat! I'd never wear an animal!"

"Oh really? Because I remember you being quite fond of that fetching feathery thing I gave you to wear on Ribos."

Romana glared up at the Doctor, then back at the coat behind the store window glass. "That was different," she mumbled.

"How so? They're both of a similar fashion and nature. I thought you looked rather nice with it on, snow in your hair...and a bossy tone in your voice..."

"I'm not bossy!" Romana snapped bossily.

"Oh, sure. And I'm only one hundred thirty-seven years of age." The Doctor nodded smiling with his hands in his pockets as he turned to continue walking down the street.

Romana watched the Doctor sashay along the sidewalk for a moment before following. "You think you're funny, don't you?"

"Oh of course not. But I'm great at parties and I get on terribly well with little ones."

"Little ones?" Romana questioned curiously.

"Hmm?"

She asked again. "Little ones?"

He pivoted his head in her direction. "You know..."

"Know what, Doctor?"

"Kids..." Romana stared blankly at him, "...offspring..." her expression twisted into that a confused marter, "Children! You know, little ones!"

"Oh! Children!"

"Yes, children. They're incredibly fascinating. One thing I've always found invaluable in children that adults don't possess is their unending honesty. Especially human children. Very unlike Time Tots. Time Tots can be deceiving due to how harshly they're raised."

"You think too negatively of Gallifrey."

He stopped and slowly shifted to face her. "No, in fact, it's quite the opposite. You think too positively of Gallifrey and the High Council."

"Do I?"

"Yes. They've​ brainwashed you into thinking like them."

"Why's that such a bad thing? What makes you think I'm just as stuffy as the rest our kind?"

"I don't know. You tell me, Little Miss Triple First."

Romana huffed. "You know I'm rather proud of my being so smart."

"As you should be. But you're book smart. You know so much and yet you have so little experience." The Doctor stepped closer to Romana and whispered in her ear soothingly. "You're lucky to have a renegade Time Lord to show you the way."

She couldn't help but smirk. "Then lead me before I stray."

He slowly pulled away just enough to see her flawless face framed almost perfectly by her beautiful rich chocolate hair. "My pleasure." The Doctor offered Romana his hand and she took it gladly.

He practically dragged her down the street and nearly got both of them hit by, not just one but, two taxies while crossing. "You're going to get us killed!"

"Nonsense! If anything happens we'll simply regenerate!" The Doctor smiled wildly. He quickly led Romana into the building he'd been looking for and rushed to the elevator just in time to make it to an empty one for a ride up by themselves. "This might be a while. It's a long way up."

Romana glanced at the Doctor. "At least I can rest for a bit. All that running and my life flashing before my eyes has worn me down."

She began to sit on the floor but before she could, the Doctor grabbed her hand again and pulled her back up. "Don't sit on the floor, it's dirty. You'll ruin your pretty little pink skirt."

"But Doctor I'm tired." Her outfit fit her well, as usual, she wore a white cotton tease tank top and over that was a pink over coat to match her skirt and pink heels

"But nothing," he said sternly, "allow me." The Doctor sat in the corner by the elevator buttons and patted his lap. "Sit."

"Doctor, I hardly think that's appropriate-"

"Oh, rubbish! Come on, sit in my lap. It'll be more comfortable." Romana stared at the Doctor, searching his zany blue eyes to determine whether he was joking. "I promise, I won't bite."

She hesitated. "Does he know?" It took her a second but, Romana gently eased her weight, not that there was much, onto the Doctor's lap.

"Now, was that so hard?"

She rolled her eyes once again and tried standing up. The Doctor hugged Romana around the waist and anchored her in place.

"You know, though it may not seem like it, I do enjoy your company, Romana."

"I'm not too sure I could say the same about you, Doctor." She said as she tried once more to stand up. But to no avail, the Doctor's hands were locked together with his arms comfortably wrapped around Romana.

"I know you don't mean that."

"How? How could you possibly know whether or not I mean that?"

He propped his bony chin upon her shoulder and spoke with careful words. "You may not know me all that well, Romana. But I know you. I'm very observant. I see how you look at me, I hear the underlying tones in your voice, and I infer from your behavior that you like me." A sly smirk swiftly spread across the Time Lord's lips. "Very much so by the look of it. I must say I'm quite flattered."

"Shit, he knows." Romana folded her arms and bit her lip to hide her embarrassment.

"It won't work you know." The Doctor whispered.

She sighed. "What won't work?"

"Being cross with me. It won't work."

"It works for me."

"No, it won't." He chortled.

"How do you figure?"

"Because I can make most anyone smile." Romana turned her head to face his. They both closed their eyes and suddenly...DING!

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🎶THE JIG IS UP🎶
🎶THE NEWS IS OUT🎶
🎶THEY FINALLY FOUND ME🎶
🎶THE RENEGADE THAT HAD IT MADE🎶