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21 February 2008 @ 04:23 am
Fic: Arrival  
Title: Arrival
Author: stormyskies
Rating: G
Characters: Romana I, K-9, the TARDIS
Disclaimer: Not mine, not mine, not mine. Especially the dialogue at the end. That is taken directly from the first episode of "The Ribos Operation."
Summary: Romanadvoratrelundar arrives in the TARDIS for the very first time.
A/N: Romana I doesn't get enough love.

Romanadvoratrelundar arrived in the Doctor's TARDIS with a headache. She had read about travel without a capsule being highly uncomfortable, but she never imagined the splitting headache she would have. The updo she had chosen to wear was not helping the situation. She briefly contemplated letting her hair down, but decided against it. She also had more important things to worry about. She pulled from her bag the small kit the President sent her with and circled the TARDIS controls. It was then she saw the metal dog.

"Halt," it ordered. "Identify."

Her first response was a blink. Then another one. Finally, she told the metal dog her name. "I'm the Doctor's new assistant," she added.

"The Doctor did not inform me of a new assistant."

"That's because he didn't know. The President of the Supreme Council sent me. I was to understand that the Doctor is being told of me now."

A small red disk that reminded Romanadvoratrelundar of a suction cup reached out to her. She raised an eyebrow. The little dog had no plans of attacking her, though. His ears wiggled and his tail wagged. Finally, the dog said, "You have the same biological make-up as the master."

"The Master?" Her face paled. She had heard stories. All the children had. Older children told tales to younger children to scare them. The Master was insane, they had said. He was friends with Daleks. He would come and steal your regenerations. Outwardly, she refused to believe it, brushing the stories aside as nonsense. But there were nights that she woke up screaming.

"The Doctor."

"Oh." She breathed a sigh of relief. "Yes. Yes, I'm a Time Lady."

The suction cup scanner slid back into the dog's head. This answer seemed to pacify him.

She settled herself in front of the TARDIS controls, briefly looking at the small set of schematics given to her. If she read this right, she thought to herself, the tracer should go right...

She brushed her fingertips against the console of the TARDIS. The humming grew slightly louder, but she didn't notice until she took her hand away. Interest piqued, she placed an experimental hand flat against the console. The hum's volume raised again, even louder this time, as the vibrations tickled her palm. She smiled. She had never been particularly adept at handling antiques. This response gave her a good feeling. "I have to put a new plug into you," she said. She studied TARDIS technology extensively before her trip, and several reliable sources said that the ships had a certain sentience about them, and that building up a rapport aided greatly in one's operation of the capsule. Still, she couldn't help feeling a bit silly.

The console began to heat up rapidly. The TARDIS, apparently very much sentient, was not keen on the idea of having a new hole drilled into her. And Romanadvoratrelundar couldn't say she blamed her. If even half the stories about the Doctor's adventures were true, this particular TARDIS had put up with quite enough in her life, thank you.

"It's to help the Doctor," she explained. "He needs it to complete an important task."

The console began to cool down slowly. As if the ship was saying, "Oh, fine, if it's to help the Doctor. But I'm not happy about it." When it reached a tolerable temperature, Romanadvoratrelundar set to work.

A few moments later, tools neatly away in her bag, she was finished. Leaning on the console, she admired her handiwork. "There. That wasn't so bad." A flare-up of temperature, and Romanadvoratrelundar got the message: it most certainly was. With a pat to show the capsule no hard feelings, she picked up her bag and took it into the corridor. She had no idea what to do with it, but at least it was out of the way. She dug out the tracer.

She heard the Doctor sweep into the TARDIS, grumbling. Not noticing the new face floating in the doorway, watching him curiously, he sat down next to the metal dog. "I'm sorry, K-9, the holiday's off."

She straightened herself up, chin parallel to the floor, and tried to look as regal as possible. Swallowing her panic and fear, she stepped into the control room and made her presence known: "Doctor."
Rob Vincent: drwho - madrob_t_firefly on February 21st, 2008 03:15 pm (UTC)
Wonderful! Thanks for sharing it.