My Last Romana
Utter crack, but I like it. Just a thought I had
Arcadia fell.
A warm, sickening feeling slimed it's way up the throat of Gallifrey's President as she silently cursed the Council for their refusal to allow her to send them to war sooner. Trembling, Romanadvoratrelundar closed her eyes.
"Do it."
" But Romana, i—"
"DO IT!" She yelled. She was tired, oh so tired, and with another slick gulp she steadied her voice to command her dearest friend to kill them all.
"Doctor…" she began, holding tight to the railing of her Tardis. There was no other way.
"Think of the humans." She whispered, knowing full well how much he loved those little beings, so promising. Promising enough, Romana hoped, to follow in Gallifreyan footprints and master Time. Perhaps his favorite planet could become better than theirs, their hopelessly stuffy Gallifrey.
If knowing—and loving—the Doctor had taught her anything, it was hope. But no such thing would exist of they didn't do this.
"Yes, Madam President." He replied softly over the radiowaves. She could hear the pain in his voice, the resignation.
The heat and the pain was excrutiating in the next second. Her body felt as if it was being pulled apart in hundreds of directions. Romana took it stoically, eyes shut and face composed for her death knell as if waiting for some small bit of bad news. Flames licked at her clothes as the deadly wave of energy shot through the fleet. Outside, Dalek upon Dalek screeched in terror as they were burned to atoms.
A cry tore from her lips, finally, and she fell to the floor in a heap, the sight of flames dancing in her eyes.
A form appeared in the flames as they engulfed the Tardis, the ship screaming her agony to the unfeeling stars as she died from within. A wolf, glorious in her majesty, stalked towards her in the flames and Romana lifted her head one last time to watch the creature. Hope, and peace, sprung in her burning hearts as she smiled a knowing smile.
Breathing in the energy, Romana took her last breath, and the hand that had reached out to the wolf fell limp to the floor.
Words came from that breath, dying and hushed, like air escaping a pipe. In her last second, Romana spoke hope.
"Whose afraid of the big….Bad…..Wolf…."