"Madame President, get down!" She shouted; throwing herself on top of the blonde woman as the explosion rocked the ground where they had been standing and showered them with burning debris. The Mystic bit her lip to keep from screaming in agony as it burned and cut her. If she made it back to the TARDISes before regenerating, she would consider her family luck holding. She rolled off her friend with a groan. Propping herself up on an elbow, she assessed the injured President. "Romana? President Romana?" There was no answer, even when she called louder. She wasn't dead, since she hadn't started regenerating, and they hadn't been hit with the extermination beams of the Daleks yet. Rolling her eyes, the Mystic placed her lips practically in the ear canal of the President and yelled, "FRED!"
Romanadvoratrelundar III, President of the Gallifreyian Council and ruler of their people opened one eye and still managed to glare at the head of her secret service. "I swear," she said, barely above a whisper, "You and your brother are absolutely horrid."
The Mystic winced as her mind flashed to her soon to be dead brother as he raced to end this War once and for all and blow them all out of the sky. "Romana, we don't have much time. He'll be sending the suns into supernova soon, and if we don't get out of here, then the Children of Time will be lost forever, like Gallifrey, like us. So come on, now is not the time to take a nap!" She felt something shoved into her hand, and looking down, she saw a bit of shiny metal in her hand: a key. "What's this?" She asked rather dumbly.
Romana found it hard to speak, but finally said, "It's my TARDIS key. Lorelei, don't argue with me on this one. I am not going to make it. Oh, I could possibly regenerate, but if you don't leave now, you're dooming not only us, but those war orphans whose Time Lord Consciousness we vowed to protect. You have to go alone. I'll buy you the time you need to get out of here and to safety before Theta sends the final strike."
The Mystic winced as another explosion went off nearby. Romana was serious. She only called her Lorelei when she was serious. Still, she shook her head. "No, Fred," she said, pushing the key back into her friend's hand, "You go, I'll hold them off. I'm the bodyguard. This is my job. To give my life for you. And I intend to do so. So go." She stood to face the approaching Daleks. "I should be able to give you five minutes, ten minutes at the most, so you'll have to move fast." As she moved to aim her weapon, the Mystic found herself pulled down to the ground again with oomph of escaping air.
"I would never make it to the TARDIS without regenerating first. That would leave me too vulnerable. You're injuries will give you longer. At least long enough to get inside before you regenerate. You once said that you would do anything for me, all I had to do was ask. Remember that?"
She nodded, tears falling unchecked from her eyes as she whispered. "I remember, but Fred, please, please, don't. Don't ask me this, please."
"I am asking you this, Lorelei. Leave me here. Save the lost Children of Time. Be Fantastic, for me, for Theta." She stood up this time. "Now go. Run!"
And the Mystic ran. She never could say no to when her best friend asked her to do something. Even if it meant she would never see her again. When she reached the hill where the TARDISes were, she risked one final look. It was a mistake, she realized as she watched Romana exterminated by a Dalek. The one weapon that could kill a Time Lord or Lady, permanently, and now her best friend was dead. She didn't so much run as was exploded into the former President's TARDIS. The doors closed and the TARDIS went into the Vortex as her new owner burned and regenerated.