DOCTOR WHO: ROMANA AND THE CEREMONIAL ROBES OF SARASA IV
"Doctor, I'll accept some things but that is just ridiculous!" cried Romana, laughing despite herself at the hideous clothes that the Doctor was wearing. "I don't think I can take you seriously when you're dressed like that! If some sort of hostile alien comes, I think I'll just be too busy laughing to even notice!"
The Doctor was wearing a multi-coloured, motley tunic which almost glowed, and matching trousers, with a funny multi-coloured hat perched on top of his brown curls.
"Romana, I'm appalled! I'll have you know that these are the ceremonial robes of Sarasa IV, only an official noble of that planet can wear these fine clothes!"
"So why are you wearing them?" asked Romana inquisitively. She herself was wearing clothes which would have been a lot better than the Doctor's – she was wearing a pretty pink tunic over white trousers – but for the fact that it was covered in alien mud sustained during the TARDIS' previous voyage to the planet of Rerta, which was almost entirely covered in mud... and tentacled monsters who lived in the mud. That had been a bit of a mistake on the Doctor's part, as he'd landed the TARDIS in completely the wrong time period of the planet. Romana sighed. The Doctor was always like this, proclaiming he was the best at everything, but in fact failing quite miserably. She knew all about him. She'd read his file at the Academy, and besides, she'd known him for a long time. Her long brown hair had been tied up into a bun.
"Well, as a matter of fact Romana I am a noble of Sarasa IV," he admitted proudly.
"Oh, are you now?" she asked, a hint of smugness in her voice. "Well, I'd like to see you prove it."
"Okay then Romana, maybe I will."
"Of course, to prove it you'd have to go to Sarasa IV."
"You know what, Romana?"
"What, Doctor?" asked Romana impatiently.
"To prove it I'd have to go to Sarasa IV!"
Romana sighed and tutted as the Doctor pushed buttons and flicked switches on the elaborate, utilitarian TARDIS console, dancing around it like some professional dancer, fine-tuning controls and grasping levers. As he grabbed one of the TARDIS' levers, it broke off from the console. The Doctor was left clutching the lever in his hand and looking guilty. He just shrugged it off.
"Besides, you're clothes aren't much better!" he protested. "They're splattered in mud! You can hardly talk to me about my clothes!"
"Fine then, I'll go and get changed while you make a suitably smooth landing on Sarasa IV," she said, slightly sarcastically. She turned on the spot and walked out of the console room to find the wardrobe.
The door to the console room swung open and in strode Romana, looking radiant in a long, flowing dark blue dress, her long, wavy brown hair loose around her shoulders.
"Well then, how do I look?"
"Positively radiant!" cried the Doctor without really looking at her.
"Oh, thank you Doctor," said Romana, a little startled. "Have you landed on Sarasa IV yet?" She crossed to the TARDIS console. The Doctor blocked her view of the console. "Why are you doing that?" she asked.
"Oh, no reason," said the Doctor. Romana rudely barged past him and looked at the console. A screen from the TARDIS Data Bank flashed up. She read it quickly and turned on the Doctor.
"Doctor..." she said.
"Yes, yes, okay, I made Sarasa IV up! It's just, well, Romana, you know when you're middle-aged, you know, in your late 750s, and you want to have a bit of a lark about? I just wanted to wear some silly clothes for a change!"
"You're abnormal, Doctor," said Romana.
"Yes, yes I suppose I am," boomed the Doctor. They began to laugh.
This was just a silly little one-shot I wrote that might lead into a Fourth Doctor and Romana I season. I hope you like it.