"It isn't as though you haven't considerable talents," Braxiatel is saying. "If you would only..."
"Settle down, come home, stop running around with savages and disgracing the family, yes, yes," says the Doctor. "Never mind all that. I should think you'd be ashamed to lecture me at a time like this, Brax. Not with the stories that have been floating around recently about you."
"About me?" asks Braxiatel, raising an eyebrow. "Surely you exaggerate."
"What is there to exaggerate?" asks the Doctor. "Either you're in a story or you're not, and you were certainly in these. Now, what's this I hear about you running around after one of your students?"
Braxiatel falls victim to a sudden coughing fit, while the Doctor grins that enormous grin of his. Brax can't say he likes this newest regeneration of his brother's. Those teeth look as though they could do serious damage. "I have not been running around..."
The grin doesn't fade. "Ah, but you know which student I'm talking about, don't you?"
Of course Brax knows. "I said nothing of the kind."
"Girl with a sort of regal sounding name. And far too many syllables, even for Gallifrey."
"I presume," says Brax, through gritted teeth, "that you are referring to Romanadvoratrelundar."
"Well, unless there are two, I presume that I am."
"I have been spending more time with her than with many of my students, I won't deny that. She's extremely gifted. And prone to get herself into trouble, without careful watching."
"And you've been watching her very carefully indeed."
"I haven't laid so much as a finger on her," says Brax, a tightly controlled undercurrent of anger beneath the words.
"Oh, I'm sure you haven't," says the Doctor in a conciliatory tone, laying one large hand on Brax's shoulder. "Not physically. And there's no law against the things a Time Lord gets up to in the privacy of his own mind, is there?"
Brax intends to deny it. He opens his mouth with that express intention. "I'd like to see you keep your thoughts on the straight-and-narrow with her, student or not," he finds himself grumbling instead. "I'd bet you wouldn't last five microspans."
"My mental control is legendary," proclaims the Doctor, puffing himself up. "I'm sure I wouldn't think of her as anything but a budding young mind."
It's nearly a full microspan before Brax can stop laughing.
***
Requests: Leela/Romana III, Jamie/Tegan, River Song/Benny Summerfield
Braxiatel/Romana I
"Settle down, come home, stop running around with savages and disgracing the family, yes, yes," says the Doctor. "Never mind all that. I should think you'd be ashamed to lecture me at a time like this, Brax. Not with the stories that have been floating around recently about you."
"About me?" asks Braxiatel, raising an eyebrow. "Surely you exaggerate."
"What is there to exaggerate?" asks the Doctor. "Either you're in a story or you're not, and you were certainly in these. Now, what's this I hear about you running around after one of your students?"
Braxiatel falls victim to a sudden coughing fit, while the Doctor grins that enormous grin of his. Brax can't say he likes this newest regeneration of his brother's. Those teeth look as though they could do serious damage. "I have not been running around..."
The grin doesn't fade. "Ah, but you know which student I'm talking about, don't you?"
Of course Brax knows. "I said nothing of the kind."
"Girl with a sort of regal sounding name. And far too many syllables, even for Gallifrey."
"I presume," says Brax, through gritted teeth, "that you are referring to Romanadvoratrelundar."
"Well, unless there are two, I presume that I am."
"I have been spending more time with her than with many of my students, I won't deny that. She's extremely gifted. And prone to get herself into trouble, without careful watching."
"And you've been watching her very carefully indeed."
"I haven't laid so much as a finger on her," says Brax, a tightly controlled undercurrent of anger beneath the words.
"Oh, I'm sure you haven't," says the Doctor in a conciliatory tone, laying one large hand on Brax's shoulder. "Not physically. And there's no law against the things a Time Lord gets up to in the privacy of his own mind, is there?"
Brax intends to deny it. He opens his mouth with that express intention. "I'd like to see you keep your thoughts on the straight-and-narrow with her, student or not," he finds himself grumbling instead. "I'd bet you wouldn't last five microspans."
"My mental control is legendary," proclaims the Doctor, puffing himself up. "I'm sure I wouldn't think of her as anything but a budding young mind."
It's nearly a full microspan before Brax can stop laughing.
***
Requests: Leela/Romana III, Jamie/Tegan, River Song/Benny Summerfield