Fic: Dreams (1/1)

[tromana]

 Title: Dreams
Author: tromana
Rating: T
Characters: Romana/Leela
Spoilers: Gallifrey, Series 3
Summary:  Romana’s dreams are dull. Leela’s are not. Romana/Leela
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who. Still.
Notes: Beta'd by fifth_sister

Birthday Fic for sneakyangel because I felt like writing her another fic.

Dreams

 

“What do you dream about, Romana?”

Romana snorted and pulled a thread from her robes. So much for being the President Hallan wanted her to be, that she wanted to be. Her head was sore; she received no peace, even skulking in the shadows. Even alone. Leela stood, calm, waiting patiently for a response, listening carefully to her companion’s breathing, her footsteps as she paced around the room…

“I don’t dream, Leela.”

 

“Yes you do,” Leela stated. “When I could see, I watched you. You dream.”

 

“You watched me sleep? That’s taking your bodyguardship to extremes isn’t it?”

 

“No. Do not change the subject, Romana.”

 

“Oh, it’d just bore you.” Romana waved her off dismissively; not even wanting to know where the idea for this conversation had came from. “What do you dream of, then?”

 

“I dream of running. Through the wild-lands, kicking up the dust with the wind in my hair. I dream of Andred. Before he regenerated, what we could have become if he… I dream of…” She paused, surprisingly unsure. “I dream of you, Romana.”

 

The sound of silence was positively painful; even the echoes of the ongoing civil war couldn’t drown this out. Leela could sense the change immediately; her companion’s short, ragged breaths hung in the air like her knife stuck in its target. It was times like this she was pleased she couldn’t see Romana’s response, although she could quite easily imagine it. She was probably wearing a look of cynicism, mixed with a slight horror and a dash of disgust.

 

Accurately visualising the location in her mind – she was getting better at this – she took hold of Romana’s hand. Delicate, slender things, they were. Not suited to war at all. Romana was not a warrior and her actions since leaving the anomaly vault had left Leela concerned. There was more ways of seeing than just through eyes.

“Leela-”

 

“You are not sleeping well?”

 

“No,” she admitted. “You still…”

“I do not need my eyes to watch over you, Romana.”

 

“Yes, but-”

 

“You Time Lords, you sleep so little, it does not disturb me.”

 

Romana remained mute as deft fingers expertly wove their ways around her own. Something in the back of her mind, itched, scratched. Little claws throughout her subconscious as Leela’s hands moved their way up towards her face, and ever so gently rested on her face. Frantically, she tried to push the creature back down, where it belonged. Not that it should be in her mind in the first place.

 

“You are not angry?”

 

“Why would I be?”

“I do not know.”

 

A matter of moments later, lips collided and hearts thudded frantically, as if trying to keep up with the latest revelations. A battle of wills, eagerly fought, meant fairly soon they were both breathless.

 

“Is that what you dream of, Leela?”

 

Leela nodded, smiling slightly as Romana allowed her to run fingertips gently across her lips. Taking a hand through Leela’s mess of dark hair, she guided her to another kiss. Quite an unusual thing for one to dream about, it was, in Romana’s opinion. But letting Leela’s dreams become reality was still, quite pleasant. Even with a clawing creature in the back of her mind.