Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 1664
Author's Summary: "I was a dad once."
Characters/Pairings: Romana II, Eighth Doctor
Recced because: Oh, the language. This story is less about plot, and more about time - what could have, might have, should(n't) have happened in a war where everything around you can be rewritten in an instant.
"Losing a time war, if you've never tried it, is a long, slow process. Win a day, lose a decade. That planet? It was always uninhabited. Would you mind standing still a moment while I nip back and kill your grandfather?"
Excerpt: For one thing, it doesn't make sense. This story, it's nonsense, it's stupid. It's a romantic fiction imposed on a culture that emphasises undeniable mathematical truths. Sure, Time Lord, it has a nice sound, and all that business about the children gazing into the vortex, big elaborate costumes and you can't help but wonder how long it would take to extract your lover from all that fabric, but at the end of the day, we're talking about a xenophobic technocracy with a strong emphasis on social duties. They just don't do that.
On the other hand, there's a war on. Or maybe it hasn't started yet. It's hard to say. But people do strange things in war, this is a universally accepted fact that can be used to explain away any old oddity, from genocide to a secret marriage between the Gallifreyan president and a nameless renegade.