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set at some point in TDOT’s vague future, Charlie is 18 here

“You gambled away… the crown jewels.”

Missy stared at her daughter, who was in the middle of a pairs card game with some diplomats from the neighbouring planet. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Charlie asked, arching an eyebrow. “They weren’t ours, we just stole them when we took over. Why does it matter? I know they’re nice and shiny, but so are a million other things.” 

“I dunno, Princess,” said her cards partner from beside her, frowning, “they were very shiny. It physically hurts me to see them on the other side of the table.” 

“Shut up, Hart,” Missy and Charlie said at the same time, making the ex-Time Agent roll his eyes and mutter about being underappreciated. 

“You’re underappreciated by my disintegrator, is what you are, you irritating man,” Missy told him. “You’re lucky that my daughter for some reason - well. She’s like her father, I suppose. Friends in odd places.”

One of the diplomats had started laughing at their exchange, while the other was far too taken with the shine of the crown jewels he had just won to pay them much mind. 

“Win them back,” Missy told her daughter, sternly. “Now.” 

Hart spread the cards out before them as he finished shuffling, and gave the short purple aliens a wolfish grin. 

“What do you say, rematch?” 

“You put your hands on my crown jewels, Captain, and I’ll cut them off,” Missy warned him. 

“Are you trying to turn me on, Mistress?” he shouted after her as she began to walk away, only to get a whack on the shoulder from Charlie. “Threats of violence? Dead sexy.”

Peri leaned into his touch automatically staring at him adoringly but also slightly incredulously; there was still a small part of her that couldn’t believe that he was the Doctor. “…I…I missed you so much.”

Romana listened to the familiar sound of the TARDIS landing as she stood in front of the console, checking the readouts. This would be a short break from her current companion and fellow Time Lord, the Doctor. Her TARDIS - which hadn’t had to have been stolen and was much more up to date - was extremely reliable, and this way she could actually go where she wanted to go while having a little breathing room to be her own Romana.

Plus, her TARDIS was a little more comfortable and a little more fashionable than the Doctor’s, with some furniture in the console room itself.

❝ Hmm... ❞

She said this to herself as she landed, a quiet murmur, and gently patted her dress as she looked to the viewscreen. Xaos. The oldest planet in the Mutter’s Spiral galaxy, where ‘all life began’. Romana knew for a fact this was incorrect, but she’d come here for the giant statues of long dead gods, not for history.

“How d'you think it’s working out for me?"She replied with a small frustrated scowl. "I didn’t exactly ask for this y'know.”

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“Yeah…I can see that.” How did these things only ever end up happening when his royal smugness was no where to be found? She was nearly one hundred percent sure that Frobisher never did things like this when he was alone with the Doctor. Honestly it was almost like dealing with a penguin shaped toddler at times, the amount of trouble he got into.

“Alright slow down superman, y'know those wings aren’t for flying and sugar high or not, they still won’t work.” She reached put an arm, mentally preparing herself for the scenario where he did try to fly. Or worse turned himself into something that could fly. Peri had no intention of running round the multitude of tardis corridors trying to catch a sugar high Frobisher with a butterfly net or something equally ridiculous.

No, as the only sane member of the tardis crew (and even that was debateable at times) it was her job to try and find some way of helping him burn off the extra energy. It was either that or hoping he’d crash out of sheer exhaustion. “Right…er…why don’t we…” Her mind drew a blank and she blurted out. “Go swimming.”

Great idea Perpugilliam! She rolled her eyes at herself. It would be a good idea, considering he was a penguin but there was just a teensy little problem. She still hadn’t actually learnt how to swim…

Frobisher slid to a stop and looked up at Peri. There was a reason he thought of her as the brains of the operation. That was, when he didn’t think of himself as the brains of the operation and Peri as their fearless leader. (the Doc provided good looks and a getaway vehicle)

“OKIDOKE PRINCESS!” Frobisher grinned. “WANNA LIFT? BETTER YET, I’LL RACE YA!” 

With that, the whifferdil launched himself onto the smooth floor of the Tardis and started sliding on his stomach with considerable speed. He looked over his shoulder for a moment and almost crashed into a door jam.