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Bro Times - Fic

So. The first time I've done fic in a while. This was for the Gallifrey Ficathon over at Morepolitics.

Title: Bro Times

Characters: Brax/Eight.

Rating: PG

Brax looked up a bemused expression on his face. The familiar vworp vworp of a TARDIS sounded again, as the machine faded into sight in the corner of the room. A minute later, the blue police box was taking up space on the rug. The door opened and the Doctor stepped out, pushing his curls out of his eyes.

“Hello Brax,” he said smiling.

“Hello Thet” Brax said standing up, “What brings you here?”

“Just thought I’d stop by.  Haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Yes,” Brax replied, “I think the last time was when you and I got caught up in that Androline drug smuggling incident.”

The Doctor looked thoughtful, “Doesn’t ring a bell,” he said after a moment, “Might not have happened yet though.”

“Always possible.”

“So,” Brax repeated slowly, “What exactly are you doing here?”

The Doctor flopped into a chair, crossing one long leg over the other, “I thought we could go and do something. There’s a new play on I wanted to see.”

Brax move his chair and then sat down again, “And you can’t take one of your companions?”

“They’re all busy. Something to do with Mother’s Day.”

“Take Leela.”

“Busy with Andred.”


“Planet to Run.”

Brax rolled his eyes and stood up, striding over to his desk, “I do have a very busy day ahead of me.”

“No you don’t.”

“How can…”

“I can see your desk from here. You’ve just got a meeting with one of the Arcalian Cardinals. I can have you back here five minutes after we’ve left. You’ll still have time to reorganise all your books.”

“I guess I don’t have a choice do I?”

The Doctor grinned, “Not really no.”

Brax smiled and rolled his eyes again, “Fine. Just let me change.”

The Doctor stood up, “I’ll get the old girl warmed up.”


“So,” Brax said, walking into the console room clad in a smart navy suit, “What are we going to see?”

The Doctor looked up, “Much Ado about Nothing.”

“That’s not new.”

“It is,” the Doctor said, “In 1598 anyway.”  He began to move around the console, “Nothing quite like seeing it live at the Globe. Everyone should see Shakespeare performed live at least once.”

“Doctor,” Brax said. The Doctor continued to flip switches, “Doctor.”

“Yes?” The Doctor said finally, “If you’re going to say….”

“You should come home.”

“No.” The Doctor picked up a book and fell into a chair.

“But Doctor….”

“I said no.”

Brax moved to stand in front of him, “Romana needs you.”

“She’s got you.”

“She needs you. If you could just stay for a little while.”


“But if you could.”

The Doctor looked over the time of his books, his brow furrowed, “How many times have we had this conversation? Six? Seven?

“It would really help her.”

The Doctor sighed, “I know. But I can’t. Gallifrey is too….Too stifling.”

“So you’d rather be a universal gadabout?”

“At least I get to make the rules that way.” The Doctor looked back at his book, “And see Shakespeare when ever I want to.”

“Isn’t that a bit immature?”

“I’m only nine hundred and fifty seven” the Doctor pointed out, “I don’t think I have to be mature yet.”


“It’s quite something isn’t it?”

Brax looked up at the wood and thatch structure of the Globe. “Quite something indeed.”

The Doctor turned on his heel and pointed to some point over the river, “You know it used to stand over there. When the land lord jacked up the rent they simply took it down and rebuilt it on the other side of the river.”


“It really was.”

“So,” Brax asked, “What exactly is this play about?”

“It’s a comedy,” the Doctor said, “All about these two kids who want to get married and all the scrapes they get into. Though if you asked most people they’d say the secondary characters are more important.”

 “Oh? Why?”

“Because they love each other but won’t admit it. Their bickering is hilarious.”

“Like yours and Romana’s,” Brax said pointedly.

“I don’t know what you mean,” the Doctor replied, before falling silent.

Brax smiled, “Of course you don’t. I don’t know what I was thinking.”


“Where are the seats?” Brax said as they took their place in front of the stage.

“Up there,” the Doctor said waving an arm towards the gods, “But you have to see it from down here. If you want to experience it properly anyway.”

“You love this don’t you?”

The Doctor crossed his arms, “What?”

“The travelling. The adventures. This.”

“Yeah I do.”


The Doctor looked puzzled, “What do you mean?”

“Why do you enjoy it so much?” Brax turned his eyes from the stage, “You could do a lot of good at home you know. A lot of good. You could be President.”

“I have been,” the Doctor pointed out, “Twice in fact.”

“My point exactly. Think of the all the great stuff you could do.”

The Doctor shook his head, “No. It’s not for me. You. Romana maybe. But not for me. I’ve told you before. It’s too stifling.”

“And I’ve never understood what you mean by that.”

The Doctor was silent for a while, then spoke quietly, “That art collection of yours. Why don’t you have any Gallifreyan art?”

“Because it’s all computer generated. It’s lifeless. Uniform.”

“And the rest of it?”

“Well that’s unique. None of it is quite the same. Even the ones done by the same artist.”

“And there you have it,” the Doctor said. “Gallifrey is too…..uniform. Your whole life is mapped out for you from beginning to end. We have all this power. Yet we choose to stay home and live tiny little lives. We miss so much. There’s so much more we could do.”

“And you want to do it?”

The Doctor nodded, “Yeah I do.”

“I think I can understand that,” Brax said, “But maybe.” He shook his head, “No.”

“Maybe what?”

“Maybe if you stuck around a bit more you could convince everyone back home to think the same way. There’s a whole new generation now. They could change.”

The Doctor opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again.


The TARDIS faded into the corner of Brax’s room. He stepped out, then turned back to look at the Doctor who was standing in the doorway. “Thanks. I had fun.”

“Thank you for coming,” the Doctor replied.

“I’ll see you soon I guess.”

“You may already have seen me,” the Doctor pointed out, “But yeah see you soon.”

“Don’t do anything stupid,” Brax told him, “I don’t have the time to come and save you if you do.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” the Doctor sighed, good naturedly.

“And think about what I said,” Brax continued, “You might be able to do some good here.”

“I’ll think about it,” the Doctor promised, “See you soon Brax.”

Then the TARDIS faded out of sight, leaving Brax alone.


( 3 comments — Leave a comment )
Feb. 28th, 2012 02:43 pm (UTC)
thank you so much for writing this for me. i love that for some reason ALL of the doctor's companions are busy with mother's day, and the doctor wants to catch the opening night for a play that's hundreds of years old :D
Mar. 2nd, 2012 03:19 am (UTC)
I didn't quite get all of it (You know I'm not well verse in Who) but I really liked it! Brilliant story! I really liked the globe Theater part especially.
Mar. 2nd, 2012 04:13 am (UTC)
I really like the Doctor and Brax's conversation - the way they're both sort of right, and neither of them end up 'winning.'
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