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lucy saxon isn't as dumb as she seems to be (neverthatbright) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2010-11-05 23:39:00

Entry tags:

!closed, #complete, lucy saxon, the master

WHO: Lucy Saxon and the Master
WHAT: A surprisingly calm reunion.
WHEN: Not long after Lucy posted this.
WHERE: The steps of the Grand Library, to start.
RATING: PGish [language and references to darker themes]
STATUS: Complete!

The Master was alive.

Lucy had known there was always a chance he would be resurrected. She had known, as soon as she was settled in prison, she had to start making plans to stop that from happening. However no sooner had she received her sentence did she find herself in that strange little library with knights who seemed determined to keep her out. Clutching the device they'd given her in her hand, she stared once more at the conversation she was having over what she guessed was a public message board of some kind. Her stomach tightened at the words that stared back up at her, finger lightly dancing across the small picture that made identification all too easy.

The Master was alive.

She wasn't prepared for this. She was in an unfamiliar city that apparently wasn't even on Earth, she couldn't leave, and she wasn't at all prepared to face him again. Her heart thudded painfully in her chest as she quickly scrolled through the menu of her PDA. It had given her the number of a flat, as well as a map, and she was curious if there was anything else of use. Anything at all that might help her.

Coming up empty, the woman closed her eyes for a brief moment. Her jaw quivered, lips pressing softly together as she swallowed down the emotions rampaging through her. When her eyes reopened she was calm, almost detached. Rising to her feet, she gripped her PDA tightly with one hand and began descending the stairs. She knew she wouldn't make it all the way to her new flat. She knew he was already on his way because she knew him. What she didn't know, though, was when exactly their paths would cross or what would happen once they did.

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cantyouhearit
2010-11-08 08:19 am UTC (link)

It was impossible to explain, too long and sorted and far more complex than words could express, but she was sobbing and demanding that he tell her what she'd done wrong, and squashing down on the rise of anger at the general woman's tendency to assume that it was her fault only in those moments when it was not. Reaching up and grasping the sides of her face perhaps a little harder than he should, he shook his head as he leaned looked down at her.

"Oh, Lucy, Lucy, Lucy, Lucy. Be quiet and listen, you silly, silly girl," The Master said, leaning forward and pressing his forehead against hers.

A torrent of images blossomed in her mind, himself, younger and yet older at the same time, looking so much more carefree and gentle than even his cover had ever managed to do. On Earth, in London, with a young woman, a young woman that he believed to be human, and taking her to his TARDIS (blended perfectly into the landscape in Hyde Park) and disappearing into thin air. A cascade of visions followed after that, friendship, playful sites, adventures, experiences, love, until they settled down in the middle of a warzone, colliding with the Doctor and his companions, both there in order to stop the same thing.

The chaos of the scene unfolded with a hectic speed: strategies, arguments, insisting that the Doctor take his companion with him, so that she would be safe. Him, trying to set the machinery to self destruct, only to be ambushed by team of guards while he's trying to finish and a fight breaking out, his mind immediately tuning to automatic as he mowed down anything that entered the room without even pausing to think until his body lashes at the sound of someone entering the room and fires...only realizing a second to later that it isn't a guard but his companion that had entered the room.

Fleeing the room, running into one of the people in charge, convincing him that they're on the same side, manipulating him into obeying his instructions, allowing him access to the machinery only to be spotted by one of the Doctor's companions.

"Ailla is dead," the odd voice replied, his own but still foreign to his ears, somber and heavy as the surprise crosses the young girl's features.

"I... I'm sorry. What happened?"

"A stupid accident," His voice tightened, anger and rage tainting it, self-hatred boiling just under the surface. "A twist of fate when I wasn't paying attention to where she was."

"I am sorry."

"It's such a total waste," He murmured, the anger fading from his voice back into sorrow.

"Had you known her for very long?"

A long pause extended between them, him hunched over the control panel of the weapon that they'd come to stop, sadness etching his features but mixed with an odd sort of determination, "How long does anything finite last when compared to eternity? Time is relative, Miss Waterfield; sometimes it seemed I had always known her; perhaps we but briefly met."

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