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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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neverthatbright
2010-11-11 12:41 am UTC (link)

Had she ever really considered that she was more than what she'd been told she was? No, she hadn't. There had been a time when she'd hoped it was more than that, and more than enough times she'd deluded herself into thinking that maybe he'd come to see her as more than such, but she'd never really believed it.

To hear that there might have, in fact, been more than what she'd thought wasn't something Lucy knew how to take. She felt her breath catch in her throat, her heart skip a beat in her chest. Her eyes widened ever so slightly, pupils dilating the tiniest of bits. The touch of their foreheads made her tense ever so slightly but no more imagines came. She listened to his words instead, eyes fluttering and a whimpering sigh on her lips.

Lucy was silent for a long moment. Between everything she'd seen and what she was now being told, she wasn't certain what to say. She continued to kneel there, letting it all wash over her. Finally she could think of nothing to comment on, nothing to even ask, save for one thing that seemed so wholly inconsequential and yet still stuck out for her in her mind's eye.

"The name," she began, eyes reopening as she shifted in her position. She rested her hands on the armrest of the chair, chin propped up. Ready to hang onto his every word. "The one she called you." She didn't say it, wasn't sure what he'd do if she did. She was afraid of risking his good mood. As it was, her stomach jerked as she finally put her thoughts to question.

"That was your real name?"

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cantyouhearit
2010-11-11 01:10 am UTC (link)

His name was something that he hadn't thought about for the longest time. Not beyond the occasional fragment of a thought when around the Doctor, when nostalgia decided to overtake him and push him back to the days when both of them hadn't been beaten down by the realities of the universe and the directions that their lives had taken. But as Lucy asked the questions, obviously treading carefully in her phrasing and going to extended lengths not to utter the name without permission, the Master nodded, "Was," He echoed. "But that was lifetimes ago. So much that he feels like a separate person. In a way, he was. Diplomat. Professor. Politician," The Master finished with a snort. Oh, how things went full circle.

"Then I got bored," He said with a shrug. "Gallifrey, as beautiful and wonderful as it was, was so...dull. So stiff," He said, leaning back in the chair with a sigh, staring up at the ceiling. "Most of my friends had already stolen TARDISes and left. And I figured, why not? We'd always planned to leave eventually... Explore what the universe had to offer rather than allow ourselves to waste away like most of our people did," The Master said with a quiet laugh. "Only the bastard had to jump the gun and leave me behind."

Not that he was still bitter about that or anything. Really.

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neverthatbright
2010-11-11 01:23 am UTC (link)

It was, by far, the most he'd ever shared about himself in one go. So much so, in fact, that Lucy found herself a bit overwhelmed. Listening to him speak of Gallifrey, of a time before the war that he only spoke of in passing, the memories he only relived when the Doctor seemed to be in his life, she studied his face as he stared up at the ceiling. Her brow furrowed at his laugh, lips pulled downward into a thoughtful look that faded back to blankness by the time his gaze came back around to her.

"I'm sorry, Harry. So terribly sorry," she said, meaning every word. It wasn't right, that he'd been betrayed again and again. It wasn't fair that he had to live with the memories of that forever. Her heart ached for him as much as she dared let it. The fact was, though, she knew his good mood would be reaching an end soon enough. She'd been way too fortunate thus far and was scared to push it any further by asking yet more questions.

Instead she rose finally, fingers trailing up his arm and resting lightly on his shoulder as she walked around the chair. "Would you care for some tea?" she questioned, glancing toward the kitchen.

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cantyouhearit
2010-11-13 04:55 am UTC (link)

There really wasn't anything that could be said beyond what he had. There were words swirling in his find, echoes of betrayals fully remembered and those half forgotten in the fog of centuries. There were days where he'd sit and stretch for a memory, for a time before there was a constant thrumming in the back of his mind, before the drum beat had entered his existence and disrupted his whole understanding of who and what he was. But right now, as the drums in his head began to ebb away now that the torrent of memories had left, and the calm had started to return, he didn't strain for another location to take his mind off of everything.

He was content right where he was.

His head lulled to the side as her fingers trailed up his arm, turning just enough to place a fleeting kiss to the back of her hand before looking up at her with an amazingly serene look in his eyes, "Yes, please."

For anyone else, it was a situation that probably would have been highly unsettling.

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